At this time, a layer of gray mist shrouded over the ruins of the Confucian Temple. If it weren't for the barren grass and ruins, it would definitely be like a fairyland on earth.

Fu Bin looked at the ruins of the Confucian Temple in the mist, even if he had a steady personality on weekdays, he couldn't help Yang Tian's long roar: "This time, I, Fu Bin, will definitely break through the wind and waves, and hang on to the clouds and sail into the sea." ”

Yang Ruofeng reminded Fu Bin: "Be quiet, we are here to do something big this time, don't be noticed by others." "Their target is the Confucian Temple Ancestral Hall, the Confucian Temple Ancestral Hall that no one has been able to find.

Even if no one exists everywhere you look, you are still so cautious.

Yang Ruyi looked at Yang Ruofeng, his big eyes flashed and sparkled, as if there were so many little stars, and he almost said "Brother, you are awesome".

Fu Bin found that he was a little out of shape, and hurriedly stopped yelling, and just when he wanted to apologize, he saw Yang Ruofeng and Yang Tian let out a long roar: "This ruin, I'm here." ”

Yang Ruyi covered his face, wanting to pretend that he didn't know Yang Ruofeng, and just reminded others to be quiet, he was still so loud, it was really embarrassing.

Yang Ruofeng was really excited, he didn't care about the Confucian immortal techniques and immortal techniques, his immortal techniques were already enough, and they were all powerful, but there was probably a part of the body of the beep monarch here.

If he can find that part of his body, the Beep-Beep Monarch will not only be able to wake up from his slumber, but also have stronger strength, and at the same time, he can also obtain the rest of the immortal killing formula.

For a long time, the Immortal Killing Recipe he obtained was only a fragment, which could only support his cultivation to the peak of the Jindan Period. The reason why he was able to break through to the Yuan Infant Stage was because of his rich experience, which allowed him to successfully break through.

After breaking through, even if the Beep-Pip Monarch didn't fall into a deep sleep, he had no way to continue to break through, unless he completed the Immortal Killing Technique.

Otherwise, when he was in the Tianhai family, he couldn't break the ban of the beep monarch to ban Jingwei's obsession, and he couldn't give up so easily.

It was when he tried some methods but failed, and was racking his brains to think of other methods, that he suddenly thought that he didn't have the immortal trick behind him, even if he broke the ban of the Beep King, it would be useless.

In addition, there is also a map in the ancestral hall of the Confucian Temple that records the location of the Huo Yuan Bead. That Huo Yuan Zhu is one of the divine objects that can make up for the three souls and seven spirits of his master and come out of the bottom of the Immortal Tears Lake.

Fu Bin said: "Let's enter the ruins, and after entering the ruins, take out the key to the ancestral hall of the Confucian Temple." ”

Yang Ruofeng nodded: "Okay." "Some can't wait.

turned back to Yang Ruyi and said, "Follow me." ”

Yang Ruyi nodded, directly grabbed Yang Ruofeng's arm, and said with a smile: "So that this girl will not be lost." ”

After approaching, before entering the ruins, Yang Ruofeng looked at the humanoid sculpture on the side, the sculpture was in a meditative state, exuding a gray glow in the moonlight.

Yang Ruofeng felt that this sculpture was very unusual, giving him a feeling of being alive, and it was probably a treasure. It doesn't matter if it's a baby or not, it's better to put it away first.

Yang Ruofeng grabbed the sculpture, but saw Fu Bin say anxiously: "Don't move the sculpture!" At the same time, he blocked Yang Ruofeng's hand.

Yang Ruofeng's eyes froze: "What's the matter? Can't this sculpture be touched?" Also, this sculpture has existed here for so many years, and there have been waves of immortal cultivators who have come here to explore, and it is impossible that he is the only one who has discovered the extraordinaryness of the sculpture.

The fact that the sculpture is still here today only shows that there is something wrong with the sculpture and it cannot be touched.

Could it be that this sculpture is the corpse of some Confucian saint or great sage? Even if it is dead, it can be touched by others and will die?

Fu Bin couldn't help but laugh and explained: "Young Master Yang, you must not have checked the information of the ruins of the Confucian Temple before you came! It is not a statue, but a big living person, a powerful immortal cultivator." ”

Yang Ruofeng was taken aback: "Is that a living person?" This statement is very credible.

Fu Bin said: "That's right. Although the ruins of the Confucian Temple are only ruins, they are sacred places in the minds of Confucian immortal cultivators. They allow immortal cultivators to come here to explore and find treasures, which is a big heart, but they can't allow others to destroy this place. So, a strong man was sent to guard the place. As long as the ruins here are not destroyed, this strong man will not make a move. Now that no one dared to destroy this place for many years, this strong man has been meditating here, and after a long time, the wind and the sun have been blowing, and he has no breath to emit out, and gradually it has become the appearance of a sculpture today. ”

There is nothing wrong with this explanation.

Yang Ruofeng said: "Is this strong man very powerful?"

Fu Bin nodded: "It's amazing." There was once a Mahayana immortal cultivator, who was also a famous existence in the entire immortal cultivation world, because he didn't get the treasure in the Confucian temple ruins, he lost his temper and wanted to raze the Confucian temple ruins to the ground, but he was poked to death by this strong man with one finger, well, his soul was scattered. ”

Yang Ruofeng said in his heart: This is really terrible, fortunately Fu Bin just stopped him, otherwise if he touched this strong man, this strong man might poke him indiscriminately.

On his face, he couldn't be cowardly, and chuckled: "No wonder this son thinks this is a living creature, I see, it's really interesting." If it weren't for Brother Fu Bin to stop him, maybe this son would have angered this strong man. ”

Fu Bin was taken aback and exclaimed: "Yang Gongzi has such a strong perception ability, Fu has never heard of it, and someone can feel that this is a living thing." ”

It's not a compliment, it's true.

Many people who have not learned about the ruins of the Confucian Temple in advance will regard this strong man as an ordinary sculpture, even if they are immortal cultivators in the Mahayana period.

Hearing this, Yang Ruofeng put it on: "Well, maybe Brother Fu Bin is a little difficult to understand how this son did it, but real geniuses are like this." ”

Yang Ruyi glanced at him and muttered in a low voice, "You person, can you still have a face?"

Fu Bin: "......" is also very speechless.

After entering the ruins, the group of three did not explore again, this place has been turned over eight hundred times, and it is hell that they can still find good things.

At the beginning, Fu Bin was able to find the body of Yan Hui, a disciple of Kong Sheng, and it could be said that he was lucky.

The three of them didn't notice it, and the strong man who looked like a sculpture at the edge of the ruins opened his eyes and made a voice: "Something interesting." Then he closed his eyes again.

The three of them walked to a relatively secluded place, and Fu Bin said, "It's okay, let's synthesize the key to the ancestral hall of the Confucian Temple here!"

Yang Ruofeng took out the key to open the ancestral hall of the Confucian Temple—half of which was the paperweight snatched from the hands of the Confucian immortal cultivator Kong Desheng.

A paperweight also appeared in Fu Bin's hand.

The two of them carefully spliced it together, and in an instant, the black light on the black paperweight flowed, and the reddish-brown patterns on it bloomed with blood.

In the blink of an eye, the two paperweights merged into one, without a single gap, and the reddish-brown pattern on the paperweight was deeper.

Yang Ruofeng said: "It's done." ”

Fu Bin's eyes were also full of excitement.

Yang Ruyi said: "Next, is this paperweight going to start changing?" ”

The voice did not fall.

There was a dazzling golden glow on the paperweight.

Countless golden words emerged from the paperweight, all of which were the words of some saints.

Flying around the paperweight, it is very colorful, and it is very rotten.

And there are more and more golden words, like a tornado spinning, and it is spinning faster and faster, and this "tornado" is getting bigger and bigger.