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Feng'er said proudly: "Just hand over these people to the slaves, a forbidden spell will be useless, no matter how many people there are." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

I shook my head and said, "No, I don't want to kill people until I find out what happened, and you can't either." If you kill all the masters of the mercenary union, God knows if it will be cheaper for nothing. Moreover, I don't know if it's a human or a demon down here, and it can make you feel uncomfortable, and it won't be a thing to mess with after all. You can't do anything until you know the nitty-gritty. ”

Feng'er was disappointed, in fact, she also knew that the forbidden spell might not be able to deal with so many masters, she just wanted to vent. If you want to talk about the interest in this mysterious atmosphere, she is only higher than me. The answer was clearly within her reach, but she couldn't do it, which made her, who had always acted without scruples, feel a little anxious.

"Look carefully, you wouldn't be stupid enough to place the door of a secret room under this heavy idol, and move the idol every time you go in and out, right?" I teased, looking at her amusedly. Influenced by her experience and mentality, she is sometimes shrewd like a wise old man, and sometimes she is naïve like a child.

"That's right!" Feng'er said in surprise: "There will definitely be a mechanism, it is impossible to really need to move the statue." ”

I laughed slightly, and turned my head to seriously look for the mechanism to open the secret room.

It's not easy to find the opening mechanism, and we can't find it all around, and before we can figure out how to solve it, a small door on the side suddenly opens, and then, the cold aura suddenly strengthens significantly. It won't have any effect on us, but it's too much for the average guard. Perhaps, this is the reason why there are no guards in the temple.

"That's right, it's it!" Feng'er nodded affirmatively, telling me that this was exactly the breath she had felt the first two times.

Inside the small door, Potter was slowly walking out. His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were also black, and his movements were very stiff when he walked, and he looked very strange. It's just that I was surprised to find that after only a few days of not seeing him, the Dou Qi energy in his body has improved a lot.

Out of the secret room, he didn't do anything, just walked in front of the idol so weirdly, sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate. I shook slightly, gritted my teeth, pulled Feng'er and rushed into the small door that Potter had just come out of, and quickly touched it in the direction where the breath came.

I couldn't help but sigh and laugh at myself for making such a low-level mistake. It turns out that there is indeed a secret room underneath the idol, but its entrance is next door. Moreover, the space of this secret room is far larger than I imagined.

Thousands of square meters of vast space, nearly ten zhang high, but there is nothing inside, only directly below the statue, there is a platform. On the platform, there is a very conspicuous crystal coffin. Those gloomy and cold breaths emanated from the coffin.

The entire basement, the ground and walls are covered with cold ice stones, and occasionally dotted with some ice crystal magic cores that emit faint fluorescence, but the most commonly used light magic stones or magic lighting are not selected. The temperature inside was very low, but because it was very dry, there was no ice in sight. It's just that such an environment is naturally not what Feng'er, a fire-based holy beast, likes.

"Master, the slave should go up there and keep guard! The environment here is really uncomfortable. After discovering such an environment, although Feng'er was unwilling, she immediately retreated. For the Feng clan, who likes high temperatures, it is simply torture to let her stay in such an environment.

"Then be careful not to be found by them. I nodded, no wonder Potter's body was so stiff when he walked around, it turned out that he was frozen here. Could it be that he has been practicing in such an environment during this time? It's just that why is his face so ugly? If he is a little more stiff, he will really be a zombie.

After a few ups and downs, I was already on the high platform. The coffin made of purple crystal is exquisitely clear and looks very gorgeous and beautiful. However, when I saw the people inside, I no longer had time to care about the beauty of this coffin.

It was a very evil man, perhaps because of the environment here and the crystal coffin, his face was still lifelike, but a strange smile on the corner of his mouth made people shudder. What's more, his face was exactly the same as the idol I had just seen. A long sword that seemed to be completely condensed from Xuan Ice was placed in his hand, and the style of this sword was exactly the same as the long sword in the hand of the idol. It's just that, although he has a cold aura like substance, I clearly know that this is just a corpse.

What the hell is going on?I frowned and pondered: Could it be that the so-called god of mercenaries is this corpse in front of me, or that this corpse has become a terrible undead?

"Master, don't think about it, that guy is just a dead demigod. Feng'er said suddenly. "Fortunately, he's dead, otherwise, it would have been a lot of trouble. ”

"Demigods?" I was shocked, of course I knew what demigods were. In the current continent, god-level masters are already rare, and they are very rare. But in the past, god-level masters were just like the current saint-level, although they were powerful, they were by no means rare. At that time, those who surpassed the god level could be regarded as real masters, and the title of these people was demigods.

"Now that he's dead, what is the mercenary guild doing to keep his body here and behaving so religious?" I asked.

"The slave doesn't know. Feng'er shook her head and said. "There are many such demigod masters, whether it is the dragon clan or the phoenix clan, but unfortunately the demigods can't live forever like real gods. After they die, they are all sent back to the clan for burial, just like ordinary clansmen. As for why they kept the body of this demigod like this, probably only the people of the mercenary union knew. ”

I shook my head, I always felt that this matter was not so simple, not to mention anything else, Potter's strength alone was a very unreasonable thing.

"Master, the little white face is down. Feng'er reminded. "Hee-hee, this guy is a veritable little white face now. ”

I was amused in my heart, the little white face used to just say that he was handsome, but now this little white face really says that his face is as white as paper. Seeing Potter slowly descend to the secret room, my mind suddenly moved slightly, just to see how he cultivated.

The stealth technique of the space system is very different from ordinary stealth magic, at the beginning, even my spiritual sense could not see the traces of Fei'er, and Potter was naturally even more difficult to find. He also didn't expect that someone would sneak in such a secret room, so after coming in, he went directly to the high platform, sat cross-legged in front of the coffin, took a deep breath, and reached out his hands and pressed them on the crystal coffin.

A trace of cold breath flowed from the corpse inside the coffin, and he sucked it in little by little. I was slightly surprised, I didn't expect him to actually use this corpse to cultivate. Suddenly, the cold aura was great, and Potter quickly withdrew his hand, slammed his elbows back, and shouted vaguely: "What kind of person!"

I was slightly horrified, just now, behind Potter, I actually found that the eyes of the corpse in the coffin were open, not only were his eyes not as pale as the dead, but like a deep black hole, absorbing the surrounding light, strange and gorgeous. It was at that moment that Potter seemed to know something, and suddenly launched an attack on me with precision.

My feet tapped the ground, and my body flew back violently, the situation in front of me was so weird that I couldn't help but be a little more vigilant. The corpse inside the coffin suddenly opened its eyes, and then closed silently, as if it were just my delusion. It's just that the cold aura that fell silent then showed that it was definitely not my delusion just now.

Potter didn't relax, and the energy that had just come into contact with the corpse seemed to give him the ability to see through my invisibility. With a flip of his wrist, a long sword had already appeared in his hand, and with a swing, the cold fighting spirit swept towards me. It's just that his movements are very weird, like a zombie, straight to and fro, as if his frozen body has not yet recovered.

This greatly affected the play of his strength, and only a few turns later, I had already hit him in the back of the neck with a knife. It's just that this strength that can already stun even an elephant actually only made his body tremble slightly, and he still attacked me vigorously.

"It's strange, I didn't feel a fighting spirit just now!" I was slightly surprised, and looked at him curiously, only to find that his eyes were actually closed, and there was a strange smile on his face, which was exactly the same as the corpse in the coffin.

Rao is that I have always been bold, and I can't help but feel a chill in my heart when I see such a scene. However, his subordinates stepped up their offensive, and their fists, palms, and fingers continued to hit his body, and the force was heavier than one time. It's just that this powerful internal force, which can almost shatter his body, doesn't seem to have any effect on him at all. After receiving a slap, he just staggered back a few steps, and immediately attacked again, and there seemed to be a very cold huge energy in his body, which offset my true qi again and again.

"Then let me see, to what extent can this energy protect you?" I was ruthless in my heart, and said coldly, the true qi in my hand surged, and the palm shadow of the sky was brought up with one palm, as if it was lightly and heavily imprinted on his chest. This palm, but it has already used all its strength.

(To be continued)