"The shrunken-headed turtle inside pretending to be a ghost, and he still doesn't dare to come out to fight with the Sprinkle family?" At this time, Zu Long's scolding outside rang out again, "Do you want the Sprinkle family to wait for ten or eight years?"

Hearing Zu Long's scolding voice, the old man nodded towards Xuan Wuqi, "You can put on a few more Xiyuan earth puppets now, and go out for me to teach him a good lesson." ”

And at this moment, on the other side, Lin Hang had already arrived in front of the Donglai Temple that Donghou Qingbat said.

In the entire Donglai Temple, there are only a dozen red temples in total, and these temples all look vicissitudes and old, but these dozen or so temples are connected together, and they are actually a hanging temple supported by only a wooden pillar on the cliff!

The blue-gray mountain wall has a total height of more than 60 zhang, this hanging temple is located on the mountain wall of more than 20 zhang high, the upper part does not connect to the sky, the lower does not touch the ground, and there is no mountain road connected with the ground.

Originally, with Lin Hang's cultivation, the height of more than 20 zhang can also be easily climbed, but now, two or three hundred miles away, Lin Hang's time for a few incense sticks has already arrived, he is already desperate, so fast that he can't be faster, when he arrives at the bottom of this hanging temple, the sweat has soaked all the clothes all over his body, and the true yuan of his body has also been exhausted, reaching the limit, it can be said that he is about to stand still, now let alone the height of more than 20 zhang, even if it is only a height of five or six zhang, Lin Hang can no longer climb up.

Seeing that he couldn't enter the temple in front of the temple, Lin Hang, who had always been a little humble and cowardly, and who usually didn't even speak loudly, let out a shocking shout: "Senior Lin Hang, ask to see Zhantai Qingming seniors!"

Lin Hang's shouts came out from afar, even bringing out the echoes of the valley, but there was a dead silence in the entire suspended temple, and there was no sound.

Lin Hang, who was silent and isolated in front of this cliff, was as helpless as a separate withered grass in the cold wind of the wasteland.

"Junior Lin Hang, ask to see Zhantai Qingming seniors!"

But Lin Hang, who couldn't get a response, let out an earth-shattering shout again.

"Who told you to come to Zhantai Qingming?" A quiet voice came from the suspended temple this time.

"It was Donghou Qingba's predecessor who asked me to come. ”

Hearing Lin Hang say this, there was silence in the suspended temple for a moment, and suddenly such a voice came out again, and before the words fell, an iron basket five feet square fell from an iron chain.

Lin Hang stood into this iron basket, and the iron chain went up again, Lin Hang went up to this hanging temple, and saw that the door of the temple was closed, but the quiet voice came out of which temple: "Donghou Qingbat asked you to come to Zhantai Qingming, what is the matter?"

"Donghou Qingbat seniors originally wanted to escort me and one of my junior brothers and the two children of Ji Qishan to Zhaoyao Mountain, but when we encountered the chasing soldiers, Donghou Qingba's seniors left behind to block the enemy, let us come to you, and let you escort us back to Zhaoyao Mountain, but when we came here, we encountered chasing soldiers again, and my senior brother led away that person, I came here because I wanted Zhantai Qingming seniors to help. Lin Hang was still a little stuttering when he was in Shushan, but at this moment, his heart was full of blood and courage, and he didn't have any cowardice at all.

The quiet voice was silent for a while, and just when Lin Hang couldn't bear it anymore, it sounded again, "He can't help this matter, you better think of another way." ”

To have one’s hands tied?

Lin Hang tried his best to get here as fast as possible, because he regarded this as the only hope to save the two children of Xuan Wuqi and Ji Qishan, but when he arrived here, the answer he got was that he couldn't help!

"You are not Zhantai Qingming senior, how do you know that he can't help! You are Zhantai Qingming senior, aren't you!"

For a while, Lin Hang's eyes turned red, and he couldn't help but ask sharply.

"You're right. The quiet voice sighed slightly, "I am indeed what he called Zhantai Qingming, but now I not only have the ability to take you to Zhaoyao Mountain, but I also have the ability to rescue your junior brother." ”

"The Donghou Qingbat seniors asked us to come to you, they must have known that you have the ability to take us to Zhaoyao Mountain! Because thinking that every time he delayed, Xuan Wuqi would be more dangerous, Lin Hang became completely different from usual, and his eyes were red and he asked aggressively.

"Donghou Qingbat has a life-saving grace for me, how can I shirk it, if it was two years earlier, I could still help, but now I really can't help. ”

"Senior, if you feel that you can't save us to Zhaoyao Mountain, you can save my junior brother, maybe the person who is chasing and killing my junior brother is far inferior to you. If my cultivation is a little higher, I will fight with him, but my cultivation is really low, not an opponent, so I beg you here. If you save my brother, I will remember the great grace... ”

"Come in. Hearing Lin Hang's pleading, the dark red door of a temple close to the cliff suddenly opened slowly, and Zhantai Qingming sighed helplessly from inside, "You will know why I said I couldn't help when I came in." ”

"What!"

From the outside, the inconspicuous temple is only a few zhang in radius, and at most it can fit a bed, a set of tables and chairs, and some scattered objects. But as soon as Lin Hang walked into the small temple gate, he was surprised to find that there were at least dozens of zhang in square inside.

In the large space, there is a statue covered with a yellow cloth, which looks like a Buddha statue, with a height of more than ten zhang. In addition to this statue, there were thousands of miscellaneous things piled up in this temple-like room, some like precious stones, some like gold and iron, some like clay, and all kinds of containers of various materials.

In addition to these things, there were five stoves of completely different styles and shapes, and next to the stove, stood a young bald novice.

But what suddenly made Lin Hang fall into a great shock was not these things, but the person in front of the thing covered with yellow cloth, an old man in a wheelchair.

The old man sat in an iron wheelchair, wrapped in a thick blanket. And Lin Hang walked in from the door and saw the old man, just a few breaths, the old man coughed silently twice, and each time he coughed, he coughed up thick blood foam.

From his body, Lin Hang only felt the faint fluctuation of mana and the loss of vitality.

This is a real old man who is in his last years and seriously ill.

After Lin Hang walked in, although the young bald Shami and the old man did not speak, Lin Hang already knew in his heart that this old man was Zhantai Qingming.

Zhantai Qingming is already such an old man!

Lin Hang's face turned dead in an instant.

"When you see my body and cultivation like this, you think that I am not lying to you. The old man wrapped in a thick blanket looked at Lin Hang, whose face was dead, but shook his head and said, "But I said that I can't help it, not because of me, but because this thing is dead." ”

"Even Donghou Qingba, I would never have imagined that this thing of mine is dead. ”

Zhantai Qingming, who was wrapped in a thick blanket, looked at Lin Hang, turned the wheelchair, and slowly ripped off the piece of silk yellow cloth that was covered with something more than ten feet high.

"The guy who pretends to be a ghost inside, if you don't come out again, the Sprinkle family will find a way to drain the mud here, so that the shrunken turtle hiding in this mud will come out and see the sun!"

"What's it called, Xuanyuan's predecessor passed on my spell, and I will naturally teach you a good lesson for him. ”

Zu Long was screaming and scolding, and suddenly, Xuan Wuqi's cold voice came from his ears.

"When he fled here, he was only in the realm of slave swords, why did he suddenly reach the realm of Edgeworth?!"

Before Zu Long could reply, he suddenly saw a sword light breaking out of the magic circle in front of him, and what shocked him was that he could immediately see that this sword light of Xuan Wuqi had reached the realm of the imperial sword. And only then did a terrifying thought pop up in his heart, only to see that the sword light was nowhere to be seen, and the mysterious eclipse was twisted around, but even the light emitted by the four flames of Zulong was swallowed up, and the surrounding area was black.

Seeing this, Zu Long immediately took out the purple glass lamp, and touched the glass lamp, and dozens of burning lines of fire emitted on the glass lamp. This burning line of fire is all condensed fire elements, not light, but suddenly illuminates the surrounding more than ten zhang faintly bright.

"This is the phantom of his spell?"

But in the midst of the shadows, Zu Long suddenly saw that there seemed to be several Xuan Wuqi attacking him from several directions. Zu Long pointed his finger, and among the four flames surrounded by him, which were dark red, vermilion, golden, and white, the dark red flames rushed out at once, hitting one of them.

The flames burst out suddenly, and Xuan Wuqi's body was blown up with yellow light, but it was not blown away, but it was blown backwards.

"It's not an illusion!

At this moment, Zu Long's heart felt a chill, and he reacted instantly, these shadows were mysterious, and they were not illusions, but entities!

At this moment, Zu Long saw that there were more than a dozen more figures around, and this time Zu Long felt that there seemed to be endless mysteries around his body.

And Zu Long's heart was inducted, but he was shocked to find that in addition to feeling the rich earth yuan aura on these Xuan Wuqi's bodies, he couldn't feel which one was the real Xuan Wuqi deity.

"Not good!"

Suddenly, Zu Long's pupils contracted, and he reached out and popped out a flame, and with a pop, a sword light slashed at him silently. This time, Zu Long discovered Xuan Wuqi's flying sword that sneaked up on him, and the light flowers on the sword body were scattered like flowing flames. But this one was distracted, with a "bang", and the back of his head had been punched heavily by a Xiyuan earth puppet, which made his head buzz and spin out like a front flip.