Saying this, the confusion in Fang Ling's heart was even greater, what a wise person he was, Zhang Xiaosheng was so narrow-minded, if he was really good-boned, if he wanted to be accepted as a disciple by Han Juzheng, he would inevitably sneer along the way, but in addition to his contemptuous attitude has not changed, he has not been ridiculed.

Fang Ling quickly thought about it, although things were moving in the direction he had set, and there was no mistake in every chess move, but the facts that appeared were not the case, and he always felt that he smelled a little bit of conspiracy.

The avenue is empty, the sunset is setting towards the mountain, the summer heat is gradually dissipating, ushering in a cool breeze, faintly implying a murderous intention.

Fang Ling stared at Zhang Xiaosheng's back, his eyes fell on the knife on his waist and the black bag containing the soul-sucking gourd, Zhang Xiaosheng was absolutely defenseless at this time.

If it was an ordinary Qi Melting Realm master, Fang Ling was confident that he could solve the battle as quickly as possible, and even inflict a heavy blow on him with a single sword.

However, at this time, he did not carry a knife, only a dagger, and if he wanted to give him a heavy blow, it meant that the soul sucking gourd was still in his hands, and if he wanted to capture the soul sucking gourd first, then he could not give it a heavy blow.

After thinking about it, Fang Ling decided to wait and see what happened, he couldn't say that he could get a tiger in the tiger's den, and when he didn't know which direction the situation would develop, he could only respond to all changes with the same.

When he came to his destination, Fang Ling was secretly taken aback, because the place where Zhang Xiaosheng brought him was actually the Heavenly Prayer Tower!

Different from the tower seen from a distance just now, at this time, the Shinto in front of the tower is covered with all kinds of fairy beast sculptures, all of them are the size of a tiger, different shapes, like a living thing, the tower of prayer is so set off in many beast statues, and it suddenly shows a bit of momentum.

Stepping on the stairs to the front of the Prayer Tower, Zhang Xiaosheng pushed the iron door, and with the sound of "click", gusts of yin wind blew from inside, even Fang Ling felt that there was also this creepy feeling.

The hall on the first floor was empty, there was nothing, except for a staircase leading to the second floor at the corner, but the cold and terrible feeling was like a demon with bones, which made people unsettled.

Fang Ling took a deep breath and followed Zhang Xiaosheng inside, his gaze moving rapidly in the tower hall, trying to find out if there was a passage to the underground in the tower.

At the same time, the uneasiness was getting stronger and stronger, although he had long wanted to explore this prayer tower, but he had never thought of using it in this way.

Could it be that Han Juzheng knew about his disciple's death and suspected himself? Or was his identity known to Fang Zongao.

However, Fang Ling knew that when he saw Han Juzheng, he would definitely be able to know the reason.

Coming to the seventh floor, Fang Ling saw Han Juzheng, at this time Han Juzheng was facing away from him, looking at the center of the tower hall, in the center of the place, there is a huge copper tripod, this copper tripod is three or four meters high, two or three meters long, and the whole body is carved with a simple animal face pattern.

Under the roof, the blazing flames were boiling and burning, making the temperature in the whole room feel like noon.