On Tiger Hill Mountain, the golden power of the Xuan Ling rolled up like a storm. In Mu Yi's body, the three relics bloomed with a dazzling golden light, especially the Jialu relics, which seemed to wear a low and shallow calling sound.

"Jialu Relic has such a big reaction, it is estimated that the Jialou Ancient Temple has reappeared?" Mu Yi exclaimed in his heart, his divine sense immediately shrouded, and the power of the Xuan Spirit in his body merged into the surrounding storm.

Sure enough, in front of Xiao Zong's tomb, the golden power of the Xuan Ling continued to rotate and converge there. That place, in Mu Yi's impression, is the location where the ancient temple of Jialou appeared.

Mu Yi and the white dragon flew to that place in an instant, and they felt the surrounding Xuan Spirit Qi constantly pouring into their bodies. At this time. At the same time, Mu Yi and Bai Long stimulated the relics in their bodies and chanted Buddhist scriptures in their mouths.

Suddenly, this Tiger Hill Mountain began to shake violently, and Mu Yi's Jialou Relic Seed instantly flew out of the body, blooming with dazzling light in the sky.

Suddenly, in front of Mu Yi and the others, a huge ancient temple suddenly rose from the ground.

Under the traction of this relic, the ancient temple of Jialou reappeared. Mu Yi immediately flew high into the air, and he quickly grabbed the Jialou relic with one hand.

"White Dragon, open the door of the ancient temple together!" Mu Yi said quickly.

Mu Yi and the two instantly flew to the front of the gate of the ancient temple, and their right palms condensed the light of the relics, and quickly hit the gate of the ancient temple.

On both sides of the gate, there were four statues of Shura, standing majestically on both sides. Suddenly, the eyes of the two of the Shura opened and shot out a golden light, and the door of the ancient temple slowly opened, revealing a vast white space in front of them.

"Zhang Hu, you stay here!Bailong, come with me to find Ayayi!" Mu Yi said quickly. In the blink of an eye, he and the white dragon flew in the same direction and flew into the ancient temple together.

The figures of Mu Yi and Bai Long quickly disappeared in the white space, and in an instant, the gate of the ancient temple closed rapidly, and the entire ancient temple of Jialou suddenly dimmed its light.

Zhang Hu pinched the trick with both hands, and he immediately activated the secret technique, opening a formation on the entire Tiger Hill Mountain, roughly shielding the spiritual power fluctuations here.

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In the ancient temple of Jialou, Mu Yi and Bai Long appeared in a wide area of white, although they were very close to each other, they found that their divine thoughts could not be conveyed to each other. It was as if there was a mysterious force surrounding Makuyi and the White Dragon in this space, cutting off the transmission of their divine thoughts.

"The white mist has changed this time!" Mu Yi said secretly in his heart, the white mist around him right now has a viscous spiritual power existence, and in this white mist, Mu Yi's stimulation of spiritual power from his body has been greatly hindered.

"My lord, in the fluctuation of spiritual power in the white mist, someone is hiding around!" said quickly, "Wait for me to dispel these white mist first, and then we will go deeper into this place!"

As the white dragon spoke, he clasped his hands together, and an illusory image of a Buddha immediately condensed behind him.

Suddenly, the true qi on Bai Long's body suddenly burst out, and his cultivation changed from a two-star spirit general to a three-star spirit general in an instant! Bai Long's hidden cultivation and luck were completely revealed at this moment.

"Holy Martial Soul, dispel this white mist!" the white dragon shouted quickly, and the Buddha cultivator behind him instantly swept away with a palm, and the white mist rolled around like a wave of water, and the white mist around Mu Yi and the white dragon instantly thinned out.

But in an instant, the surrounding white mist came like a tidal wave again, submerging Mu Yi and the two again. The white dragon was a little shocked, and the white mist surrounded them again like a spiritual sense.

The Buddha phantom behind the white dragon slashed again, pushing out the white mist around him, but this repeated time could not dispel the white mist at all.

However, when the white mist cleared, Makuyi's divine consciousness was able to travel far away. Mu Yi immediately shouted, "White Dragon, do your best to retreat from the white mist!"

The white dragon immediately condensed the strongest spiritual power, and the Buddha phantom behind him expanded. The Buddha Phantom immediately slashed sideways, and the surrounding white mist was pushed hundreds of meters away in an instant.

In an instant, Mu Yi's divine sense quickly overflowed in front of him, and he immediately noticed that there was a fluctuation of spiritual power three hundred meters in front of him. A pair of cyan wings immediately appeared behind Mu Yi's back.

Mu Yi fluttered his wings and rushed in that direction, and the white dragon followed.

In that direction, Mu Yi really saw a huge figure, it was a three-meter-tall human monk, but his body was like a sculpture condensed by white mist, his body was stiff and straight, standing quietly in front of him and watching Mu Yi and the two fly in, his eyes revealing a cold murderous aura.

"If he is a monk, then he should have a memory!Fire Ape, when we hold him, probe his memory!" At this time, Mu Yi said quickly in his heart.

"Mu Yi, this is the Jialou Ancient Temple, as a spirit beast, I can't leave your body, and I can exist independently in this ancient temple! I can only use your body to probe his memory!" Behind Mu Yi, the fire ape immediately said.

The huge white sculpture monk suddenly pulled out a shiny long sword from his waist, and he exhaled white mist from his mouth, a bit of a ghostly body, and his eyes were fixed on Mu Yi and the two.

The power exuded by this sculpture monk has already been cultivated by a six-star spirit general, and he also exudes a strange power.

Mu Yi and the white dragon immediately activated the power of the Xuan Ling, and they didn't dare to relax in the slightest! In an instant, the sculpture monk immediately rushed towards the white dragon.

His speed was as fast as that of a Heavenly Master-level cultivator, and in an instant, he had already appeared in front of the white dragon, and the long sword slashed rapidly. The white dragon didn't have time to draw his sword, his right hand directly transformed into the arm of King Kong, and instantly blocked it!

The white dragon's body shook, and the slash of the sculpture monk shook into his body. In an instant, the sculpture monk had already dangled to the back of the white dragon and slashed sideways again.

"Asura!" Mu Yi suddenly appeared behind the sculpture monk, and the phantom of the Buddha behind him immediately slashed with his palm, shaking the sculpture monk away.

Bai Long immediately came back to his senses, he didn't expect the strength of this sculpture monk to be so terrifying.

Although he is only a three-star spirit general, his combat power is not less than that of a six-star monk, and in the battle with the sculpture monk just now, he actually fell behind.

"He's very strong, don't take it lightly!" Mu Yi immediately shouted, the white dragon's combat power is definitely not only this, but he is too light on the enemy.

The sculpture monk stood up in an instant, his eyes locked on Mu Yi, and the murderous aura in his eyes increased again. The sculpture monk grabbed his right hand in the air.

Suddenly, the white mist around Mu Yi rolled up layer by layer, and everything in front of him was completely shrouded in white mist. In this white mist, Mu Yi's divine sense was also blocked, and he couldn't detect everything around him at all.

"He can control the white mist, it is really related to the white mist here, we must catch him!" Mu Yi said secretly in his heart, almost at the same time, the white dragon immediately bloomed with the light of the relic, and the Buddha behind him quickly slashed back the rolling white mist.

At this moment, the sculpture monk really appeared behind the white dragon, and his long sword immediately pierced the white dragon's back.

But the figure of the white dragon suddenly turned into a golden aura, and the assassination of the sculpture monk was in the air, and the body of the white dragon immediately appeared in another place.

"The same trick has no effect on me!" The white dragon's fingers condensed a golden long sword, and with a rapid swing, he immediately cut off one of the sculpture monk's arms!

The sculpture monk hurriedly stepped back, and no blood was coming out of the severed arm. The surrounding white mist instantly poured into his severed arm, and the sculpture monk's arm immediately regrown!

The sculpture monk was even more furious, and he immediately went towards the white dragon, but suddenly Mu Yi had appeared behind the sculpture monk and slapped him on the monk's back.

Mu Yi's spiritual power tightly bound the monk like a spiritual net, and the sculpture monk could not break free.

In an instant, the fire ape took control of Mu Yi's body, and he pressed his finger between the sculpture monk's eyebrows, quickly allowing a divine thought.

At this time, the sculpture monk's eyes dimmed, and his body shattered as the fire ape's divine thoughts fused. The fire ape was instantly hit by a backlash, and the divine thoughts he had integrated into were shattered along with the sculpture monk.

"Mu Yi, this person has no spiritual sense at all, he has no memory!" the fire ape shouted quickly, and he immediately let go of his grip on Mu Yi and retreated to his back.

At that moment just now, the fire ape's divine sense was also severely damaged.

But at this time, Mu Yi felt that a strange aura suddenly appeared around him.

"There's not just one monk here, there's a lot of them around, they've been lured in!" Mu Yi said quickly, the strange aura was exactly the same as the sculpture monk he had just shattered.

When Bailong heard this, he was secretly panicked in his heart. He split the white mist with one palm, and his divine consciousness spread rapidly.

Sure enough, all around them, there were sculpture monks flying towards them without hurrying, and their breaths were all among the six-star spirit generals, and there was no difference from the monks just now.

"What happened in the ancient temple of Jialu, there was no such change before. What is the origin of these monks?" Mu Yi thought to himself, "Could it be that they are the sculpture monks who came to fight for the relics, but they didn't have time to leave and were trapped in the ancient temple of Jialou, and turned into a sculpture monk under the erosion of the white mist?"

Mu Yi was secretly shocked in his heart, such a guess was very likely. If it was really as he guessed, wouldn't Ayai also become a sculpture monk like them!

"It's impossible, Ayai won't be like this!" Mu Yi exclaimed in his heart.

The surrounding sculpture monks were approaching, numbering in the hundreds, and growing on the periphery.

"Don't fight, these monks should be controlled by someone or something, find out the root cause first!" Mu Yi said quickly to the white dragon.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding monks came together. Their strength is the same as that of the sculpture monk just now. Makuyi burst out as fast as he could, scurrying through the monk's encirclement.

"Shakyamuni Six Paths, Thousand-Armed Bhasa, Asura, Peacock King!"

The phantom images of the three Buddhas immediately appeared behind Mu Yi, and he fluttered his wings and quickly passed through the hundreds of monks, but he was not in a hurry to flee from this place.

Mu Yi attracted the attention of all the monks, and at the same time, the phantom of the thousand-armed Posara slashed rapidly, and the surrounding sculpture monks all slashed towards Mu Yi.

"I can hold them, get out of here!" Mu Yi shouted quickly.

Seeing this, the white dragon immediately flew away.

Mu Yi's first Buddha phantom immediately slashed horizontally, shaking the dozens of monks around him away. But in an instant, another group of monks flocked to Mu Yi.

"Ancient Spirit Sword Technique, Mohai!"

The monk slashed at Makuyi's body, only to find that Makui's body had been atomized. In the blink of an eye, Mu Yi had appeared high in the sky.

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