In Dongtu's memory, Ziqiong Daojun was a highly respected immortal master in the Feiling clan.

In the era of Ziqiong Daojun, this person could be called the first person among the great immortal masters of the Feiling Clan.

At that time, the blood domain was a piece of holy land, and to put it mildly, it was the core of the entire Kunyu Continent.

And the Ziqiong Temple is in the center of the blood domain, and has become a temple for the entire Feiling Clan's immortal cultivators to worship.

It attracts countless immortal cultivators who come to worship.

But then the Ziqiong Temple suddenly disappeared and gradually faded out of people's sight.

After endless years, none of the immortal cultivators on the Kun Yu Continent today knew that there was once a highly respected Ziqiong Dao Monarch.

On the Kunyu Continent, there is also a Ziqiong Temple that is worshiped by all immortal cultivators.

At this moment, the entire outline of Ziqiong Temple was imprinted into Lin Yang's eyes.

This Ziqiong temple is 300 zhang high, and the whole is a magnificent square building.

On both sides of the east side of the Ziqiong Temple, there are dozens of thick stone pillars, each of which is several zhang thick and hundreds of zhang high.

The whole temple is made of a milky white stone, which looks majestic and tall.

Looking towards the corridor below the stone pillar, Lin Yang frowned.

There were a large number of dried corpses standing and sitting, and their faces had different expressions, whether happy, contemplative, contemplative, or meditative.

These dried corpses retain the demeanor of the previous life, and do not have the painful expression before death.

It should be when he comprehended the laws of heaven, and he died unconsciously.

At this moment, the melodious sound of bells rang from the Ziqiong Temple.

"Bell! bell!"

The bell rings melodious and profound, with a sense of the vicissitudes of time, as if returning to the moment when the Ziqiong Temple was worshiped by tens of thousands of people hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Lin Yang flapped his wings behind his back and looked for the bell to go towards the east gate of Ziqiong Temple.

He wondered where the bell came from.

Who's ringing the bell?

The east gate of the Ziqiong Temple is half-hidden, and there is a gap several zhang in size that can be passed.

Lin Yang flew in directly, and after entering the Ziqiong Temple, Lin Yang's body was suspended in mid-air, looking around.

The scene in front of him surprised Lin Yang.

In the main hall of the Ziqiong Temple, there were piles of bones, and the bones were a hundred feet high.

The bones are all humanoid bones, and a rough estimate suggests that there are at least millions of bones here.

Lin Yang was already an immortal cultivator at the moment, and he was also a cultivator in the Dan stage, but he was also a little shocked when he saw such a skeleton.

In addition to the bones, on top of these bones, a blood-red vine grew.

The vines were bright red, as if they were made of blood.

In the branches of the vines, saffron flowers the size of a basin bloom.

This flower is extremely gorgeous, with strip-shaped petals that stretch outwards densely, like blood-colored chrysanthemums.

"Sunset!"

This flower is somewhat similar to the Sunset Flower, but it is several times larger than the Sunset Flower.

At the same time, the color is more vivid than the sunset.

No, this flower is somewhat similar to the sunset flower, but it is certainly not a sunset flower.

A thick blood-colored mist emanated around these spirit flowers, and these blood-colored mist gradually spread around.

The scene here was completely different from the scene in Dongtu's memory, which made Lin Yang puzzled.

What's going on, could it be that he unknowingly entered the illusion?

"That's not right!"

It's definitely not that he has entered the illusion, but that Dongtu should live in the illusion.

What I saw in front of my eyes should really exist.

The sound of this clock was still ringing in his ears, interrupting Lin Yang's thoughts.

Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty...

Listening to the melodious bell, Lin Yang had an extremely bad feeling.

Bulun is in the memory of the red beard, or in the memory of Toto.

The two of them still remember the bells here, and after the bells of seventy-seven and forty-nine ring, a colorful light will appear.

After the colorful light, the memories of the two men were blurred.

There must be something strange about this bell, Lin Yang looked up and looked for the bell.

I saw that in the center of the main hall there was a circular high platform, and the diameter of the high platform was more than 100 zhang.

On the high platform, two thick logs are erected intersecting, and in the middle of the log hangs a huge golden bell.

There was no one next to the bell, and the bell was still ringing.

After Lin Yang looked closely, he found the bell ringer.

I saw a small white monkey, standing on top of a golden wooden stick, as if swinging.

When the golden wooden rod struck the bell, it rang with a bell.

Thirty-five, thirty-six...

Lin Yang flapped the wings behind his back and flew directly towards the little monkey, he had an intuition in his heart, that is, he must not let the bell ring forty-nine times.

If the bell is struck seven seven or forty-nine times, something bad will happen.

And when he was dozens of feet away from the little monkey, suddenly a spatial fluctuation appeared, and three white-robed people appeared.

After a closer look, Lin Yang found that these three people looked like immortal masters of the Flying Spirit Clan, but they actually had a lot of resentment in their bodies, and they also practiced the Ghost Dao Exercises.

Through the soul search of Dongtu, Lin Yang was no stranger to the three people who suddenly appeared.

They were the three envoys who guarded the western, southern, and northern gates.

At this time, the envoy in the middle spoke: "Who is the person who came, who dared to trespass into the Ziqiong Temple without permission. ”

Time is pressing, how can Lin Yang have time to talk nonsense with these people.

He shook his hand, and a golden light flew straight towards the person in the middle, it was the rope that bundled immortals.

Then Lin Yang raised his hand and a green bamboo cane flew out, and the green bamboo cane turned into two, two into four, and four into eight,... In the blink of an eye, hundreds of green bamboo canes flew in the air.

This treasure is the Tianluo staff.

"Impossible!"

At this moment, the white-robed man in the middle let out an angry voice from his mouth.

This person was bound by several golden rays of light, as if it were a zongzi.

And the movement in Lin Yang's hand did not stop, and a red sword hovered above his head.

At the same time, he pointed at the envoy on the left, and spat out a word in his mouth.

The Chixia Sword is a fire-attribute magic weapon, which has a restraint effect on the ghost path, and the spiritual power consumed to urge this sword is limited.

Therefore, Lin Yang manipulated the Chixia Sword to deal with one of the ghost cultivators, and his sword also had a sense of temptation.

The Chixia Sword circled in mid-air and drew an arc, heading straight for the palace envoy.

And the palace envoy on the right saw Lin Yang attack another palace envoy.

The person's body blurred and vanished in place.

Lin Yang had long been paying attention to this person's every move, and at the moment when this person disappeared, Lin Yang's mind moved, only to see the green bamboo cane in mid-air begin to take root and sprout, and in the blink of an eye, a huge cyan ball was formed with Lin Yang as the center.

And that palace envoy and Lin Yang appeared in the sphere at the same time.

Lin Yang smiled at this person, and then his body flew out of the ball directly with a blur.

At this moment, the Chixia Sword slashed directly at the body of the palace envoy, and the body of the palace envoy was split into two.

The next moment, a strange scene appeared.

Instead of spurting blood from this person's body, it turned into two balls of blood.

Then the two bodies of blood came together, revealing the monk's true face again.

This scene made Lin Yang gasp after seeing it.

"Immortal!"

Although the attack power of these ghost path cultivators is weaker, it is not easy to kill the ghost cultivators with ordinary means.

However, Lin Yang was not worried, but manipulated the Huoxia Sword to continue to slash at this palace envoy.

With a disdainful expression on his face, the man spoke, "Your sword is sharp, but it is impossible to kill me with your sword. ”

Lin Yang sneered and said, "Melting Sword Style!"

As soon as Lin Yang's words fell, he saw the Chixia Sword turn into nine phantoms, and at the same time, the sword body was blazing, as if nine fire snakes were heading straight for the palace envoy.

The envoy said, "You don't have a chance!"

After speaking, a red light came straight to Lin Yang's front door, Lin Yang felt a roar in the sea of divine consciousness, and his body flew backwards for more than ten zhang.

Then his body shook, and a golden light appeared outside his body.

A black ghost figure flew out of Lin Yang's body, and then turned into a black qi and submerged into the body of the palace envoy.

"Impossible, how can you, a holy son of the Dan period, break my ghost body?"

After speaking, this person raised his hand and pointed at Lin Yang again.

Lin Yang snorted coldly and said, "Your Excellency, do you think you have a second chance to use your ghost body?"

This person also noticed that the sword just now was extremely powerful at the moment, and it contained a huge fire spiritual power that made his heart tremble.

"No!"

He only had time to spit out a single word, and then he was drowned in flames.

Lin Yang waved at the flame, and the Huoxia Sword flew out of the flames and landed in Lin Yang's hand.

And the place where this man was standing just now was empty, and the temple envoy was in ashes.

After seeing this scene, Lin Yang's heart was a little relieved, with his cultivation, it was impossible to kill three ghost cultivators of the Enlightenment Stage at the same time.

Therefore, Lin Yang adopted various methods of breaking.

At first, he preemptively tied one of the palace envoys with a rope of immortals.

After that, he used the Tianluo staff to trap another envoy, and finally performed the Ruozhu sword technique to kill the last envoy.

The sword melting style he just performed was the seventh style in Ruozhu's swordsmanship, and it was also a very domineering big killing move.

This move is to integrate the spiritual power of the immortal cultivator's major into the Chixia Sword.

Lin Yang's major in the fire system exercises integrates the fire spiritual power in his body into the Chixia Sword, and releases the fire spiritual power with the help of the Chixia Sword.

The power generated in this way will increase exponentially, and although Lin Yang's cultivation is only in the realm of the Dan stage, he has obtained several great opportunities.

The purity of the fire spiritual power in the body is no less than that of an ordinary Yuan Infant Immortal Master.

And under the blessing of the Ruozhu Sword Technique Melting Sword Style, it would be strange if that palace envoy could still survive.