He subconsciously closed the door of the temple behind him, and then walked forward step by step, until he came to the dry skeleton, and then stopped. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

And in the meantime, his eyes were still fixed on the wooden box, and he never left half a minute.

The wooden box was only a few feet long, and it was pitch black in the slightest, but his memory had now been pulled back decades.

When he was in the Cave Heaven Blessed Land, the moment he came into contact with that piece of Wen Shenyu, a picture appeared in his mind.

In the picture, an old man gave three wooden boxes to a monk, a Taoist priest, and a man in black. And the wooden box in the hands of the three men was exactly the same as the one on the tray on the right.

Dongfang Mo can be sure that the wooden box in front of him is one of the three back then. This affirmation was unfounded, just a gut feeling, but he was sure that his intuition could not be wrong.

And he guessed that the corpse in front of him in front of him in a Taoist robe was probably the same person as the Taoist priest who was awarded a box by the old man in his mind back then.

Dongfang Mo stretched out his trembling palm and grabbed it towards the wooden box in front of him.

Without any accidents, the wooden box was easily held in his hands.

"Crunch!"

Just as he was in ecstasy and was contemplating it, he suddenly heard the door of the main hall being pushed open.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo's expression fused, and then his body blossomed, and he hid behind a stone pillar in the darkness not far away.

At the same time, the door of the main hall was pushed open. A red-faced man with a huge gourd on his back and a height of nine feet strode in.

The red-faced man had a wooden expression, and he carried a yellow gourd on his back that was thicker than his body.

His steps made a thumping sound, as if the man were as heavy as a hill.

However, from his godless eyes, he could find that he was actually a living dead.

It stands to reason that the living dead on Peng Island are only the simplest consciousness left, and they can't have any desires or pursuits, so the behavior of this red-faced man is extremely strange.

After arriving here, the red-faced man saw the bones of the Taoist robe in front of the main hall at a glance.

I don't know if it's an illusion, the moment I saw this dry bone, there seemed to be a faint fear in the eyes of the red-faced man at this moment. But when his gaze fell on the three trays under the bones, especially after seeing the jade bottle and the ancient book, his gaze was stunned again.

I saw him step forward quickly, and then stretched out his big hand, and first grabbed the ancient scroll in the tray.

"Whew!"

However, just as the man was about to grasp the ancient tome, suddenly a blue arc of lightning shot out from the tray and slammed into the palm of his hand.

At the same time, the red-faced man's figure retreated, and with each step he fell, he stepped on the ground under his feet with a deep footprint.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo's eyes behind the stone pillar were full of shock and incredulity, he remembered that when he picked up the wooden box before, there was no problem at all, are the three trays different.

When the red-faced man stood firm, he suddenly reached behind his back and grabbed the huge yellow gourd to his chest.

With a flick of his arm, the gourd stopper popped open, and a blood-stained breath erupted from it, drowning towards the tray containing the tome in front of it.

However, when the pungent smell of blood was about to be sprayed on the tray, several blue arcs of electricity shot out from the tray in succession, making a crackling sound.

Under the ejection of the electric arc, all the blood-stained qi seemed to have encountered a nemesis, and all of them turned into green smoke and dissipated.

It's just that under the red-faced mana's mana, the blood-stained qi contained in the gourd in his arms seemed to be endless, gushing out continuously, directly submerging the tray.

At this time, only the blood-stained qi could be seen, and there were flashes of electric arcs from time to time, followed by a slight "secondary" corrosive sound.

Obviously, when the blood was burned into smoke by the arcs, the arcs were also corroded by them.

At this point, the silent hall continued to be filled with the crackling sound of arc catapults and the corrosive sound of blood-stained gas.

Dongfang Mo hid behind the stone pillar and did not move, and he could see the movements of the red-faced man clearly.

Just when the red-faced man spewed out the blood-stained gas from the gourd in his hand, the arc excited on the tray became more and more dim.

"Boom!"

Behind him, the gate of the main hall was subjected to a huge force, and it was shattered in pieces.

"Whew!"

Two figures rushed in from outside the main hall.

If you look closely, one of them is the Nether Fairy, and the other is an old man with a somewhat unfamiliar appearance and a gloomy expression.

However, both of them are now extremely sluggish.

With blood on the corners of her mouth, her face was dull, and fine wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes, and her appearance seemed to have aged ten years all of a sudden.

And the old man had a fist-sized bloody hole in his waist. Although the blood had stopped, the clothes around him were obviously soaked.

"Blood Monster, didn't this old thing sit down seven hundred years ago, how could it be here."

When the two of them saw the red-faced man in the hall, they immediately showed stunned looks.

"Didn't you notice that the old ghost had become the living dead?" The old man on the side seemed to see through the reality of the red-faced man.

Hearing this, the Nether Fairy was stunned for a moment, and then her brows furrowed slightly, and after being reminded by the old man, it was obvious that she had also seen it.

However, when her eyes saw that there was an ancient scroll and a jade bottle on the two trays under the dry bones, the beautiful woman's eyes showed a trace of greed. It's just that when she saw the empty third tray again, she looked at the back of the red-faced man, and she became a little aggressive. Immediately, the woman looked at the old man and said:

"You and I have walked into a dead end before, but fortunately, the forbidden effect on the dead road has lost seventy or eighty percent, so there is a glimmer of chance to escape. But despite this, now that he is not lightly injured, it is better for you and me to join forces and kill this person first. ”

Hearing her words, the old man suddenly remembered the scene when he and this woman each chose a fork in the road, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly. When he saw that one of the three trays in front of him was empty, he nodded.

"Good!"

And just as he agreed to this woman, the red-faced man who was facing the two of them in front of him suddenly turned around, and his wooden face seemed to show a chuckle, and then looked at the two of them and opened his mouth, and spit out a few stiff words.

"Nether...... Tianque ......"

Hearing his words, the Netherworld Fairy and the Old Man of the Netherworld all changed their faces, and secretly said that this person was not dead.

"Do it!"

Immediately, the Netherworld Fairy let out a low cry, took the lead in opening her mouth, and spewed out a mouthful of pale green Heavenly Nether Infant Fire.

Seeing this, the red-faced man turned around suddenly, and a thick blood-stained aura gushed out from the gourd in his arms, which slammed into the Heavenly Netherworld Infant Fire that erupted from the mouth of the Netherworld Fairy.

Immediately, I saw that the blood stained qi that had no great effect on the blue arc and the moment the Heavenly Netherworld Infant Fire touched it, the Heavenly Netherworld Infant Fire of the Netherworld Fairy dissolved in a burst of infrastructural sounds, and the two didn't seem to be of the same magnitude at all. Then the blood-stained qi continued to castrate, and continued to roll towards the Nether Fairy and drowned.