Chapter 1141 "Knowledge". (Second Update! Please Subscribe!)

After all, the situation with "Yu" is unknown now, but Pink Bride sent "Prisoner" out.

The other party is now alone, and at the same level, they can't stop Sister Li and Yan Minghua.

No matter how many formations and traps the pink bride has set up in the territory, it is the same.

Now, just waiting for confirmation of the restoration of Pink Bride's cultivation base, once the strength of Pink Bride has not recovered above the void, he will let Senior Sister Li and Yan Minghua take action immediately to destroy each other's tombstone, and eliminate Pink Bride first!

As long as the pink bride is out, there will only be one "Yu" left, and it will be much easier to deal with...

Thinking of this, Pei Ling sat in front of the tombstone with her robes lifted, closed her eyes, and waited quietly.

...The geese return to the valley.

"Zhao's Daxian Temple".

The small temple is not big, but it has all internal organs.

Although it can be seen from various traces that this place has experienced vicissitudes everywhere, it seems that it has been built for a long time, but it is spotless, and the windows are clean and tidy.

The curling cigarettes were scattered, and there was a faint murmur of chanting, which made people hold their breath involuntarily and concentrate, feeling awe.

Fu Xuanxu stepped into the temple with a calm expression. He had just passed the threshold when he heard a "bang", and the door behind him slammed shut automatically without wind.

He frowned slightly, and when he looked back, he saw that the pitch-black door was tightly closed without even a gap, and the latch behind the door had already been inserted.

The surrounding area was empty, not far away, stood a screen wall, carved with a statue of a god occupying two-thirds of the area of ​​the screen wall, expelling and suppressing many ghosts and monsters.

In the dim temple, only myself is alone.

Fu Xuanxu was suddenly a little strange. He remembered that he didn't seem to be here alone?

But right now, I can't remember who my companions are...

After thinking for a moment, Fu Xuanxu shook his head, and walked directly towards the screen wall.

As soon as he walked into the screen wall, all the demons on the screen wall came alive, they wriggled, struggled, and hideously... slowly crawled out of the screen wall, and chased in the direction of Fu Xuanxu.

Fu Xuanxu stood in the courtyard and looked around. This is a small courtyard that can be seen at a glance. The floor is paved with blue bricks, and there are flower beds on both sides, and many flowers and trees are planted.

On the ground in the middle, there is a three-legged round tripod, on which stands the cover of the four-season flower pavilion.

Dense sticks of incense sticks are inserted inside, burning blazingly, billowing cigarettes continue to come out, making the entire courtyard look smoky, like a fairyland.

Under the round cauldron, there are ghosts howling and begging for mercy. They are suffering from various punishments, and their blood and internal organs are flowing everywhere.

Fu Xuanxu looked at it for a moment, then walked towards the main room not far away.

The moment he crossed the Yuanding, those ghosts who were suppressed turned into a cold black wind and followed behind him like a shadow.

Soon, Fu Xuanxu walked up the steps in front of the main house, and the ghosts carved on the red pillars on both sides also got out of the pillars as he walked by, and followed closely behind.

"Squeak."

The half-hidden door of the main room was pushed open, revealing a small room.

This room is about the size of the main room of an ordinary farmhouse. Right above it is a square table for placing offerings. shrine.

Inside the shrine, sat a ghost with a blue face, fangs, and red eyes.

Its muscles are knotted, and its breath is so fierce that people dare not look directly at it.

At this time, four plates of melons and fruits, four plates of meat, and a cup of wine were placed on the square table.

Those meaty meats were all raw, never cooked, and gave off an obvious bloody smell.

Even though the incense was burning in the round cauldron behind him, there was also a gold-plated suanni censer on the confession table, with a stick of incense sticking in it, and the strong smell of the incense could not cover up the meaty smell.

Fu Xuanxu frowned slightly, turned his neck, and looked around.

The surrounding temperature dropped suddenly.

Incomparably rich Yin Qi rolled out in the flick of a finger, flooding the entire temple.

Shadows criss-crossed one after another, gradually appearing behind him...

Fu Xuanxu turned his head suddenly, and saw the door was ajar behind him, and through the crack in the door, he could see cigarettes smoking in the cauldron outside, but there was nothing else.

He frowned slightly, then turned around slowly, and continued to look up at the statue above.

At this time, among the beams and pillars above his head, there were densely packed ghosts, piled up like a mountain.

One of them, a fox-like ghost with a hairless body, quietly opened its big mouth full of white sharp teeth, and then its neck seemed to extend endlessly.

With the lowering of the head, the bloody mouth is getting closer and closer to Fu Xuanxu, and when it seems that Fu Xuanxu can be swallowed in one gulp...

boom!

With a loud bang, the ghost was blasted out without any resistance.

Fu Xuanxu raised his head slowly, and looked coldly at the crowded and impenetrable ghost above him. His whole body was full of aura, and he was already at the peak of Nascent Soul.

The ghosts let out shrill and frightening howls one after another, and rushed towards Fu Xuanxu with their fangs and claws.

Fu Xuanxu stood motionless on the spot, without any change in his expression, and immediately cast out a spell...

boom! ! !

The temple, which was still as quiet as death just now, was filled with smoke and dust and trembled in an instant...

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The night was thick as ink.

A pair of qi-death wind lanterns swayed gently with the night wind. The swaying lights illuminated the plaque of "Zhao's Daxian Temple", and shadows moved back and forth like demons and ghosts.

In front of the temple, several clumps of flowers and plants bloom quietly, exuding a pleasant fragrance.

Zhong Kui Yueji and Ning Wuye saw that Fu Xuanxu stepped into the temple first, so they also followed.

Zhong Kui Yueji walked in the door and immediately began to look at the surrounding environment.

But he saw a screen wall in front of him, empty, just a snow-white wall without any carvings.

The door behind him closed at some point, and it was tightly closed.

The sight is clean and tidy, the strong smell of incense billows from behind the screen wall, and there are faint murmurs of bells, like an ancient temple outside the world, clean and peaceful.

Looking at this scene, Zhong Kui Yueji always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something, but after thinking about it for a while, he couldn't recall what happened at all.

Confused, he cautiously walked inside.

Behind the screen wall is a plain and unmarked round tripod, with many incense sticks inside, and thick smoke is constantly rising.

In the darkness, blue and black arms and sharp claws stretched out towards the thorny limbs.

He walked across the courtyard and into the main house.

In the shrine hidden by the bright yellow curtain, the burly and violent statue sat quietly.

On the square table in front of him, the offerings are still fresh, and the long and narrow confession case is old in color, and a gilded suanni stove is placed on it, with green smoke curling up.

The smell of incense can't hide the meaty smell of blood from the offerings.

Zhong Kui Yueji walked forward.

He had just approached the square table when he saw large streams of blood suddenly appearing from the meaty offerings that had been washed clean.

Immediately afterwards, a bloody hand covered in viscera and blood stains suddenly stretched out from it, grabbing the edge of the basin fiercely.

Zhong Kui Yueji frowned, and before he figured out what was going on, arms that were black, highly rotten, and covered with black hair suddenly protruded from the darkness and grabbed his arms. Arms, legs, back...

The moment these arms touched his body, a majestic cold air suddenly poured into his body.

At this time, the bloody hand protruding from the basin suddenly let go of the basin, and instead grabbed Zhong Kuiyueji's throat.

A powerful force forcibly pulled it towards the basin.