"I haven't seen you for so many years, and you're still the same. ”

A muffled voice came from the darkness, and a figure moved and stepped out.

It was a tall white-haired man with dark skin, a high raised nose, and extremely wide eye spacing, with obvious demon characteristics.

Seeing the appearance of the white-haired man, a look of surprise crossed his eyes: "It's really you, aren't you already ......"

"Already dead?" the white-haired man shrugged slightly, as if asking, "Sometimes, I wonder if it would be better to die." ”

Qian's face changed, and finally sank completely, showing a momentary hideousness: "It turns out that the traitor is you." ”

The white-haired man didn't speak, just stared at him in silence.

The atmosphere in the forest grew tense.

Lin Zhihui frowned slightly, and glanced at him with some concern, but Yu Guang noticed that Bi Jie beside him seemed to have a wrong look, and before he had time to think about it, he saw that he suddenly raised his head and let out a long roar, and a ball of golden red fire erupted around his body, which suddenly rose up and rushed towards the white-haired man like lightning.

Bi Jie made a sudden move, and the three of them were all shocked, and the white-haired man seemed to be a little surprised. Seeing that the golden red fire was approaching, he was not afraid, his arm was slightly raised, and the fire suddenly turned invisible, and Bi Jie flew out upside down.

"Well, there's a little bird here. The white-haired man lowered his arm casually, glanced at Bi Jie, who was embarrassed, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "If it's your dead ghost father, I may still be a little jealous, as for you, I'd better go back and practice for a hundred and ten years first." ”

As he spoke, the white-haired man raised his hand, and dozens of black shadows behind him stepped forward in unison.

Bi Jie stood up, his eyes flashing, as if he was about to rush forward, but was stopped by the hand of the Qian.

"Nian still has a little friendship with us, if you retreat now, I can let you go. The white-haired man looked up at the man.

"No need, my grievances with you, let's settle them today. As he spoke, he shook his backhand, and the gray light flashed rapidly in his palm, and a long sword appeared.

"I didn't expect that I would see this sword again one day. The white-haired man raised his eyebrows, his expression became serious, he took a step back, raised his arms flat, and collided his fists hard, and suddenly there was a black glow.

"Destroy the trash and move on. "Solve this guy, I'll rush to meet you." As she spoke, her figure suddenly flashed, jumping into the shadows next to her, and the white-haired man followed closely, and the two figures shook a few times before disappearing into the darkness.

......

Dozens of men in black rushed up and surrounded the trio.

Before Lin Zhihui and Candle Ying could start the fight, Bi Jie rushed out first, as if he wanted to completely vent the anger just now, the golden red fire all over his body was scurrying, and above his head, Bi Fangniao's phantom golden light was shining, like a small sun, illuminating the forest as if it were daytime.

Bijie was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and wherever the golden light went, the man in black let out a terrible wail, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a cloud of smoke and dust, and within a moment, the battlefield was cleaned up by Bijie alone.

Candle Ying and Lin Zhihui maintained a fighting posture, watching dumbfounded from the sidelines.

"Then are we going to wait here for the Qian, or do we move on?" Candle Ying closed her mouth for a long time, reached out and rubbed her chin, and looked at Lin Zhihui.

"Keep going, of course. Without waiting for Lin Zhihui to speak, Bi Jie said, raised his hand to wipe off the dust stains on his face at some point, turned around and walked forward menacingly.

Lin Zhihui and Candle Ying glanced at each other, and shook their heads at the same time, knowing that it was useless to say anything at this time, so they had to follow quickly.

Since they let them go first, they are naturally completely sure to deal with the white-haired man, but at the moment, Bijie is like a mobile powder keg, so naturally he can't let him act alone.

......

The dense layers of trees gradually thinned out, and the field of vision also widened. At the end of the dense forest, stands a magnificent temple.

Seeing that Liantai Temple was close in front of them, Lin Zhihui and the three of them were in high spirits, and immediately accelerated their pace, and rushed to the edge of the dense forest in a blink of an eye.

On the square in front of the temple, nearly 100 gray-clothed warriors were holding sticks, waiting for them, and when Lin Zhihui and the three appeared, they immediately shouted in unison, taking neat steps, like a tide surging towards them, and the momentum was amazing.

"All of them are cultivators. Bi Jie frowned slightly, his eyes swept over the group of martial artists, and he said in a deep voice.

Lin Zhihui didn't care about this, at this time, he only had Liantai Temple in his eyes, seeing that the army was approaching, he urged the mana with all his strength, the gray and white light surged, and the Linglong Pagoda slowly emerged.

Candle Ying and Bi Jie were also ready to face the battle, just as the two sides were about to meet each other. A low voice like a Sanskrit chant suddenly sounded, and nearly a hundred warriors seemed to have been hit by the immobilization method, maintaining the posture of holding sticks high and standing in place.

"What's going on?" Bi Jie said in amazement.

Just when Lin Zhihui and the three of them looked at each other and guessed the reason, a gust of wind passed overhead, and a figure had already crossed the crowd and rushed to the front hall, and the voice of the man floated in the air: "What are you stunned about? ”

"Let's go. Lin Zhihui let out a low snort, and rushed into the enemy formation first, nearly a hundred warriors stood still in place, all of them were like wood carved clay sculptures, and no one blocked their way.

The three of them rushed up the steps all the way to stand in front of the main hall as if they were in a no-man's land, and Candle Ying couldn't help but glance back.

Bi Jie noticed his expression, raised his eyebrows and looked over, Candle Ying shook his head slightly and did not speak, out of the instinct of his talent, just now, he vaguely felt as if someone was peeping somewhere.

......

There was silence in the hall.

On the high platform at the end, there stood a mighty statue, wearing a purple robe, neither monk nor Taoist, with long eyebrows and solemn expression.

Lin Zhihui stood in the center of the main hall, looking up at the sculpture in front of him, only to feel that the blood was surging all over his body, and there was a roar in his ears, as if there was a voice that kept shouting, urging him to rush forward, smash the statue, destroy the Liantai Temple, rush to the heavenly realm and go straight to the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, looking for the Jade Emperor to ask the truth, a desire to destroy everything, burning wildly in his chest.

Lin Zhihui's eyes gradually became bloodshot, the hem of his clothes was windless, and the exquisite pagoda that emitted a gray-white light spun rapidly above his head.

With a slight flicker in front of him, the solemn face of the sculpture suddenly changed into the appearance of the Jade Emperor, and suddenly Lin Yuanhai, who was full of white hair and a stunned expression, soon turned again, and changed into Yue Ruhua's eyes full of hatred.

Lin Zhihui's eyes were full of wishful thinking, and just when he was about to shout and urge the Linglong Tower, a bell chime suddenly sounded in his head.

"Bang. ”

Lin Zhihui's eyes widened instantly, and the face of the statue turned into himself.

At this momentary stagnation, Qingyue's bell chime sounded again, like a drumbeat, more and more urgent, faster and faster, constantly echoing in his mind.

The last bang rang loudly, like a morning bell, and slammed into his heart.

Lin Zhihui's body shook suddenly, and when he looked at it again, he found that it was not a temple hall in front of him, but a vast and boundless space.