In the dark, gloomy temple, the seven figures sat on high chairs, like unattainable gods. The ghostly lights flickered slightly, and the figures of the seven people loomed, indescribably eerie.

And just below the altar, there stood two people like Shura, in the dark environment, their faces were blurred and unrecognizable, and the only thing that was clear was the ink-colored eyes that flowed with a strange brilliance.

Fang Yu held the Nether Sword in his hand, standing proudly in the center of the temple, a pair of ink-colored eyes were cold and ruthless, as if the essence of the gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the heavy darkness and see a qiē hidden in the darkness.

At the moment when the realm of flames was broken open and Fang Yu was busy fleeing for his life, a powerful suction force suddenly enveloped Fang Yu, and Fang Yu didn't even have the slightest chance to resist, so he appeared in this extremely terrifying temple.

It was precisely because of this that the Fire God King would lose his tracking of Fang Yu in an instant.

In fact, this temple is only built with ink-colored spirit stones, and it is quaint and even without any pattern at all, but it is such a place, but it can bring people a kind of horror from the depths of their hearts. Even if you close your eyes, there is still nowhere to escape.

Mo Yu's eyes were full of cold light, and he shouted in a low voice: "Kneel!"

Fang Yu violently shook the Nether Sword in his hand, and a faint black ripple spread, easily shattering Mo Yu's coercion. And Fang Yu's face was cold, and he didn't even frown.

At the same time, on the dome filled with endless darkness, a pair of huge eyes suddenly appeared. The inky eyes looked down on Yiqiē, cold and merciless.

Fang Yu's figure shook slightly, and he slowly raised his head, facing the huge eyes. After an instant, Fang Yu's body shook slightly, and he actually took half a step back, and the Nether Knife in Fang Yu's hand trembled even more at this time, trying his best to get rid of Fang Yu's restraints.

Although he had only met those eyes for a moment, Fang Yu felt as if a thousand years, ten thousand years, or even longer had passed.

Although Fang Yu was now under the influence of the Nether Knife, and his feelings were annihilated by more than ninety percent, this did not mean that Fang Yu was completely controlled by the Nether Knife and had become a cold-blooded and ruthless demon. And when he looked at those eyes, Fang Yu still felt a faint fear from the depths of his soul, and the feelings that belonged to Fang Yu were actually a little more restored. It was precisely because of this that the Nether Sword would struggle even more, almost breaking out of Fang Yu's control.

Last time, when Xibo's body was destroyed and Fang Yu went crazy, the Nether Knife completely controlled Fang Yu's mind, and this time, although Fang Yu's stimulation was not small at all, the Nether Knife's control power against Fang Yu was weakened, and I don't know if it was Fang Yu's strength that had increased, or the unique effect of the chaotic force in his body.

Seeing that Fang Yu didn't mean to give in, although Mo Yu's face remained unchanged, an obvious anger flashed in his ink-colored eyes.

Although this was not a fool's errand, with his strength, he was unable to make Fang Yu succumb, and Mo Yu would inevitably feel that he had lost face in front of the elders.

Just as Mo Yu wanted to make another move, the Great Elder sitting on the main seat suddenly spoke, "You are Fang Yu?"

The Great Elder's voice was very cold, as cold as a sharp knife cutting through his body, which made people feel cold and uncomfortable.

Fang Yu let out a non-trivial "um", it was not friendly, but it was not unfriendly, it was just endless indifference.

The Great Elder didn't mean to worry about Fang Yu, and said lightly, "The High Priest wants to see you, go ahead." The Great Elder paused, and then said lightly: "Chen!"

Ye faced the Great Elder, bowed his head respectfully, and said coldly: "Yes!"

"Take him with you. ”

A gleam flashed in Mo Yu's eyes, but he didn't say anything after all, just stood aside with a numb expression.

Ye took three steps back, then looked at Fang Yu coldly, and said coldly, "Follow me." With that, he walked straight to the gate of the temple.

Fang Yu didn't say a word, and silently followed behind Chen.

Although the gate of the temple was less than a hundred meters in front of the two of them, the further they went, the more they could not see the location of the gate, and even the already dim light was completely extinguished at this time. There was darkness on all sides, endless darkness.

Although he couldn't even see Ye's figure at this time, Fang Yu still followed Ye one step away, and his movements were tacitly like a person.

......

Just after Fang Yu and Ye's figures slowly disappeared into the main hall, a cold voice suddenly sounded, and he said coldly, "Why did Chen take him there?"

The Great Elder said lightly, "Who is it, is there any difference?"

The Third Elder turned his head and looked at the Great Elder coldly, but he didn't answer.

Two seconds later, the Great Elder said coldly, "The holy relic was given to Fang Yu by Chen, and now Chen is taking Fang Yu to see the High Priest, what's wrong?"

The third elder said slowly: "Chen's eyesight is indeed good, and the person who can unlock the seal of the holy relic is only one person for hundreds of millions of years. ”

The Great Elder smiled and said, "Chen, this kid is indeed good. ”

Hearing the words of the Great Elder, Mo Yu's body stiffened slightly. Mo Yu lowered his head without a trace, his eyes flickering with a cold killing intent flickering. Chen, damn Chen!

The Third Elder said lightly: "What should I do with the black charm on Fang Yu's body?"

Fang Yu's ability to unlock the seal on the Nether Sword was of great significance to the Divine Feather Clan, and it would be too wasteful to treat Fang Yu as a black ghost's test subject. If Fang Yu died on the black ghost, wouldn't it be a big oolong?

The Great Elder said lightly, "The High Priest will solve it!"

After the Great Elder said this, all the lights in the temple suddenly went out at once, and there was no light in the huge temple, which couldn't help but make people feel a little panicked.

......

As he walked through the darkness, he suddenly whispered, "No matter what the High Priest asks you to do, you can't refuse, understand?"

Fang Yu said lightly: "Okay!"

"If the High Priest pursues the matter of the Black Ghost, you will push all of them to the Nether Knife. ”

"Good!"

Although the surroundings were filled with endless darkness, and even the night could not see Fang Yu's face clearly, the night still turned around, trying in vain to see Fang Yu's expression. Fang Yu's reaction at this time was too calm, and it was very abnormal.

After walking in the dark for ten minutes, Ye suddenly stopped, and then said respectfully, "High Priest, Fang Yu has brought it." ”

A silver glow suddenly appeared in the darkness, and it had a very psychedelic feeling. The silver glow grew bigger and bigger, and finally, a door full of silver light was formed.

Ye Wei gestured to Fang Yu, and then said respectfully, "Chen retreated." Night took a few steps back and turned to leave.

Looking at that door, Fang Yu unexpectedly gave birth to a feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and the Nether Knife in Fang Yu's hand actually began to rebel again, trembling almost madly.

Fang Yu knew very well that the Nether Knife was longing, longing for what was behind that door.

Fang Yu stood at the door for two seconds, and then walked in firmly. The moment he passed through that light door, Fang Yu actually had a feeling that his whole body had been washed, as if all the negative feelings had been swept away, and his heart was full of peace.

What appeared in front of Fang Yu turned out to be a gorgeous night sky. The dark and pure night sky was adorned with silver stars, and the faint silver glow sprinkled on the complex formations in the void was really indescribably beautiful.

An old man dressed in an ink-colored robe, who was close to antiquity, looked at Fang Yu lightly, although his face was like the bark of an old tree, but the old man's ink-colored eyes were extremely clear and unstained. The old man's eyes were not inferior even to the night sky.

The old man slowly stretched out his hand like a chicken paw and said lightly, "Give it to me!"

The high priest's voice was old, as if it would be ready to breathe at any moment. But in fact, the high priest could still drag this skin that seemed to be about to die, and live for a long, long, long time.

Of course, Fang Yu knew very well what the High Priest wanted, in fact, the Nether Sword was now about to get out of Fang Yu's control.

Fang Yu crossed the Nether Sword and handed the hilt to the High Priest.

The high priest held the long black scepter and walked towards Fang Yu tremblingly. But the eyes of the high priest had been staring at the body of the Nether Knife, and the eyes that were originally calm were also flashing with a strange light at this time, with a somewhat excited look.

The High Priest's withered hand held the Nether Knife, and his seemingly powerless hand was firmly holding the huge battle knife nearly two meters long at this time.

However, at the moment when the Nether Knife left Fang Yu's hand, a black light flashed on the Nether Knife, and in the High Priest's astonished gaze, the Nether Knife turned into its original appearance, and the black knife body was covered with fine cracks.

And all the aura of the Nether Knife also disappeared in an instant, and at this time, it seemed to be no different from the most ordinary weapons.

At this time, Fang Yu's body shook slightly, Fang Yu only felt that the powerful and cold power that had supported him had faded like a tide, and Fang Yu had turned back into himself instead of a slave of the Nether Sword. However, there was only a small amount of chaotic power left in Fang Yu's body, and without the support of the Nether Knife, Fang Yu only felt weak, as if he might faint at any time.

Fang Yu's figure flickered, but he still persevered with superhuman will.

The High Priest muttered, "How can this be?"

Suddenly, a light flashed in the High Priest's eyes, and he violently put away the Xuan Scepter, and then grabbed Fang Yu's wrist like lightning.

The speed of the High Priest was incredible, even if Fang Yu was not injured, he would definitely not be able to escape the High Priest's hand, not to mention that now that the power in Fang Yu's body was empty, he would not be able to dodge.

The High Priest's hand almost shattered Fang Yu's hand bones, and the extremely cold power was circling wildly in Fang Yu's body, and every part of Fang Yu's body was carefully probed by the High Priest.

Fang Yu only felt as if he was in the Ten Thousand Years Mysterious Ice, and his blood, and even his soul, had been completely frozen. That extreme cold made Fang Yu unable to even shiver.

The High Priest's eyes flickered wildly, but he sighed lightly.