Circling downwards, except for the few feet in front of it which were filled with dirt, there were actually rock steps below. They were wiped and cleaned until they were almost spotless, and even the traces of filing and chiseling over time were still clearly visible.
I originally thought this place was cold, damp and weird, but it didn't exist at all.
The air is fresh and smells like sandalwood.
Wu Qianping, who was rushing ahead, slowed down unconsciously. What kind of strange situation is this?
Why is it completely inconsistent with the style of painting he imagined? It is also inconsistent with the brutal method of blood-sacrificing villagers to make zombies alive, and driving skeletal monsters and ghosts to block the cruel evil that leads to a life-and-death struggle.
"Be careful! Keep the shrine clean and bright!"
Wu Qianping sent a message to remind his companions behind him that he had an official treasure to protect him, but he was unexpectedly attacked by evil creatures using incense magic.
Zhang Wenfeng saw the brilliance flashing on Fu and Yun's body. He silently activated the "Aoki Wave Technique" to the maximum. With a flash of inspiration, he could see eight Chinese characters in seal script with golden light flowing on the empty ancient volume in the sea of consciousness.
The sound of reciting mysterious scriptures sounded, vaguely echoing in the sea of consciousness. If the tide ebbs and flows, it disappears and becomes inaudible in an instant, and his heart suddenly calms down.
Without a magic weapon to protect him, he thought of this method instead.
Following the cautious footsteps ahead, he stepped more than ten feet underground and arrived at the lair of the evil cult.
This is an underground temple building decorated with simple animal patterns, which is different from today's style.
The stone lintel plaque, which is about ten feet long, is brown and black in color, with several bright yellow and strange characters carved on it.
There is not much space inside the temple, and it is almost clear to see from the outside.
Above the altar in the center, sits a stone statue that was broken and then pieced together and repaired. It is broken in many places. It must be that all the fragments were not found. Especially the left eye is broken, leaving a black cracked hole. , making the entire majestic stone statue look a bit ferocious and scary.
On both sides of the temple, there are two large brass vats with complex patterns, and brass lamps are lit on the stone walls.
What is particularly eye-catching are the stacks of copper coins and silver ingots placed on the ground, which are dazzling under the light.
Directly in front of the stone statue on the altar, a man wearing a dark yellow robe and a strange bun was sitting cross-legged. His back was to the crowd and he was facing a dark copper cauldron that was as tall as a person.
The elegant scent of incense wafts out from the gap in the lid of the dark copper-colored cauldron.
The man ignored the arrival of the four people, and Da Jicheng just sat like that. He only said "Here you come", a greeting full of echoes, as if he was meeting old acquaintances whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
They actually took action without meeting each other, which was weird in every aspect.
"Jinnishan Temple."
Yun Qiuhe, a woman who likes to learn a little bit about everything, half-blinded and half-guessed the strange characters on the plaque. The three people who conveyed the message said: "This is a southern country called 'Fan' that was destroyed by our Da'an Dynasty more than five hundred years ago." According to the official text of Chao, this underground temple was probably built secretly by the remnants of the Ban Dynasty."
After the destruction of the Fan Dynasty, the Taoists carried out a large-scale campaign to destroy mountains and temples, clearing out all kinds of temples and shrines that did not belong to Taoism in the territory, and establishing the status of Taoism.
Wu Qianping knew what he was doing, and suddenly shouted at the man whose back was turned to everyone: "The remnants of this dynasty will be captured without hesitation!"
These words are a pretense that means he knows the other party's details and attracts the other party's attention.
Wu Qianping slashed the man's back with his sword without mercy. He checked and found out that the man had tremendous magic power in his body, which was being greatly suppressed at this time.
The second mountain talisman that suppresses the temple's "mountain" seal is being worn away at an extremely fast rate.
He didn't dare to waste too much time. Even if he couldn't figure out the other party's intentions, now that he had found the evil's lair and confronted him, he was so polite. Of course, he had to strike first!
Whether the other party is pretending to be sophisticated or has other motives, it is impossible to be kind.
Rather than letting the evil thing break out and face it again, it is better to fight while the opponent is being suppressed.
Fu Gujing and Yun Qiuhe followed suit and drew their swords.
Before they even stepped into the threshold of this underground temple, three rays of sword light turned into a majestic sword, slashing through the air at the man who was facing away from them and unable to move, as well as the dark copper cauldron and the repaired statue on the altar. .
A sword wielded with all his strength caused the air in this small world to freeze.
Guan Bao prevailed and used the formation to connect Qi, allowing the three of them to join forces to strike a sword, which was far beyond the strength that could be achieved in the Yuan Qi realm, and the power was extraordinary.
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"How dare you use your trivial skills to embarrass yourself!"
The voice carried a hint of contempt and disdain, and a dark yellow light shot out from the remaining right eye of the stone statue. If a rope without substance swayed, it turned into an endless circle of large and small shadows, facing the domineering attack from outside the door. sword.
Seeing the opponent's strange tactics, Wu Ganping struck down with his sword to the end and shouted: "Cut!"
The remaining strength he had reserved spurted out.
Zhang Wenfeng recited the first chapter of "Tao Te Ching" silently in his heart. His heart was obviously very frightened, but his mood was calm.
He was at the back and did not attack. He had no means to attack the men and stone statues in the temple, so he chose to protect the three of them.
This underground mountain temple is full of weirdness and weirdness.
In fact, he didn't want to get in at all. He always stayed away from things that he was not sure of.
He watched helplessly as the sword light and the dark yellow light driven by the evil object collided in the sky behind the man. With a few "chichi" sounds, those dark yellow lights turned out to be superficial and vulnerable.
The sword light effortlessly cuts through the layers of rope light and shadow.
The light inside the temple shines brightly, like daylight outside, and all objects are clearly visible.
"Bang... bang... click", the sword light struck the repaired stone statue high up on the altar first.
It split in two, and the ugly and ferocious stone statue collapsed on both sides. Then the sword light hit the dark copper cauldron at the height of a person, making a series of friction and harsh sounds, which were also accompanied by shrill screams. There seemed to be something hidden inside the cauldron. , drowned in the harsh sound, the sword light finally struck the back of the still sitting figure.
An unreserved blow cut the man to pieces.
"Boom", the remaining sword light fell on the flat rock ground, creating a deep mark and surging with great force.
Everything was arranged neatly, like silver ingots, copper coins arranged in some kind of formation, and shattered gravel thrown into the air.
Some of the projectiles were embedded in the roof and the stone walls on both sides. They were as dense as raindrops, making a fierce sound, and then fell downwards.
The small mountain temple was almost overturned.
Four brass water tanks rolled to the ground, and silver ingots, copper coins, and gravel splashed down, making a clanging sound.
Dark yellow mist like water poured out from the copper vat that rolled to the ground. The mist dispersed and covered the dusty mountain temple with clouds and mist, making it look like a misty fairyland.
"This is……"
Wu Qianping dropped his sword, and he was stunned when he saw the result in front of him.
The stone statue of the mountain god was completely shattered, the cauldron was split into two halves, and the man was beyond death.
Why does he feel so ridiculous?
Xiewu's brain didn't look like he was sick. He couldn't be seeking death like this. The mountain-shaped seal had not been lifted, which made him feel relieved.
"Something's wrong. We seem to be being used by that evil thing?"
Fu Gujing muttered.
The dark yellow mist inside the mountain temple became thicker and thicker, hovering but not spilling over the doorway, almost completely covering the scene inside, which looked extremely strange.
Yun Qiuhe stared at the sticky yellow mist, and she suddenly said: "These are incense. Different from today's incense, they should be the remnants of the incense from the past dynasty... We seem to have helped it unlock some kind of restriction." .”
The three people suddenly woke up, and then their hearts were shocked.
How many years did it take to accumulate so much incense power that is about to materialize?
It would definitely not be possible for such a small number of people from Banni Village to complete it in hundreds of years.
"Haha, thank you all for your help in helping me break the shackles of this body. It feels so comfortable."
The voice sounded full of joy, and the yellow mist was circling faster. It was obvious that the evil thing was absorbing the power of the incense and had no intention of hiding it.
Wu Qianping's palms holding Yuzhang were dripping with sweat.
From the beginning to the end, the few of them were toyed with by the evil things in this temple.
That guy has a far-reaching layout, a line of grass and snakes, stretching for thousands of miles, which is beyond their reach.
What is it about the ancient tree sprites, theft of private and official silver, and blood sacrifices to the villagers to prevent them from exploring this place? Is it all a step-by-step plan to lure them to break the seal and confinement?
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