A full silver-white moon rested early in the middle of the sky. The moonlight began to turn silvery and full. It seems that there is a thin red line that is about to split the full moon. The human eye cannot see it, and only one creature can see ----- vampire.

In the middle of the snow-white mountains is a wave of cold blue sacred lake, which is a mysterious place in the depths of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

There is a spectacular lama temple here. Looming in the snow and condensation, this is the edge of darkness.

In the void, there seemed to be bursts of Buddha horns floating back and forth in the distant space, sounding clearly.

Snow-capped mountains are connected to each other, like huge warriors, more like ice-white monsters, standing on the top of the ancient plateau, surrounding this temple.

On top of the highest mountain in the surrounding area, a huge stone, like a resting snow sculpture, stands quietly on the top of the sea of clouds.

Shrouded by wind and clouds, protected by heaven and earth.

The gray-white façade of the temple is adorned with ancient patterns of metal, which are embellished with mystical scriptures. The inky black cornices, the golden temple roof is crossed on the knees of the legendary beasts, simple and exquisite, primitive and mysterious.

The golden sails, full of sacred patterns, fluttered in the wind, and countless mysterious colored words, embroidered on the canvas, seemed to be sung by the wind.

In front of the temple, a mysterious blue lake reflects everything in the Nine Heavens, and the lake is surrounded by black and cold cliffs, silent and ethereal, as if only souls can float on the surface of the lake.

In front of the temple, snowflakes like powder and mist fall gently. Wake up to the scenery on the shore, the shore is icy white.

The two huge statues of the guardian saints, under the majesty of the snow and wind, in front of the huge bronze gate, look more mysterious and upright.

Countless huge scattered stones, scattered around the temple, covered with layers of deep white snow.

A small boat rows across the icy black waters, tearing through the silky smooth surface of the lake. Towards the temple. A tall black figure stood quietly at the front of the boat. No one was rowing the boat, but it was moving steadily and quickly towards the temple.

On the cliffs on both sides, black figures flashed rapidly, like huge black bats, and their target was also the temple in front. Their movements are swift and weird, they move in four dimensions, they have surpassed the limits of human beings, they are a group of vampires.

The boat stopped at the edge of the lake first, and in the dimness, the blue-black water of the lake gently lapped the black gravel on the shore, and the white snow powder was still falling, and the temple seemed to be as quiet as a huge tomb.

The man in black sniffed. He took off the cloak from his head, short blond hair, silver-white skin, twinkling with starlight, and a pair of eyes turned a strange golden in the darkness.

He took out a piece of golden cloth, on which the temple was painted. He whispered softly: "The Temple of Light on the edge of darkness is so deeply hidden. ”

He jumped up, the tail of the boat was raised high, and his body flew in a strange arc in the wind and snow, or flashed, flipped over, and stood coldly on the riverbank.

The metal writing on the entire temple seemed to glow a faint red. The massive temple seemed to glow with a dim red glow.

A stream of incense blew from the temple. The huge black cloak of the blonde man was curled, and the cloak was removed from him and flipped behind him.

The blonde man also wore a black leather trench coat with gold thread inlaid at the collar, and on his left chest, there was a gold-colored badge, or a totem, or a family mark. In the dark, it is faintly difficult to see.

He walked towards the temple step by step, his eyes looking around the temple's surroundings.

Finally, their eyes rested on the two statues of the patron saints in front of the temple.

These two sculptures were the protectors of the demon gods, who later converted to Buddhism.

Most temples don't use them as protectors, but this one is the temple.

The Temple of Light at the end of darkness.

They have hideous faces, wide eyes and fangs, and the wicked have no mercy.

On the distant mountain, the man in black quickly left the stone wall, and they quickly gathered behind the man in black in front of the temple.

Everyone was wearing a long black trench coat, and each of them had a gold-colored badge on his left chest, and the night was very dark and dark, and the misty golden light could not be seen.

Behind the blonde man, there were more than fifty people at this time.

The blonde man commanded, "Open the door." ”

Two men in black walked forward. The leather-gloved hand had just touched the cyan bronze door.

A bell rang out from inside the temple.

The snowflakes on the two huge patronus statues suddenly all spread out and fell. The white snowflakes turn into a sky full of snow butterflies the moment they fall to the ground. They quickly converged in front of the bronze gate, turning into a massive barrier.

The first two men in black were wrapped in snow butterflies, and in a moment their bodies began to solidify, and all the snow butterflies gathered together, and they were soon wrapped in thick ice.

The black leather cloak of the blond man was detached from him, and it flew up, cracked, and turned into countless black bats, flying towards the snow butterflies.

A strange black flash lit up in his hand, and the flash quickly expanded, and when the black bats approached the snow butterflies, their bodies cracked, and they all turned into black flashes. The black glitter turns all the snow butterflies into toner. Gone with the wind.

In a moment, the snow butterflies outside the temple were nowhere to be seen.

At this time, another bell rang from inside the temple.

The wind around stopped fluttering. I don't know if it was in the distant air, or in the blue water of the lake, or in the depths of the temple, a whispering spell floated.

The blonde man clenched his fists, and he felt an even stronger murderous aura around him.

The snow powder that fell around turned into a light mist. The fog is getting thicker. All the men in black looked around, and a stronger danger was constantly approaching.

The stones scattered around the temple shook violently and began to crack rapidly. There was a roar from the cracks, mixed with the domineering spirit of a lion, bursts of fishy smell, and bursts of murderous aura quickly converged.

These men in black are ready for a fight. In their hands they all held daggers, daggers, and boomerang with a blue glow.

Huge rocks burst around them. Blue-and-white figures leaped out of those rocks one after another. Run wild in the white mist.

The men in black scattered in all directions, and the white shadows quickly chased after these men in black, roaring, roaring, huge pounces, and the men in black were quickly surrounded.

The two giant statues of the Patronus also began to crumble. Soon, two white rays of light flew out of the crack, striking the blond-haired man's body.

The blond-haired figure was quick, like a black lightning bolt, and with a grip of both hands, the two white figures were thrown away heavily. Two figures rolled down the walls of the temple, and two figures fell on the snow. It's actually two huge white Tibetan mastiffs,

The two huge Tibetan mastiffs were even more frenzied, and as soon as their bodies pressed to the ground, they quickly pounced. The figures are fleeting, like thunder and lightning. The fangs, sharp as a sword, greeted him. Soon the blonde man will be bitten on both shoulders.

The blond-haired man jumped up, his figure flashed at a very fast speed, his body flipped towards the temple, easily avoiding the two thunderous blows, his body writhed strangely in the air, and the trend of flying to the top stopped instantly, changing into a swoop down,

Before the two Tibetan mastiffs could recover, he quickly grabbed the tails of the two Tibetan mastiffs, roared wildly, and threw the two huge figures out. The huge traction drove the Tibetan mastiff into the cornices at the top of the temple.

Click, two loud clicks. The cornices and the two Tibetan mastiffs were reduced to pieces.

Blood splattered.

Over there, dozens of huge snow-white Tibetan mastiffs. Chasing all the men in black, the men in black scuffled with the Tibetan mastiff, but the battle was soon over.

Except for the two men in black who were torn to pieces by these Tibetan mastiffs.

The rest of the Tibetan mastiffs were torn apart by these men in black. Torn to shreds.

The blond man came to the huge gate of the temple, and he just pushed forward with both hands, and the huge cyan bronze door made a sound of golden thunder. A golden-red light pierced through the crack first. Hit the blonde's silver-white face.

The door slowly opened inward, and a hot air inside spread out like the glow of the sun at dusk, and the cold wind outside the house also rushed in with these black-clothed people, and inside the temple was the general decoration of Tibetan Buddhism. On both sides are gorgeous murals that have not yet been completed, and the layers of painting have been carried out for I don't know how many years.

At this point, all the men in black stopped.

Inside the scripture hall, the incense burns misty, changing color in the golden space.

A group of lamas in fuchsia robes sat calmly cross-legged. Motionless, the Tibetan incense was solemn mixed with a heavier smell of blood. There is no longer a trace of living life here.

The temperature here seems to be very high, and on the top golden futon, an old lama with a white beard faces everyone, and a bleak smile is left on his lips.

The blond man stopped, a black stone ring in his hand slicing a green glow. It's light.

The huge bronze door behind it closed silently.

The blonde man uttered a word, his voice calm and calm, "Look what's wrong with these people." ”

The man in black began to examine the lamas dressed in purple.

These purple-robed lamas were all pale and lime-faced, with deep bloody holes in their throats.

A man in black approached the old lama in a fuchsia robe at the top. He found a silver rose in the lama's hand.

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