Ruma Plains, home to the Temple of the God of War.

The former Wild Goose Palace, in the war, has long been destroyed.

Now only ruins remain, telling the exploits of the skilled craftsmen of the Song Dynasty.

Standing here, there are many grandmaster realm figures who don't have many names in the rivers and lakes.

"I didn't expect that there were so many masters in the realm of grandmasters in the world! Brother Lang, it's really rare! ”

Zhao Wuji said with a sigh.

I thought that this pit was just to bury some well-known characters.

He didn't expect that there were so many grandmasters in the world, and Shen Nian quickly calculated it.

One hundred and twelve!

"Many people who have come out of the world have heard the news of the God of War Temple, and they have all come out. There are these, not surprising. ”

It is not surprising that Lang Chuyun is not a person like Zhao Wuji, who does not know much about the hermits of the rivers and lakes.

The people here are divided into three large circles.

With Zhao Wuji, Lang Chuyun, and Qin Mengyao as one side.

On their left is the master of the Yuanmeng side led by Pang Ban.

On the right side, they are scattered into small groups, not affiliated with each other.

Among them, some Zhao Wuji has also seen them.

A series of characters such as Bai Fanghua, Shan Yuru, and Shuiyue Dazong are all here.

Yingyuan stood alone on the ruins, remembering his father's bravery.

There are also the masters of the eight major factions sent by Zhu Yuanzhang, waiting on the small mountain peak in the distance.

"Living Buddha, let's go."

Ying Yuan nodded, and walked towards the passage that Zhao Wuji had already dug up.

It was certainly impossible for nearly a thousand people to enter together.

Led by Zhao Wuji, Qin Mengyao, Lang Chuanyun, Pang Ban, Li Chimei, and an old master of Jingnian Zen Buddhism.

Li Ruohai didn't come this time, and Zhao Wuji left him with Zhu Yuanzhang with that favor.

The second echelon, there are too many, all of them are characters in the realm of grandmasters.

The third echelon is those innate little minions, who all want to try their luck in the God of War Temple.

It's a pity that chance is not so easy to touch!

A group of people walked into a wide passage that led to the depths of the earth.

After walking for a while, everyone came to a stone gate!

"The world behind Shimen is very dangerous, you all have to be careful."

Zhao Wuji's smiling voice was transmitted to the ears of everyone present.

It's a pity that except for Pang Ban and the others, those casual cultivators were all carried away by chance and didn't care about the so-called danger at all.

"Get in there, you're all careful."

Pang Ban also warned Li Chimei and the others beside him.

Of the people present, only Pang Ban really went deep into it.

The others, at most, had only entered the periphery of the Temple of the God of War.

The stone gate slowly opened, and a long staircase was revealed in the eyes of everyone, and the steps were seven zhang wide and ten zhang long.

There is no end in sight.

"Ah...... This is the Temple of the God of War? I don't know how this hall was built. ”

"The ability of the person who built this hall is afraid that it is an immortal-like existence!"

"There is such a strange thing in the world, I really can't believe it!"

All of a sudden, there was a lot of disturbance.

Except for these innate little minions who were amazed, the grandmaster figures all followed behind Zhao Wuji in silence, and there was not much surprise at this.

The appearance of strange things in the Temple of the God of War was not unusual to them at all.

Walk up the stone steps and you'll come to a huge lake.

There is also a strange stone turtle on the edge of the lake, which looks like it is just about to leave the water, but its hind feet are still immersed in the water.

It's like a warning of something.

Pang Ban and Zhao Wuji, several top-level masters, walked on the path leading to the Temple of the God of War.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Temple of the God of War is there, but it is guarded by monsters such as demon dragons. And the dragon is in this lake, and we must pass through here. ”

Zhao Wuji kindly introduced these as he walked, so as not to be in a hurry and cause unnecessary casualties.

"Boom ......"

As soon as Zhao Wuji's words fell, a monster suddenly rushed out of the lake.

It has a hideous head, green hair, and water droplets; A pair of giant eyes flashed with green light, and they looked terrifying.

Zhao Wuji swept with a gun, and with a snap, the monster was swept away.

A body of water was quickly dyed green.

Before the green faded, the same monster jumped out of the water.

Fortunately, Zhao Wuji reminded early, and everyone was ready.

All of a sudden, swords, spears, and halberds flew sideways, slashing at those monsters.

However, many people in the innate realm can't actually cause harm to them.

Casualties are inevitable.

"Ahh......hh

A master of the Grandmaster Realm, one of whom was not paying attention, was grabbed by the arm by the monster and dragged into the water.

The scattered cultivators suddenly panicked, and tried their best to move closer to Zhao Wuji and them, who were not far ahead.

There are also some who desperately kill to the rear, intending to escape from here.

However, the monsters seem to have a unified command.

Many monsters were already waiting for them.

In addition, the trail could only accommodate four or five people walking side by side.

At first glance, they were caught in a dilemma.

Zhao Wuji and the others did not pay attention to the situation behind at all.

Several top-level masters stared at the God of War Temple not far away with serious faces.

The breath inside was thick and intense.

It was as if a beast was staring at them.

Fortunately, the people in the back shared a lot of pressure for them.

At this time, all of them were a zero-hour team composed of top grandmasters.

None of them are weaker than the once Shi Zhongtian.

Soon, they were stepping onto the square in front of the Temple of the God of War.

The square is surrounded by pillars.

Each cylinder is engraved with different, simple and heavy lines.

At a glance, even Zhao Wuji felt a slight sense of dizziness.

Pang Ban instructed Zhao Wuji: "Don't look at these lines, they are beyond our comprehension in this realm." After watching it for a long time, the spirit will quickly wither. Those with poor strength will also be injured. ”

Although Pang Ban reminded him, there are still some people who don't believe in evil and must try it themselves.

Sure enough, the corners of Shan Yuru's mouth kept overflowing blood.

Bai Fanghua sensed that something was wrong and pulled Shan Yuru.

After she looked away, a look of loss appeared on her face, and she was sad.

"Ask for your own hardships, you Heavenly Mandate Sect, you are the least resistant to these lines among all the people present. The little girl is not bad. ”

Pang Ban reprimanded Shan Yuru first, and she didn't dare to refute at all.

"Senior Haihan, Fanghua can't afford your praise."

Bai Fanghua was flattered by Pang Ban's praise.

Pang Ban nodded, did not reply, and turned his head to look at Zhao Wuji, who had been staring at the lines closely.

"How's it going, don't you see anything?"

"You can't see anything, and we can't do it anymore!"

Zhao Wuji was very shocked at this time, but he still looked calm on the surface.

The crowd passed through the stone pillar and stood in front of the gate of the Temple of the God of War.

Looking at the huge hall gate, Zhao Wuji and the others suddenly felt small.

The five-zhang high and three-zhang wide temple gate was built entirely with giants as a reference.

The hall is so deep that you can only see the light within a zhang near the door.

It's as if there's a strange force that absorbs all the light.

Suddenly, two turquoise, lantern-sized lights appeared in the hall.

"Roaring ......"

Then a roar came.

The monster's entire body was completely exposed in front of their eyes.

The body is round, up to three feet long, and the whole body is covered with thick armor of green, green, red and red.

It is similar to the legendary dragon.

It watched the crowd as quietly as a mountain, and did not attack as everyone imagined.

Instead, he stared at the eagle edge tightly, and his eyes were like a child who had been abandoned.

Ying Yuan's already surprised expression suddenly became even more confused.

"Don't be surprised, the living Buddha has a friendship with the Eagle Hero, you are his descendant, and you naturally have his breath."

Zhao Wuji, as the only person who knew the inside story, explained to Yingyuan.

When the demon dragon saw Pang Ban, there was a strong hatred in his eyes.

The whole body rushed towards Pang Ban with great speed.

Pang Ban's expression was like eating something at this time.

Now, if he didn't know Zhao Wuji's true plans, then he would have lived in vain all these years.

Zhao Wuji was beside him, looking at Pang Ban gloatingly, and said, "Haha...... Brother Pang, you just accompany Xiaolong and have fun! Let's go first. ”

Qin Mengyao and the others really couldn't help it, regardless of their demeanor, and watched being chased by the demon dragon to beat Pang Ban.

The magic dragon can't move three inches below Pang Ban's belly, and he has a soft spot for it.

Li Chimei and the others looked at Zhao Wuji's back at a loss, and then looked at Pang Ban.

For the first time, he lost his temper in front of a group of people in the Demon Palace, and shouted angrily: "What are you waiting for? Come here, deal with this beast first, and then talk about the rest. ”