The Holy Land, the Qilin Palace, is located in the center of the Holy Land.

Antique, the eaves are like wings, carved beams and painted columns, and being in it is like a dream for a thousand years.

At this time, in the Qilin Hall burned with sandalwood, more than a dozen people stood in the main hall, these people were dressed strangely, including young people dressed in retro Confucian cedar who looked like literati, middle-aged people wearing suits like successful people, and a few skinny but energetic old people.

There are a lot of people, different ages, different dresses, and different momentum and temperament, there is a strong man like King Kong in the temple, standing in the temple makes people feel majestic and undesecrated, and some stand in the hall as if they are integrated with the whole hall, as if with his breathing, the hall is also trembling.

Martial artists, all of them are innate martial artists, to be precise, holy martial guardians.

"Ahem......"

As a cough sounded, the slightly obese old man stepped into the Qilin Palace, and the Holy Martial Guardians dressed in different costumes all bent down, because the person who came was these four guardians, Xuanwu.

Although this Xuanwu was old, he returned the salute one by one, and finally, his eyes fell on a middle-aged man, "Senior Brother Qinglong, I don't know what's the matter?" Ahem......"

"Senior brother, you sit down first!" This middle-aged man with a resolute face who was not angry and arrogant glanced at Xuanwu worriedly, and opened his mouth, just to say amazingly, junior brother? Xuanwu is over seventy years old, and he looks like he is only forty or fifty years old, so he is actually an old man's senior brother? Yes, don't look at this green dragon looking young, in fact, he has passed the age of the war, because of his practice of the Qinglong Xuanli Gong, since he broke through to Xuantian, the years have not been able to leave traces on him, so that he can maintain the appearance of the prime of life.

"No, let's talk about something......" Xuanwu shook his head and looked directly at Qinglong.

"Okay!" After Qinglong nodded, his face was a little solemn and said: "The Heavenly Demon Tantai Extinction has reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and, according to reliable information, this Tantai Extinction has been disguised as a young martial artist trying to enter the Holy Martial Land!" ”

"What?" When Xuanwu heard this, he was first surprised, then angry, and suddenly became powerful like a tsunami. ”

A thief doesn't die? The guardians of the Holy Martial Arts all know that twenty years ago, the Xuantian Martial Arts Destroyer held his own Xuantian Skill, and broke into the Holy Martial Land alone, intending to steal the Demon Emperor's blood seal.

If it was just like this, then Xuanwu would not be so angry, the problem is that back then, Xuanwu thought that Tangtai had fought against foreign enemies, so he wanted to let Tangtai destroy Germany a way out, but Nazhi was hit by a purple smoke Luo Tianzhang by Tantai Zhende, resulting in damage to the Taiyin and lung meridians of the hand, so that Xuanwu was tortured by illness for decades.

This time, I heard that the extermination of virtue is coming again, how can this Xuanwu not be angry.

"Senior brother, please hand over the Tantai Extinction to me, this time, I will let him have no return!" Xuanwu put away his powerful momentum and bent down to make a gesture against the green dragon.

Seeing Xuanwu like this, Qinglong couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, Xuanwu, the most powerful thing is not the method of fighting, but the technique of trap mechanism, and that Tantai Extinction Virtue dares to re-enter the Holy Martial Artist to seek the Demon Emperor's blood seal, then it must have its basis, "I can let you deal with the Tranquil Extinction, but you also have to promise me one thing first." ”

"What?"

Xuanwu raised his eyes and frowned, with a little displeasure in his cloudy eyes, this was his battle, if he hadn't been soft-hearted for a while, how could he have today's trouble.

"White Tiger will go with you!"

Qinglong's tone was not negotiable, this was not a discussion, it was an order.

Xuanwu turned his head and moved his gaze to the corner of the Qilin Palace, the hunched white tiger was closing his eyes and recuperating, if it wasn't for Qinglong mentioning him, then no one would have noticed the existence of this white tiger at all.

"Okay, I agree!"

Seeing Xuanwu nodded, Qinglong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, after all, Xuanwu Qisu was responsible for the operation of the trap of the organ, and he had no time and was not allowed to help Xuanwu, because this was an extraordinary period, and if there was a problem with any organ, it would not be as simple as a trialist to die, and if the white tiger who was the main killer made a move, then Qinglong believed that no one would survive the attack of the two guardians.

At the same time, in the drizzly mountain village, a hunched young man stood behind a young man with a broken arm, with a strange smile on his face.

"Sister, brother, where are you?"

The young man with the broken arm looked at the mountains and forests from afar, and did not notice the sinister smile on the young man's face behind him, but turned his head to the young man and smiled: "Xiaode, you have to think about it, there is no treasure ahead, there is only danger and killing......

"Engong, don't worry, I know that opportunities are to be fought for with my life!" The young man was hunched over with a sinister smile on his face.

"If you think so, then I have nothing to say." The young man with the broken arm put his hand into his arms, took out a porcelain bottle and handed it to the young man, "This is the antidote elixir......

"Engong, this, this ......" The young man hurriedly waved his hand, this porcelain bottle was not decorated, but he knew that it contained an antidote elixir, an evil elixir, a piece worth thousands of gold, and it was even more difficult to find gold here, but this young man with a broken arm did not hesitate, which made him feel surprised, surprised, and unbelieving......

"Take it!" The young man with the broken arm did not have any physical pain, with a smile on his face, he believed that if his senior brother had such an elixir, he would also give it to him without hesitation......

"Thank you to Engong, if I can come out alive, he will be rewarded in the future......"

The young man nodded and accepted the elixir, silently imprinted the face of the young man with the broken arm in his mind, and repaid it, but the young man with the broken arm smiled and didn't take his words to heart at all......

The young man with the broken arm, at this moment, like thousands of trialists, is waiting for the sunrise, waiting for the poisonous swamp to disperse, and also looking forward to the future. But he didn't know that the person he was thinking about had already entered the holy place, in that very dangerous road......

No, in an octagonal hall to be exact.

Wu Feng, Han Qi, Wang Nan, and Xiao Jiang waited for a long time before carefully passing through the blazing Yongdao.

With caution, the group cautiously walked through the corridor, and everyone was greeted by no longer the sinister mechanism, nor the malice of the man with glasses, but an octagonal hall, with many murals carved on the walls of blue bricks, and two huge monster sculptures in the center of the hall, but these were not enough to attract everyone's attention.

What is noticeable and frustrating is that the octagonal hall corresponds to eight black corridors, as if, after some efforts, it has returned to the starting point, experiencing danger without any gain and excitement, and there are only the unknown corridors and the cold hall......