Mo Wuxian said: "You all go back, I want to see what caused this forest to be polluted!"

With that, he hurried towards the magnificent palace.

The breath came from underground, and the ground in the forest was tight, but there must be something deep underground. If you want to go deep into the ground, it is obviously not a good way to force a hole, and the forest is so large that it is extremely difficult to find the source of evil.

And that architectural palace is a big suspicion, Mo Wuxian has a feeling that this palace will find something.

This building has the style of a royal palace, but the style of the building seems to be very ancient, each palace is made of square boulders, more than 100 meters high, the tip of the tower points to the sky, revealing a kind of ancient atmosphere.

Mo Wuxian stood at the top of the palace complex, looked at the largest palace and quietly fell.

There are a lot of runes on the gate of this palace, and there are ancient words, and there is an extremely faint divine aura.

"Temple of Splendour, how is this possible?"

Mo Wuxian looked surprised.

He had now comprehended the legacy that Caterina had given him, the Temple of Splendour, the religion of mankind in ancient times, the temple of belief in the god of light. The Temple of Splendor is home to a pope, many bishops, and the mysterious Holy Knights.

The strength of the Temple of Splendor is undeniable, as they are backed by the God of Light. However, after the First World War, the splendor of the Temple of Splendor also became history, and the god of light, who represented light, was also incarnated into a mountain.

After 10,000 years, the Temple of Light has perfectly preserved its ruins, in addition to symbolizing the disappearance of the breath of light.

That extremely faint divine aura may be the only breath left by the God of Light in the world.

The elves tinkled and pounded in the temple.

The jingle came from every corner of the temple, and the one was the most dense in front of me.

The golden door of the temple opened wide, and he calmly entered.

The interior is more than 500 square meters, and the elves inside are working frantically as coolies, some are making fires, some are striking iron, and some are making strange utensils.

Suddenly, with a look of surprise, he spotted the outline of the red-clad cannon.

It turns out that this is how the redcoat cannon was made.

He showed an incredulous look, but, they had no drawings, no supervisors, how could they be so meticulous?

Could it be that it's just the aura of evil that governs them to do this?

He was even more puzzled, it seemed that the structure of this kind of drawing in this will was imposed on the elves.

As if they hadn't seen him appear, the elves were still building frantically, sparks splashing and sweating like rain.

Mo Wuxian looked around and didn't notice anything special.

His mind covered again, exploring the area indiscriminately.

With a strange look, he disappeared into the temple and came outside.

He stood above the square, the ground already covered with moss, the bluestone glowing with decay, but still indestructible.

landed on the ground and struck the bluestone, which was sonorous and powerful.

He could reach a hundred meters below the surface of other places in this temple, but only this place seemed a little strange, fifty meters below the bluestone, there seemed to be something that isolated everything, so that his perverted divine thoughts could not penetrate deeply.

There's definitely something wrong down here!

He was very sure.

He looked around and saw a stone statue with a giant sword in his hand in the corners of the square. The statue is still smooth and has not been eroded by time.

Suddenly, he found that the bluestone under his feet was sinking downward, and he hurriedly raised his breath and rose twenty meters.

At this moment, a squeaky sound sounded, and a divine energy was inexplicably generated.

This energy appeared on top of the four stone statues, and the stone statues suddenly lit up and radiated a holy radiance.

Suddenly, the stone statue moved mechanically, the giant sword on its hand was raised, and four extreme white lights shot out, converging in the middle of the square, and a white ball of light expanded in a sizzling sound, and the diameter exceeded two meters in an instant.

The light emitted by the stone statue suddenly stopped, and the wave of light spread out in all directions.

I saw that the green moss on the ground was purified in an instant, revealing a cyan boulder, like a mirror, and Mo Wuxie's figure was reflected in it.

Where he just stood, the square stone of one square meter was still dented, and suddenly the brush sinked down, and then it seemed to cause a chain reaction, and all the bluestones seemed to be alive, and they collectively sank down, stretching and shrinking, and retracting to the four sides. In just an instant, the entire square disappeared, and it was an incomparably huge stone cave.

The four walls of the stone cave are all bluestone, and the bluestone is transparent. A turbid aura came out of it, followed by a black gas rushing into the sky.

This black qi is no different from the black qi in the elven forest.

Mo Wuxian looked at the black pressure below, hesitated for a moment and fell.

The vertical cave was very deep, and he slowly descended, about a hundred meters deep, and suddenly stopped.

Within his mind, there was a rectangular space below, an unimaginably large space that could be described as an underworld.

Suddenly, he showed a look of vigilance, and below this, there was a behemoth.

He fell, and the darkness below had no effect on him. Under his gaze, a hundred-meter skeleton stood out from the ground.

The skeleton of the skeleton was all black, like an enlarged version of an ancient dragon.

The skeleton lay quietly on the ground, in the skull, two clouds of ghost light are quietly suspended, but the nasal bone is strangely spewing wisps of black gas, it seems that the dragon skeleton is still alive, the black gas is exhaled rhythmically, as if this is the breath of the skeleton.

Mo Wuxian was shocked, this phenomenon was completely beyond the scope of his cognition. He had a strange feeling that the bone dragon was still alive, and now it seemed as if it was dormant.

This strange feeling made him very uncomfortable, and it was incredible that such a situation could be a living thing.

He looked in the direction of the skull, and saw a huge hole thousands of kilometers away. Walking into this hole, you will find that the cave is densely packed with countless small holes to a long distance.

According to the direction, Mo Wuxian concluded that it was the forest.

In an instant, he understood that this black qi was originally transmitted from here, and as long as the bone dragon was destroyed, then the elven branch would also return to normal life.

He retreated into the rectangular space and looked closely at the bone dragon, and found that the bones of the bone dragon were dark and shiny, and it was hard to crumble into it.

Suddenly, he thought of something, his face changed drastically, and he exclaimed: "Hell Bone Dragon, the Hell Bone Dragon, the mount of the God Chitalja!"

Just now, a fragment appeared in his mind, the god of Chitaljia controlled a bone dragon that exuded a black aura to dominate the Martial Spirit Continent, and the gods were difficult to resist, and later, the gods joined forces and used the big formation to separate the god of Qitaljia from the bone dragon, and the bone dragon was shot down by the gods and fell to the earth, and later it was purified and sealed here by the pope of the Temple of Glory with huge divine power.