As the bell dissipated, the heaven and the earth fell into a dead silence again, and the river of blood surrounding the demon temple continued to surge, and one after another blood-colored bubbles rose up, exploding in the air, and the pungent smell of blood permeated the surroundings.

"Heavenly Demon Dragon Jiao, is there really such a big deal?" Some people looked up at this magnificent palace and sighed in contemplation.

As soon as these words came out, they couldn't help but resonate with many people, a demon Jiao at the peak of the blood soul, cloth nine spirits to cut the dragon array, cast the evil demon hall, and spit out the old man's words, all of this is really incredible.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally looked at the big-eared monk at the front.

Su Fucai looked at everyone's eyes, a little overwhelmed, suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, and he made a decision in his heart, only to see him step forward, walk to the center, and then turn around, look up at everyone, and said: "The Buddha said: A thought is from the truth, it is all delusional, this is just a trick of the devil's eyes, wait for the poor monk to go with everyone, and break this magic."

His gaze wandered, and cold sweat flowed faintly from his forehead.

"Haha, you fat monk, can't you take the lead and find out for me?" Someone laughed loudly, as if to laugh at his cowardice.

Su Fucai scolded secretly in his heart, and then, pretending to be profound, he glanced at him lightly, and said: "The Tao is one foot high, the magic is one foot high, the poor monk's Taoism is not enough to subdue this demon Jiao, and please follow the poor monk, those who work together will have infinite power."

Everyone showed disdain for him, and then looked at the golem behind him, only to see that the stones outside the golem's eyes shattered, revealing scarlet pupils, and the earth shook violently, and two red pillars of light shot out from his eyes, intertwined, turning into a blood-colored long bridge, spanning both ends of the blood river, and the gate of the palace also opened, and the dazzling golden light rose to the sky, making it impossible to see the situation inside.

The black-shirted young man at the front flashed his eyes and jumped up like a ghost, and the air was full of remnants, and around him, many people moved when they heard the wind, and in the blink of an eye, several people rushed onto the blood bridge and entered the palace.

Lin Zixuan also took a step, walking like flying, walking in front of the crowd, Su Fucai shouted: "Amitabha, don't be in a hurry", he spread his legs, ran faster than a rabbit, and even chased the figure in front of him......

The moment Lin Zixuan stepped in, he finally saw the scene inside, and suddenly felt that this palace was so gorgeous, the four walls were carved with gods and demons, green faces and fangs, hideous and terrifying; In the four corners of the palace, there are four fire racks, and the cyan flames are beating, showing a strange atmosphere; On the central altar of the palace, a pitch-black iron rod was inserted into it, and on top of the iron rod, there seemed to be a black ape shadow jumping.

"Horcrux?!" Some well-informed people looked at the iron rod and exclaimed.

And when the black-shirted young man looked at the iron rod, his eyes were hot, he stepped forward, turned around and swept towards everyone, his eyes seemed to be fierce, and he said indifferently, "This thing belongs to my beast gang, no one or so on, you must not touch it, otherwise, you will die!" ”

The cold young man next to Li Yunxi took a step forward, he stared at the black-shirted young man, his eyes were sharp, and he said coldly: "What if I want it from the Heavenly Dragon City Lord's Mansion?"

At this time, the delicate woman with a pair of long and well-proportioned legs walked out, only to see her lotus step swaying gently, like the stars and the bright moon's eyes flashing with spiritual rhyme, she said shyly, "This iron rod, the slave family wants it very much?"

When the people around listened to her, they couldn't help but become short of breath, Su Fucai squinted his eyes slightly, pinched a handful of thigh fat, tried to calm himself down, and scolded fiercely in his heart: "The goblin with a red face and trouble, no, the fat man has to maintain his concentration, otherwise he will be exposed."

At this moment, the blue-robed scholar Zhou Xuan and the scarred man were hidden in the crowd, staring at the black iron rod without turning their eyes, for fear of being snatched away.

And when the whole situation was relatively stable, in the crowd, three young men in fire suits walked out, the first one, with extraordinary momentum, the long fiery red hair was casually draped behind his shoulders, and the two people next to him had somewhat similar faces, and Lin Zixuan looked at the two figures, his heart trembled, that young man, he was no stranger, that day when the beast barbarian gang, the strong man in golden armor instructed the two of them, it seems that the person is also from Yanfu.

He looked at Yan Danchen beside him and asked, "Who are those two?"

Yan Danchen turned his head and looked at Lin Zixuan in surprise, he actually knew about his relationship with those two, she glanced at her lips and said, "One of them is my cousin and the other is my cousin, both of them are practicing in the Burning Flame Sect."

Lin Zixuan nodded, stopped talking, and watched silently, guessing in his heart that a melee was already brewing.

"Everyone, Yan was ordered by the family master to take this Horcrux, I don't know if you can endure the pain and cut your love, and send it to you, you will definitely be grateful." He arched his hand forward.

"Yan Haochen, what a big breath, can you swallow it alone with the help of the Burning Flame Sect?" A sword-eyebrow man walked out, looked at the young man in the fire suit, and said in a cold voice.

There was a burst of boos from the people around, and they were silent, because this was a matter for the Yan and Song families, and they couldn't intervene.

The young man next to Yan Haochen took a step forward, he looked at the sword-eyed man, and said angrily: "Song Chengwei, is your Song family also worthy of interfering?"

"Joke, can you stop me with your Yan family?" The sword-eyed man shouted.

At this time, a majestic aura swept in, and the cold man took out the dark long sword, pointed directly at everyone, and said, "If you want a horcrux, first ask me if the sword agrees?"

The black-shirted young man ignored it, the wind was blowing under his feet, his hand was bent into the shape of an eagle's claw, and a strong suction force rolled towards the iron rod on the altar.

The cold man snorted coldly, and the sharp sword qi swung out, and in an instant, the suction force was cut off.

The delicate woman saw the opportunity, and the colorful silk in her sleeve flew out like a sharp arrow, binding the iron rod.

Yan Haochen took a deep breath, between his fingers, the flames formed, he volleyed them away, the flames swelled rapidly, and turned into a slender fire snake, and the silk was instantly engulfed by it.

Song Chengwei on the side was not to be outdone, stepping on the wind, he punched with one hand, and a huge spiritual power was condensed on his fist, and in just a whistling moment, he shook back several people, looking at the black iron rod close at hand, a smile appeared on his face.

Suddenly, his body froze in the air, unable to move, his face changed immediately, looking at the two rings of fire on his feet, and then at the cold smiles of the two young men in fire clothes behind him, his heart couldn't help but be extremely cold.

Looking at the chaotic scene, Lin Zixuan didn't move, just quietly looked at the portraits on the wall, Yan Danchen's beautiful eyes stared at him in shock, she didn't understand why he didn't take the powerful Horcrux, but instead looked at some useless portraits?

Lin Zixuan was stunned, the number of golems carved on the painting wall was numerous, lifelike, and the charm in the painting was like a demon god who stood up to the sky, hideous and vicious, and the arrogance was monstrous.

"Who painted this extraordinary portrait?" Lin Zixuan kept touching it with his hand, only to feel cold and piercing.

Lin Zixuan kept watching, these murals, without exception, were extremely complete, as if they had just been painted.

Suddenly, above the wall, there was a black shadow, the black shadow continued to expand, the black shadow wriggled strangely, and in it, another black shadow came out, and then, the number of black shadows increased, and soon, the entire wall was filled.

Lin Zixuan's heart trembled, he only felt that there were many shadows on this wall.