When Wang Ping stepped on the suspension bridge, he felt a chill hit him, making him feel a creepy feeling all over his body.

Holding the gourd tightly in his hand, he moved forward step by step, and soon his figure disappeared into the white fog.

When the thick fog enveloped his body, Wang Ping took two more steps forward.

In the white mist, a faint black light lit up on Wang Ping's arm, but he didn't notice it.

Suddenly, a white figure suddenly attacked, Wang Ping hurriedly retreated in fright, and sat on the ground without standing firmly, and when the white figure came to his face, Wang Ping stretched out his hand to block it in front of him, and closed his eyes tightly.

The next moment, he only felt a gust of spring breeze blowing, and the white figure was actually transformed by the white mist, and as soon as it touched him, it turned into two halves, and then mixed into the white mist.

"Scared the hell out of me!" Realizing that he was fine, Wang Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he stood up, he found himself disoriented.

"Am I on Drawbridge Hill? Or have you already crossed the drawbridge? "Wang Ping didn't move, and I was worried that I would go in the wrong direction and fall off the cliff.

"What's going on? Just a few steps? When the white-clothed monk saw Wang Ping disappearing in the thick fog, his face couldn't help but be a little moved.

He had never encountered this situation before, and he couldn't help but be a little worried in his heart, this was going to kill the other party, although he would not be expelled from Lingshan Temple, but it was estimated that he would also be severely punished.

"Wusong, you go and pull him back!" The white-clothed monk didn't dare to take the risk, so he said to Wusong on the side.

"Huh?" Wu Song is obviously a little confused, he has been in twice by himself, and he is afraid that it will be very dangerous to go in again.

Seeing his hesitation, the white-clothed monk waved his hand: "Forget it." ”

The white-clothed monk turned his head to look at the woman beside him, his face was happy, and he immediately said, "Yunqin, why don't you help him and take him out?" ”

"No, I've already practiced the third layer of qi."

"Uh, well, I forgot!" In his memory, this woman has always been a mortal, and the last time she gave her the exercises, how long has it been? It's the third layer of Qi training?

The qualifications are so strong, they are really a fish that has slipped through the net in the cultivation world!

"So what now?" Yunqin asked out loud.

"Resign yourself to fate, what else can I do?" If there was no danger, he would also want to save people, but his cultivation was the highest, and when he stepped on the Heart Demon Bridge, he would immediately suffer.

When Wang Ping groped his way across the bridge, the white fog suddenly dispersed.

"What happened?" The white-clothed monk outside looked at the huge white ball and exclaimed.

The white mist turned into a huge ball, which looked like a giant peach.

Not only him, but even Wu Song and Yun Qin around him were surprised to close their mouths.

"Uncle Shi, do you want to inform the Inner Gate Elder first?" Wusong said with some concern.

Wang Ping has just come, if he dies like this, then he is afraid that it will be over.

"It's over, let's wait!" The white-clothed monk said with a gloomy face.

Looking at the huge ball in front of him, his heart was already half cold.

"Why is this happening? Was it caused by the little monk? Or is it just in time, by coincidence? ”

There was no white mist in front of Wang Ping's eyes, and he clearly saw a huge ancient temple, with four stone statues at the door of the ancient temple, about three zhang high.

He knew these four stone statues, and he had bought sugar men before, and all four of them had them.

The Heavenly King of the Eastern Holding Country: the Southern Growth Heavenly King, the Western Wide-eyed Heavenly King, and the Northern Duowen Heavenly King.

Several Heavenly Kings all looked at Wang Ping below with angry eyes, giving him an inexplicable pressure, and Wang Ping mustered up the courage to pass through the huge stone statue and come to the ancient temple.

"Demon slayer."

Looking up, on the huge plaque, you can see two big golden characters:

Looking up again, the towering ancient temple of demon subjugation is more like a Taoist pagoda, this pagoda has eight corners, as for how many layers, Wang Ping can't see clearly.

Because more than eight floors are wrapped in dense fog, those dense fog formed a whirlpool, and the tower of this ancient temple is in the center of the whirlpool, and those clouds and mist are slowly rotating around the ancient temple.

In the towering whirlpool of clouds, eight thick black iron chains fell diagonally through the clouds, and the iron chains were embroidered with dense golden Sanskrit.

The tight black iron chain was tied to the cliff around the ancient temple, Wang Ping looked at the iron chain, and had a desire to climb up along the iron chain.

In front of the gate of the ancient temple, there were two yellow 'six-character mantra stickers' pasted on the cross, Wang Ping wanted to go further, but there was an invisible force blocking him, and he couldn't move forward for half a minute.

"Don't waste your efforts, a mortal, want to get rid of the Buddhist mantra? Amusing! A hazy and deep voice came from the ancient temple, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"How did you get this white mist to disperse?" A hazy and deep voice rang out again.

Wang Ping was also stunned when he heard this: "I scattered?" Didn't they spread out on their own? ”

"You smell familiar."

"Am I a descendant of my predecessors?" Wang Ping also had a twitch in his brain before he said this, and as soon as he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong, this was not his style of speaking at all.

"Smack...."

Before Wang Ping could remember to change his words, in the dense fog in the sky, a cloud turned into the size of a palm, and slapped firmly on Wang Ping's face, Wang Ping was directly fanned out and fell at the feet of the Four Heavenly Kings.

"Want to die?" The hazy voice exuded a coolness.

The corners of Wang Ping's mouth were oozing blood, and he wanted to cry without tears: "Senior, I don't want to!" ”

Wang Ping got up with swollen cheeks: "I may have inhaled too much white mist." ”

"Huh!" The voice exclaimed: "Ten Thousand Demon Heavenly Book!" It's actually the Book of Ten Thousand Demons that prays for the foam! ”

"Pray for a whim?" Wang Ping was a little puzzled, listening to the other party's words, it seemed that he was the master of the Ten Thousand Demon Heavenly Book, but didn't Feng Wujian say that the Ten Thousand Demon Heavenly Book could not recognize the master?

"Tut-tut, it's really unthinkable, this seat can still see the Ten Thousand Demon Heavenly Book of Prayer!"

Wang Ping is not a fool, listening to the other party's tone, it is obvious that he knows the master of the Ten Thousand Demon Heavenly Book, Wang Ping suppressed the excitement in his heart, and asked calmly: "Do the predecessors know how to recognize the Lord of the Ten Thousand Demon Heavenly Book?" ”

"You want the Book of Ten Thousand Demons to recognize you as Lord?" The hazy voice was also slightly surprised.

"Exactly, I hope my predecessors will tell me."

"Do you have a magic element? If you have it, you can open the Book of Ten Thousand Demons, but you are a mortal bone and a mortal vein, and you can't cultivate if you open it, which is very chicken for you. ”

"Hey..."Wang Ping sighed helplessly, he didn't want to ask what the Demon Yuan was.

Wang Ping didn't know how many times he had heard such words, but he didn't expect this senior to say the same, could it be that mortals really can't cultivate immortals?

"You'd love to get into the practice?" The hazy voice rang out again.

"Yes, but, even the seniors said so...."Wang Ping shook his head helplessly, and he didn't bother to continue.

"Doesn't Taoists often say that the Great Dao is fifty, the Tianyan is forty-nine, and people are one of them, why are you so desperate?"

"Fifty avenues, forty-nine days, one of them? What do you mean by that? Wang Ping didn't understand at all.

That is to say: the way of heaven is not complete, and there is a glimmer of life in everything. Why be so desperate? ”

"Someone told me before that there may be a cultivation method that I need on the Ten Thousand Demon Heavenly Book, since the seniors know the owner of this Ten Thousand Demon Heavenly Book, they must also know something about the Ten Thousand Demon Heavenly Book, can you tell the younger generation, is there such a glimmer of life on this Ten Thousand Demon Heavenly Book?" Wang Ping's posture is very low, after all, he has a request for others.

"I only know its owner, and as for this book, I don't know much about it."

When Wang Ping heard this, he couldn't help but show disappointment.

"But there is a way for you to cultivate, but the process is very dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will be ruined, are you willing to try?"

"Yes!" Wang Ping almost didn't hesitate at all, and directly agreed.

"So decisive? Don't you ask what this solution looks like? What are the consequences? ”

"I entered the immortal path, not for immortality, but for killing someone!" Although Wang Ping said that he would question Wang Hao, he vaguely understood that Wang Hao must be the murderer.

"Immortal Path? Immortals and demons are all cultivators, and what immortals and demons say is just a crime to add. The hazy voice was full of disdain.

"This seat can turn a trace of demonic qi into bone marrow and introduce it into your mortal bones, so that you can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and then refine the spiritual qi into true qi to achieve the purpose of cultivation."

"Is there a downside to this method?"

"If the true qi is not well controlled, it is easy to attract demonic qi, and the demonic qi entering the body is easy to erode the mind, and you will demonize, and as the number of demonic transformations increases, you may go crazy because of mental damage."

"Will it always be like this?"

"Without the blessing of this seat, the demonic qi will naturally gradually disappear with your cultivation, and when you build the foundation, this wisp of demonic qi will naturally disappear."

"Senior, if there is no demonic energy, will I be able to continue cultivating at that time?" Wang Ping could feel that Wang Hao was not simply building a foundation, after all, Feng Wujian was half a step in the Jindan realm, and he couldn't beat Wang Hao.

"After going through the twelve layers of Qi training, all bones and veins have been nourished by the true qi refined by heaven and earth, and they have long been regarded as spiritual roots and spiritual veins."

"That's good." Wang Ping was determined in his heart, as long as he could cultivate, there would be no big problem.

A hazy voice sounded again: "It's just that an acquired spirit body like yours has a different cultivation speed from ordinary people. Cultivation will slow down, after all, your spirit bones are not innate. ”

"This junior can understand, as long as he can practice, the junior can accept it."

"In that case, what can you give to this seat?"

When Wang Ping heard this, his face couldn't help but be stunned, and he lowered his head and thought about it: he didn't seem to have anything to give to the other party, it seemed that he only had the Book of Ten Thousand Demons.

"Do you want the Book of Ten Thousand Demons?" Wang Ping asked in a low voice.

"The things that pray for the foam, this seat still doesn't want it, besides, this seat is trapped here, what's the use of coming?"

"What does that senior want? In addition to this Ten Thousand Demon Heavenly Book, the younger generation does not seem to be worthy of the needs of the seniors. ”

"Can you tear down this temple?"

"Yes!" Wang Ping replied without hesitation.