"The Eight Temples?"

"What's that?"

The pastoral world was full of doubts, he had never heard of such a place. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"To be precise, the Eight Gods Temple is just a part of a place. ”

"I thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect it to exist. ”

Tianlongwei's tone was full of embarrassment, he paused for a moment and began to explain: "The real name of this place should be called Fengzen Sacrifice Ground. The so-called Fengzen Sacrifice Ground was a gladiatorial arena between various tribes in ancient times. In ancient times, every once in a while, there would be a great battle of Zen sealing, where the strongest of every tribe and every ethnic group in the world would gather here to compete with each other for the king of Zen. ”

The pastoral world thought: "It's similar to those sects now." ”

"Much more brutal than your Tabiko, this is a real life-and-death battle, and few people make it back alive. Moreover, the Great War of Fengzen is very important, and it is a victory that every tribe must strive for. ”

Tianlongwei shook his head: "In ancient times, it was much more dangerous than now, all kinds of natural disasters, all kinds of tribulations, countless, if a tribe wants to reproduce, it is even more difficult than ascending to the sky, which leads to the importance of the battle of Fengzen." Because the final victor in the battle of Feng Chan will be called the king of Zen, and his tribe will become the royal court for a while.

"The royal court was the largest ruling body at that time, and all other tribes and clans had to pay tribute to them and obey their orders unconditionally! It can be said that as long as they can win the battle of Fengzen, that tribe will be able to prosper for a while, and at least guarantee the inheritance for hundreds of years. ”

"Generally speaking, every hundred years, there will be a Great War of Sealing Zen, and the King of Zen and the royal court will be reselected, and this is the location of the Great War of Sealing Zen!"

Mu Jie nodded, this corroborated each other with his previous guess!

When he first entered this space, he felt strange, the evil qi here was so heavy, and it was also mixed with divine power, there was a great possibility that many divine power masters had fallen here!

It's just that the truth is far more cruel than he imagined!

Every hundred years, there will be an incomparably tragic battle, and everyone who participates is the most powerful divine power master in the world, and few can survive in the end...

So a thousand-year, or even 10,000-year, continuation.

How many bones of masters are buried here?

Where is this graveyard... This is simply the grave of an era!

It buried the masters of an entire era!

It's horrible.

"The shrine is divided into three floors. ”

"The outermost layer is the Eight Temples, and it is said that each of the Eight Temples has a god in charge of guarding it, and only by passing their tests can you enter the depths. ”

"The Eight Temples are followed by the Four Palaces, and if you win the challenge of the Four Palaces, you will enter the Land of Sealed Meditation. ”

"The land of Zen is a real hall of power, and only the most powerful people in the world are eligible to live in it. And in almost every battle of Fengzen, in the end, only a few people were able to participate in the final battle, and everyone else fell in the Eight Gods Temple and the Four Palaces!"

Tianlongwei said an incomparably tragic reality!

"Then this is the Yin God Temple. ”

"Could it be that there really is a ghost here?"

Mu Jieran raised his head with interest and stared closely at the huge sculpture in front of him, and on the forehead of the sculpture, the word Yin God was particularly dazzling.

He's thinking... What is the test here? Could this statue suddenly come to life?

"Probably not. ”

Tianlongwei shook his head: "The Fengzen Sacrifice Ground is a product of the ancient era, and I don't know how many years have passed since now. Even if there is really a god's mansion here, it will definitely not survive such years, and I am afraid it will have long been annihilated into ashes. The reason why this place is still able to operate is probably because there are some treasures. ”

"Treasures. ”

The pastoral gaze flickered suddenly, and landed on the token embedded in the forehead of the ghost god.

Obviously, if there is any treasure, this token that is constantly swallowing the mist is definitely the treasure of the town hall of this Yin God Temple.

"However, I advise you not to fight its ideas. ”

Seeing the expression on Mu Jie's face, Tianlongwei warned directly.

"How?"

The pastoral world is a little puzzled, if he doesn't get this treasure, then how can he get out?

"The ancient divine power was strong, and I don't know how much stronger it is than now. But even so, this token is still there, and no one has ever thought of taking it away!"

"As you can imagine..."

Mu Jie was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but nodded.

This thing is definitely not as active as expected.

"So how am I going to get out?"

Shaking his head, the pastor asked.

“...”

"I don't know!"

Tianlongwei shook his head.

"What?"

"You don't know?"

"Don't you know this place very well?"

The pastoral world was a little stunned.

"I really don't know. ”

"I just once stumbled upon the legends about this place. ”

"I've never been here again!"

Tianlongwei is sincere.

But the pastoral world wanted to cry without tears, and after a long time, this pit didn't know how to get out of here, and a lot of what he said was basically all nonsense!

What a waste of time...

The pit goods are really the pit goods!

However, the pastoral world has obviously forgotten that there is not only such a pit around him.

"Roar!"

Ever since devouring the mist in the hall, the Blood Dragon Sacrifice has fallen silent. But at this moment, this bastard suddenly woke up, and he disappeared directly from the top of the head of the pastoral world, and reappeared on the forehead of the ghost statue.

I saw him staring at the token tightly, and under the surprise of the pastoral world, he suddenly opened his big mouth, spat out, and smashed straight on the token.

Bang!

A violent explosion suddenly resounded in the main hall.

Followed by.

The Yin God Token trembled violently, and suddenly an astonishing suction force emerged.

Before the pastoral realm could react, he only felt a tightness all over his body, and his body suddenly flew up uncontrollably, and he drilled into the token!

...

"Pit goods, you pit goods!"

"Why did I put such a thing on you. ”

Mu Jie was so angry that he jumped to his feet, and his fingers trembled and pointed at the Blood Dragon Sacrifice that was suspended above his head, and he couldn't wait to tear him down!

This is a bastard, running to provoke that token, and as a result, their group is swept into this even weirder place!

Here, it should be the space inside the token.

Compared to the outside world, the space here is obviously much smaller, but the fog here is obviously much thicker than the outside world.

What's even more frightening is that the fog here is completely dark red, as if it has been soaked in layers of blood. Moreover, in the fog, from time to time, there were bursts of ghosts crying wolf howls, and faintly, it seemed that countless ghosts could be seen wandering and struggling.

It's terrifying.

The pastoral world scolded twice, and the Blood Dragon Sacrifice ignored him. And he suddenly lost interest in the fog in front of him, closed his eyes, and just suspended above the head of the herd, falling into silence.

The pastoral world wants to cry without tears, this thing is so pitiful that it doesn't even give a chance to vent.

However, it is clearly not a good time to be transported to this strange place, and no one knows what will happen.

Really!

The idea had just come to mind.

The fog in front of him suddenly boiled violently, and at the same time, the warning in the pastoral world's heart suddenly appeared, and he stared closely at the fog in front of him. His spiritual sense was extremely keen, and he clearly sensed that in this turbulent fog, it seemed as if something was being born and was about to rush out.

Hiss!

Almost just before he was ready.

In the fog in front of him, there was a burst of numbing sounds of breaking the air.

Is that...

A bunch of ghosts!

I saw hundreds of dark red figures whizzing from the mist, each with a hideous face, and their hands were covered with slender nails like sharp blades, cutting the void to pieces along the way.

The face of the pastoral world changed slightly, Yin God Yin God, is it really full of countless Yin Spirits here?

He was about to attack.

Suddenly, a golden figure shot out like lightning.

In mid-air, the light on the golden figure became brighter and brighter, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a dazzling day.

Followed by.

The sun suddenly exploded, creating countless extremely thin beams of light.

Each beam of light was like a meteor, drawing countless traces of blazing light in the void.

The whizzing ghost crashed headlong into a dazzling light mark.

Puff puff!

The incomparably fierce ghost was like a moth to a fire, and once it came into contact with the golden streamer, it instantly turned into a cloud of mist.

Dragon's beard!

Mu Jie looked at the little guy standing proudly in front of him, and the grief and indignation in his heart finally dissipated.

Finally, there are a few reliable ones around, he thought in his heart.

The dragon bearded tiger looked proud, levitating in front of the pastoral world, protecting him tightly.

In his small body, the palpitating power slowly fluctuated, diffusing an incomparable majesty.

The surrounding fog was still about to move, but when he felt the domineering aura, he trembled for a while, slowly spreading towards the rear, and he didn't dare to step forward.

The majesty that belongs to the heavenly dragon, the most rigid and the yang, is precisely the nemesis of these yin things.

Mu Jie had a smile on his face, and couldn't help but praise: "It's much stronger than this stupid dragon, it's good." ”

A smile suddenly appeared on the dragon's face, and it was obvious that the master's praise made it very useful.

"Be careful!"

However, the smile on Mu Jie's face had not had time to disperse, and he saw a sound of rustling sound again in the mist that was drifting away.

The voice was different from before, extremely heavy.

It sounded like something was coming slowly in the mist.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Mu Jie snorted coldly, and a divine light shot out from his hand, which directly disappeared into the mist.

The divine power in his body is so rich that it has already reached the late stage of the ground level, and it has been completely able to condense and form. This golden light, like a bundle of immortal ropes, leaned into the mist and gently pulled, and immediately hooked something.

Mu Jie smiled coldly, and his hand was forced.

He wanted to see if the legendary ghosts and gods could really be nourished in this mist.

Kindness?

It's just that... Beyond his expectations, the monster trapped by the divine power light rope turned out to be extremely powerful, and when he pulled it, the light rope immediately stretched straight, and he didn't pull the other party back.

"Fire. ”

The pastoral realm reacted extremely quickly, the light in his hand flashed again, and a ray of divine fire spread along the light rope towards the other end at an astonishing speed.

Shout.

A flash of fire, a flash of fire.

"Roar!"

A terrible roar was heard immediately from the fog.

At the same time, Mu Jie only felt that the light rope in his hand was loose, and he immediately pulled it hard.

Suddenly, a behemoth was pulled out of the fog by him.

This is...

This girl is really a ghost!

The head has horns, the back has two wings, and the bones are covered in blood...

It turned out to be a monster made entirely of bones, and there was no flesh and blood on him at all, only the dense and substantial mist covering it, which was extremely hideous.

"Here... Is it the Nine Hells?"

The pastoral world couldn't help but be surprised.

However, it is clear that this is not the time to be surprised.

The demon was pulled out of the fog and immediately descended into a rage.

He threw his head back and let out a roar, and his huge body was like a small mountain, slamming into the pastoral realm.