Chapter 375 (1/2)

This group of people not only knew the two pithy formulas from the disciples of cangming hall, but also knew that Ling Henchao, the land God of cangming hall, was trapped in the underground array. If Chen xinglie had not come here at the right time, they would have starved to death in the tomb.

Ling hen Chao's lesson from the past, not long ago, how dare people act rashly?

The whole team, silent.

The scene was a little surprised.

Soon after.

Before Chen xinglie went to the temple hall, it was here that he met the king of blood moon fishing.

Now the king of the blood moon in his cloak is gone, but the forest breath from the temple has not been reduced by half. On the contrary, it is more dignified than before Chen xinglie came to the temple.

There's a problem!

Chen xinglie could not help frowning.

According to the normal situation, after the soul of the king of blood and moon is scattered, the breath in the temple will certainly fade. Why not only does it not fade, but it is more dignified and seems to be more dangerous than before?

This is not right!

Chen xinglie pondered for a moment, but still stepped into the temple square which he had never entered.

Now it's different from the last one.

In any case, there are a large number of land immortals around. In the lower world of martial arts, it can be regarded as an extremely terrifying force, and the safety factor is much larger.

Again.

If Chen xinglie was hesitant, he would be doubted by the land immortals.

Why dare not go forward?

Are you afraid?

Chen Sheng, the most holy man in the world, is so worried. I'm afraid there is something wrong with him!

In addition to that.

Chen xinglie himself thinks that this is the best opportunity to enter the temple to explore. If you don't go, when you don't have this group of land immortals following you, it will be more dangerous than this time.

Go, go!

Chen xinglie strides forward.

The square ground in front of the temple is dark, like a dark lake with no bottom. Now there is no king of blood moon fishing here. There is no ripple on the dark lake. It is like a black mirror that can't reflect light. Walking on it, it's very flat, and nothing happens all the way.

The temple gate, right ahead.

The ancient and simple buildings are generally grand, and this temple dominated by night is no exception.

The height of the gate alone is more than ten Zhang.

Standing at the gate of the temple, you can see that in the main hall inside the temple, there is a ”White House”? Wei An's figure is wearing a long robe with a handsome face and a bun on his head. However, the shape of the bun is not straight up, but slightly tilted backward. It is very different from the male hairstyle popular in the world of martial arts.

This!

It's the night Lord!

In Chen xinglie's memory, there was a picture of traveling with the empress to a dominant temple in the upper world. He knew that the sculpture that could be built in or before the dominating Temple must be the master himself.

Other people have no such qualification except to dominate.

If you build statues in the master temple, you will surely make the master furious. Who can bear the anger of the ancient master?

Of course.

Today, the ancient master has been silent for countless years, and has never appeared in the world. Maybe some people with unique hobbies and evil tastes can do such things, but Chen xinglie can see that the statue of master in the hall must be the ancient master himself.