"Huh, what does that mean?"

Ye Qingyu was puzzled in his heart.

When this fat man was in Hanqiling, he behaved so greedily and feared death, and the attraction of the dark life gate could make him tremble, why is it that now the heaven and earth are overflowing, and when he sees that the eighteen regions are about to turn into a dead domain, he is not afraid of death, and he is still here.

Could it be that he wants to be heroic and righteous, and he can't stay here to be buried?

Or is there some peerless secret treasure in the gray bronze temple that makes him unwilling to give up?

Ye Qingyu was a little unpredictable.

"He is a descendant of the Quasi-Emperor of Xiaofei. On the side, I don't know when I stopped, and the Phoenix Heavenly Maiden, who was close to her, suddenly spoke.

"Ah, laughing at the quasi-emperor?" Ye Qingyu didn't react for the first time, and when his brain turned around, he suddenly opened his mouth wide, this surprise was not trivial: "What......? You mean, this fat man he ......."

Seriously, he was shaken hard.

Then in shock, Ye Qingyu seemed to suddenly realize something, his eyes fell on the tattered hay gourd in the hand of the fat man Sheng Yan, and he couldn't help but think of something.

Legend has it that back then, although the peerless and talented Emperor Xiao Fei successfully entered the Gate of Darkness, he did not come out smoothly. It was only after about a hundred years that his descendants used the secret art of blood sacrifice to summon a broken hay gourd from the Dark Gate.

And in this gourd, there is a drop of the blood of the laughing non-quasi-emperor.

After that, but a thousand years later, it was once again reported that the descendants of the Quasi-Emperor Xiaofei had lost the gourd that carried the blood of the Quasi-Emperor, and the legend of the Quasi-Emperor Xiaofei was terminated with the loss of the gourd, which once made the descendants of the human race sigh for thousands of years.

Ye Qingyu looked at the fat dundun, constantly going back and forth around the figure of the temple, thoughtful.

It seems that the legend is not necessarily true, maybe the hay gourd was not lost at the beginning, but has always been in the hands of the descendants of the Quasi-Emperor, maybe the news of the loss of the gourd was just a disguise deliberately released by the descendants of the Quasi-Emperor in order to protect the gourd from falling into the hands of foreigners?

If this fat man is really the descendant of Emperor Xiaofei, then it is easy to understand why he went to great lengths to enter the Dark Door and venture to these eighteen districts - he must have been looking for Emperor Xiaofei.

After so many years, the descendants of Emperor Zhun still don't believe that their ancestors have fallen, and they still want to find him...... Well, could it be that the descendants of Emperor Quasi have mastered the mystery of the emperor's blood, and what secret has he discovered?

This fat man, holding the legendary hay gourd, came in with all his might, is he looking for the legacy of the ancestor Li Xiaofei?

Anyway, let's take a look.

In the void, Ye Qingyu hesitated slightly, and ran straight towards the gray bronze temple.

The Phoenix Heavenly Maiden did not hesitate, and followed closely behind Ye Qingyu and flew in the direction of the temple.

Soon, two figures fell.

Next to the Grey Bronze Temple.

"Fatty, you...... Is it really a descendant of the Quasi-Emperor?" Ye Qingyu was so close to the temple for the first time, and suddenly felt an extremely sharp killing machine, and his whole body was torn by a strange force, as if he would be annihilated by the killing machine at any time.

Although Ye Qingyu had changed back to his original appearance at this time, the fat man had obviously known Ye Qingyu's identity through his voice and breath, and when he saw Ye Qingyu's true face and breath, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But he didn't care about Ye Qingyu at all, he just gave a look, and then his chubby body took a step, walking quickly around the temple, his mouth constantly opening and closing, and in an extremely strange rhythm and rhyme, he hurriedly sang some kind of mysterious war song.

The rhythm of this war song is simple and monotonous, not a modern prophecy, it sounds very strange, but it contains an extremely ancient atmosphere, like the shallow chanting of gods and demons, and the rhythm crosses the void, as if it is nothing, as if it does not belong to this era.

With the chanting of the war song, an invisible treacherous power slowly emanated from the licorice gourd that looked broken, and this slowly released power contained a trace of extremely majestic supernatural power, which could actually force the surrounding chaotic killing machine to retreat a few meters away.

"Time is not enough, fatty, the coming days are long, don't be rubbing, if there are big changes today, the dead realm is opened, and the dark life gate is about to close, come with us!" Feeling the changes between the surrounding heaven and earth, Ye Qingyu dispelled distracting thoughts and urged again.

Sheng Yan still ignored him.

The bald fat man chanted the battle song with a focused expression, and there were fluctuations in the rhythm, and he entered the licorice gourd, urging the gourd to emit an extremely faint, almost imperceptible blood-colored cloud.

He walked around the Gray Bronze Temple, over and over again, the blood-colored mist continued to sweep through the various areas of the Gray Bronze Temple, and the fat man's eyes followed the blood-colored mist, looking around from time to time to observe, as if he was looking for something.

Ye Qingyu was just about to speak again.

At this moment, suddenly, without warning, there was a majestic voice from the gray bronze temple, as if it had been tempered by tens of thousands of years, and it was extremely ancient and vicissitudes.

"Xiao Yan, retreat, my inheritance has been given to you, retreat quickly......"

The voice was ancient, weak, mysterious, but it had a majesty that could not help but shake the heart, as if it were a god on high, revealing a majesty that even a saint could not imitate and achieve.

Next to the copper wall at the back of the temple.

Ye Qingyu's whole person was sluggish.

A flash of lightning flashed through his mind.

This is......

Could it be......

He didn't dare to imagine.

On the side, the Phoenix Heavenly Maiden, who had always been cold and moody, also showed a shocked gaze.

Not far from them, the fat man Sheng Yan, who kept pacing, suddenly looked startled, and immediately showed a look of great sadness: "No, Ancestor, I won't go, I won't go...... I'm going to get you out......"

Sheng Yan burst into tears.

His steps became faster, and the war song in his mouth sang louder, as if he was burning the source of life, constantly scanning along the outer walls of the temple, and the blood-colored brilliance in the gourd became more and more obvious.

At this time, Ye Qingyu and the Phoenix Heavenly Maiden were still in a huge shock.

At this moment, they instantly guessed the true identity of this voice.

The legendary Laughing Emperor did not fall in the Eighteen Regions.

He's alive.

He's trapped in this Bronze Temple!

Sheng Yan's expression and words have proved all this.

The news was shocking.

More than 4,000 years ago, a generation of Tianjiao, the quasi-emperor of the human race, Li Xiaofei, was still alive!

Ye Qingyu was overjoyed in his heart.

After all, this is a quasi-emperor of the human race, who was almost invincible in the past, if he is still alive, it will definitely be a great joy for the human race that is now in danger.

His gaze fell on the Gray Bronze Temple.

What is the origin of this gray bronze temple, which can trap a quasi-emperor-level powerhouse?

Ye Qingyu was shocked, and looked at the temple in front of him again.

Revealing endless vicissitudes and heaviness, the temple full of the atmosphere of the era of gods and demons does not seem to show any traces of the formation except for the majestic killing machine. And this killing machine, in addition to the four sides of the copper wall, like a living beast relief, seems to be a larger part, faintly revealed from the hall.

Ye Qingyu vaguely felt that this gray bronze temple was like a container that was almost inflated to the point of spewing out, and all that it was filled with was the most primitive and incomparable world-destroying killing machine in the era of gods and demons.

Since even Emperor Xiaofei was trapped in it, what was this fat man doing walking around the temple?

Ye Qingyu looked at the fat man Shengyan who kept circling in a puzzled look.

"He is using a secret method to urge the gourd to find the flaws and weaknesses of the Gray Bronze Temple. The Phoenix Celestial Maiden spoke again.

Lead the way with the blood of the quasi-emperor.

The peerless powerhouses of the Divine Power Dao, their blood has more or less spirituality, and within a certain distance, they can return to the master's body on their own.

The drop of blood in the gourd, at such a close distance from the Quasi-Emperor Xiaofei, even the slightest crack would instantly penetrate the past and return to the Quasi-Emperor's body.

If there is a crack, it means that there is a breakthrough.

The Phoenix Heavenly Maiden had already seen that Sheng Yan used the mysterious war song to urge the blood, just to assist the blood with his own strength, find the flaws in the temple, open the cracks, and rescue the Quasi-Emperor Xiaofei.

Suddenly—

"Found it!"

Sheng Yan, who was located on the left side of the temple, suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

Ye Qingyu and the Phoenix Heavenly Maiden glanced at each other, they were both startled, and hurriedly ran to the rear.

I saw that the tattered licorice gourd in Sheng Yan's hand suddenly had a blood-colored glow, and among them there were bundles of condensed red lasers, which came out quickly, all of which were aimed straight at a certain place on the gray bronze temple.

"That's ......"

Ye Qingyu looked in the direction of the blood-colored laser.

On the bronze wall of the Gray Copper Temple, a sword mark with a very terrifying aura snaked upward, almost touching the top of the copper wall. This sword mark, as well as the giant palm print more than 100 meters high not far away, were all seen by Ye Qingyu when he passed by last time.

At this time, the blood-colored brilliance was facing the middle of the sword mark, above the deepest point of the copper wall.

It seems that the breakthrough that Sheng Yan wants to find, the weakest point on the copper walls on all sides of the Gray Copper Temple, is here.

Ye Qingyu looked at the sword marks winding on the copper wall, and there was a trace of disappointment in his eyes, because if he wanted to transfer the blood in the hay gourd into it, the only way was to pass through the point corresponding to the red laser. But in that dent, with his current eyesight, there was not the slightest crack in it.

At this moment, Sheng Yan in front of the sword mark suddenly roared, and a majestic ancient power emanated from his body, and a faint cyan mist erupted from his body, and the powerful aura spread in all directions......

This fat man...... The strength is so strong?

Before this product, it was really always pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Ye Qingyu was slightly startled.

When he saw this bald fat man in Hanqiling, Ye Qingyu once suspected that he was hiding his strength, but since he could enter the Dark Gate, he was at most a powerhouse at the peak of the Immortal Realm.

And his power in front of him ...... The power fluctuations faintly revealed by this dead fat man were clearly the breath of the sage-

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