Chapter 60 (1/2)

The closer we get to the ancient temple, Jiang Mingyue feels the grandeur of the ancient temple.

Standing in front of the ancient temple, I look up at the top of the ancient temple, but I can't see it at all.

In front of the ancient temple, he seems to be a mole ant. If you look down from above, you can't find his existence.

”How big

Looking up at the ancient temple, Jiang Ming sincerely sighed.

At the same time, his eyes began to look at the ancient temple in front of him.

In front of him is a hundred steps long ladder, each of which is more than ten meters high. There are twelve huge statues on both sides of the stairs. These statues are squatting, sitting, lying, smiling or glaring

”Are these the twelve lords of the devil saint? What a bully

Jiang Ming summoned the flying puppet. He flew up the stairs and looked at the statues of twelve demon kings around him. He could not help feeling.

After flying for a few minutes, Jiang Ming finally came to the gate of the ancient temple.

The gate of the ancient temple is forged from black ore. It is about 100 meters high. At the top of the gate, there is a sharp mouth, fangs, and a ferocious copper head, which makes you feel trembling at a glance. On the Tongtou's tongue, there are three vigorous and powerful characters -- the magic temple.

”I'll go. How can I get in here?”

Jiang Ming walks to the door, caresses the door which is slightly cool and looks at the 100 meter high door. He feels helpless.

The door is painted with the pattern of demons competing for supremacy, but Jiang Ming can't find a way to open the huge black door.

”Just push it away?” Jiang Ming said softly, and then shook his head again and again, ”this 100 meter high iron gate, at least several hundred thousand tons, how can I push it with my current ability?”

”Cut down the door?” Jiang Ming shakes his head again. ”The blood of this sect is as high as hundreds of millions, and its defense is also tens of thousands of thousands. It doesn't even have to estimate the compulsory damage.”

Jiang Ming has been thinking about many ways, but he has never thought of a way to open the door.

When he had no choice but to sit in front of the gate to think, he looked up and saw that the evil spirit surrounding the ancient temple never dissipated. His eyes lit up slightly. He quickly stood up, clapped his hands on the gate, and then turned on all the special effects on the equipment. Then, he was glad to find that the dead breath from the sickle and boots of death was absorbed by the gate Absorbing the stillness, the gate began to tremble.

”Boom ~”

the gate trembled more and more, splashing dust. Soon, the two doors began to move slowly towards the inside, and Jiang Ming also saw the dazzling light through the crack of the door.

When the gate opened a passage for one person to pass through, he dodged and entered.

After entering, the door that had been opened slowly ”boom” and closed tightly again.

Jiang Ming stands on the first floor of the magic temple and looks at it curiously.

The first floor of the magic Temple seems to be like the Jinluan hall, but it is thousands of times larger than the Jinluan hall.

At the front end of the temple, there is a magic chair made of black gold. On both sides of the hall are six tables and chairs made of dark gold wood.

There is a skeleton frame with six heads and twelve arms sitting on the magic chair. There is also a huge Unicorn with evil spirit on its forehead. A pair of bone wings are pulled on both sides of the magic chair. What is frightening is that in the heart of this skeleton, a huge and dark heart emits bursts of black light, constantly beating.

On the twelve tables and chairs, only on the third stool on the left was a corpse of a six winged Eagle beaked lion. The corpse was full of golden light and felt very sacred.