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Wu Que got up and looked up, only to see that the bluestone square was covered with blood, and every once in a while, there was a curled figure that was trampled on and injured.

Faint moans came from time to time.

Wu Que turned his head to look for Qianyu and Xiaomei, but he didn't find them.

"They were quietly rescued. Zhang Xuezhu whispered beside him.

Wu Que took out the brilliant "Zilongzhi" from his pocket, divided it into two halves with a sword, and each of them took half of the "Zilongzhi" and began to treat the wounded in the square separately.

The people who woke up after eating "Zilongzhi" got up one after another to thank Wu Que and Zhang Xuezhu, and then struggled to leave.

Unconsciously, the "purple dragon zhi" in the hands of the two people has been exhausted, and there are still many people lying in the square.

People began to come to the temple city to clean the bluestone square and carry away the wounded, and after they cleaned up, they all left in a hurry, not wanting to stay longer.

The remnant sun is like blood, and in the entire huge bluestone square, only Wu Que and Zhang Xuezhu are left alone.

The two were relatively silent, their eyes full of doubt, surprise and fear.

Zhang Xuezhu turned around and ran towards the white jade cliff, jumped up, grabbed the royal blue star on the wall, and shook it vigorously, wanting to pull it off.

The sapphire star did not move.

Zhang Xuezhu tried to cut the cliff with the long sword in his left hand again, and the long sword slashed through the smooth mirror-like wall, leaving not even a trace of scratches.

Zhang Xuezhu had no choice but to give up and jumped off the cliff.

Wu Que tried to stab the cliff with his "Motan" sword, and it was the same, the cliff was unscathed.

Come to think of it, how can the seal of the Ancient Heroic God be broken by an ordinary sword?

Seeing that Wu Que's sword couldn't break through the cliff, Zhang Xue thought about it, took out something from his pocket, handed it to Wu Que, and slowly opened his hand.

The blue light flashed out, and it turned out to be another sapphire blue star.

Wu Que looked at Zhang Xue Zhu suspiciously.

"I can't take that one, I'll lend it to you first. Zhang Xuezhu said.

Wu Que took the blue star from Zhang Xue's hand and knocked it vigorously on the cliff, and a crisp "bang" sound sounded.

The two waited and waited, but there was no movement.

Wu Que took this sapphire blue star and repeatedly tapped it at different positions on the cliff, there was no thunder, no loud noise, no shaking of the earth, nothing happened.

The two looked at each other, guessing that the reason why Qianyu "opened" the temple with the sapphire blue star before should have happened that the demon suppressed in the temple at that time broke the seal of the temple.

Wu Que put the sapphire blue star back in his pocket, took off the burden on his back with his backhand, and took out the vermilion ancient key qin from it.

"Xiao Que, there are demons suppressed in the temple, do you really want to try?" Zhang Xue saw Wu Que take out the ancient key qin, and reminded nervously.

Wu Que glanced at Zhang Xuezhu and said, "The sapphire blue star has been borrowed, what else is there to be afraid of? It dares to come again and smash it into a big hole with this one." ”

Zhang Xuezhu's eyes flickered, and she lowered her head, but fortunately, she wore a mask to block her hot cheeks.

Wu Que sat cross-legged on the ground and placed the ancient key qin in front of him, but he didn't do it immediately, because the tiredness in his body hadn't completely disappeared, and he still needed to recover slowly until he could spit out another "bubble".

The two sat silently under the white jade cliff, silent until the bright moon rose.

Feeling that he had almost recovered, Wu Que reached out and took off the mask on his head and slowly put it away, while Zhang Xuezhu also took off the mask, revealing his true face.

The counterfeit "ancient key" sold by the two of them has inexplicably become genuine in the hands of the saint, and the two who sell fakes naturally don't need to hide it anymore; besides, they can't wear masks to worship the great Yuangu Ying God.

"Zheng!" Wu Que's right hand suddenly moved, sweeping over the blue strings.

The sound of the piano trickles, like jade beads, like clear springs, like sparkling ice crystals melted by snow-capped mountains, gently flowing through the pebbles, grassy streams.

The sound of the piano is slowly excited, like a small river converging into a big river, rolling up a thousand piles of snow and rolling eastward.

......

Unknowingly, Wu Que actually played the "Long River" song that the Nightless King had played before.

He had no musical literacy, but with an unimaginable memory, he memorized every subtle movement of the Nightless King when he played the piano in his mind, and now he played it as if he had practiced it thousands of times in advance.

Zhang Xuezhu was attracted by the sound of the piano, and his heart fluctuated with the sound of the piano, and the crystal tears quietly rolled down.

The white jade cliff next to their voices, under the illumination of the hazy moonlight, gradually rippled with the melodious and high-pitched sound of the piano, like a breeze blowing through the calm water.

"Knock!" the piano sounded like a small fish entering the sea.

On the cliff, it was as if someone had thrown a stone into it, and with the inlaid sapphire blue star as the center, there were circles of whirlpools.

The whirlpool slowly accumulated, and the eye of the whirlpool in the middle began to appear.

Wu Que's body sitting cross-legged and the ancient key qin in front of him suddenly flew flat and floated towards the eye of the whirlpool.

As he got closer and closer to the eye of the whirlpool on the cliff, if you looked at it from the position of the square, his entire body and the ancient keyqin were strangely shrinking.

Wu Que was silent in his own performance, unaware of what was happening in him.

The sound of the piano roared like the waves on the sea, and the eye of the whirlpool on the cliff swirled violently, completely engulfing Wu Que, who had shrunk to the size of a soybean.

Then the whirlpool began to dissipate, and the blue star on the eye of the whirlpool rose and fell on the surface of the cliff, slowly still.

From the appearance of the whirlpool to the inhalation of Wu Que and then its disappearance, the speed was extremely fast, only between Wu Que's three waves of his hand.

Zhang Xuezhu was intoxicated by the sound of the piano, and when the sound of the piano suddenly disappeared, she suddenly woke up and quickly opened her eyes.

She turned her head to look around, there was silence around her, and Wu Que had disappeared inexplicably.

......

After Wu Que finished playing the "Long River" song, he slowly raised his head, and the fierce light made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

He squinted his eyes and got used to it for a while before he could see his surroundings clearly:

In front of him was a long circular passage, in which white flames were everywhere, emitting suffocating heat, and at the very bottom of the passage, there seemed to be a golden figure.

He looked back again, and there was a white expanse behind him, and when he reached out and touched it, it was as solid as a rock, just like the white jade cliff.

Wu Que looked at the golden figure in the passage and thought secretly: Could it be that this is the Ying God Temple? Why didn't you see that terrifying demon?

There is a flame in front and a strong wall in the back, what should I do?

Wu Que tore off a little corner of his clothes and threw it into the white flames.

The corners of his clothes swayed and fluttered, through the flames, and fell on the golden ground, without the slightest change.

Hey, could it be that this flame is fake?

Wu Que couldn't help but stretch out his right index finger and slowly touch the flames.

The sharp pain struck suddenly, and Wu Que retracted his fingers like lightning.

The fingers flashed slightly, and then returned to their original state, neither scorched nor the slightest change, only the residual severe pain, reminding Wu Que that the white flame was real.

After the pain disappeared completely, Wu Que repeatedly observed the finger he had just touched the flame, and it seemed that he had really not been burned.

What kind of fire is this?

After thinking about it, Wu Que stretched out his right index finger again and slowly touched the flames.

The stinging pain came again, but it was much lighter than just now, and it was unbearable.

After a few breaths, the stinging pain slowly weakened, and finally disappeared completely, and no more pain was felt.

He withdrew his fingers, and when they looked closely, they seemed, seemed to be slightly smaller, and more crystalline, and he bent his fingers, and as he moved, they felt more energetic than before.

For this fire is very beneficial!

Wu Que was suddenly overjoyed, and suddenly stretched out his entire right hand into the flames.

"Ahh

He held his right hand and jumped to his feet, tears and cold sweat rolling down: it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it felt like cutting off his entire right hand.

When the pain passed, Wu Que checked his palm: it was intact and there was nothing.

Wu Que stared at the white flames tumbling and swaying in the passage, a crazy light flashed in his eyes, and suddenly his eyes closed, and he suddenly rushed forward, and his entire body completely rushed into the white flames.

The pain of shattering the bones of the body, like a tidal wave, completely submerged Wu Que.

He trembled violently, his whole body huddled into a ball, and he rolled around on the ground, his mouth wide open, his face twisted, and he gasped like a desperate beast that had fallen into a trap and had been pierced through the heart by a sharp arrow.