Chapter 1290 The Temple Is Opened, the Demons

Yang Qingxuan stared at Zhong Jie with deep fear in his heart. There was no reason for this fear, it was the innate instinct of a warrior.

"Haha, this is bullshit, let's talk about it if you have the ability to advance to the top 100!"

Fatty Pan stared at Zhong Jie with a mocking look on his face.

Zhong Jie flashed his eyes and stared at him. Fatty Pan's whole body was trembling suddenly, and he couldn't help "deng deng deg" back several steps, endless fear spread in his heart, "You..."

Fortunately, Zhong Jie didn't really intend to do anything, so he looked away instantly, and said coldly: "I like to talk to strong people. As for you, you are not qualified to talk to me yet."

Fatty Pan's face was pale, and when he thought of what Yang Qingxuan said, his heart shook even more.

At this moment, the light on the sky suddenly shifted, and a red light suddenly lit up in one eye of the skeleton bird statue, which gradually became larger.

The powerful red light radiated out, and at the same time, it also projected a phantom image of a hundred-foot-high hall. The pitch-black steeple soared to the sky and the earth, absorbing infinite resentment and demonic energy under the sway, and finally solidified.

The entire abandoned battlefield began to tremble, and the strong demon energy spread to all directions, and the sound of the bell-like demon resounded through the heaven and earth.

The hall is like a demon, its momentum is oppressive, like a huge mountain blocking it.

"Ja Demon Temple!"

Everyone was shocked, staring at the scene in front of them in horror and fiery.

"temple!"

Zhong Jie roared excitedly, laughed and walked away.

Every step you take, resonates with the surrounding frequency, like a part of the broken scene under the setting sun, completely integrated into it.

Yang Qingxuan's complexion changed slightly, and he looked around with piercing eyes.

Under the fiery eyes, Zhong Jie's back kept getting bigger and bigger, and slowly turned into a tall figure with blue scales all over his body, sharp horns on his head, and two bone wings on his back.

The black demonic energy turned into a shadow, attached to Zhong Jie's body, swaying unceasingly, as if he was about to struggle out at any time and slaughter all living beings.

"magic!"

Yang Qingxuan shrank his pupils, retracted his golden eyes, and couldn't restrain his heart, "He turned out to be a member of the demon clan!"

Shocked, Zhong Jie had already stepped inside.

Yang Qingxuan said: "Let's go!"

Pulling Fatty Pan and galloping away.

As soon as Yang Qingxuan left, the remaining warriors suddenly felt the pressure drop suddenly, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Even Gong Shuqing felt relieved for a while, broke out in a cold sweat, and hurried to follow.

Soon, all the warriors in the desert went in, leaving only the twenty two people struggling and crying on the ground, and Gu Lan who was stunned.

The previously high-spirited and domineering disciple of the aristocratic family could only lie on the ground.

In addition to serious injuries, there is also the shattering of a bright future, which made them feel desperate. Some people cried bitterly, went mad, or simply passed out.

As soon as you entered the hall, you immediately felt a dark and depressing atmosphere.

It seems that the entire hall is shrouded in an invisible field energy, making people extremely uncomfortable.

Fatty Pan said: "This is demonic energy! According to legend, demonic energy is a higher-level existence than aura, so the demon clan has been invincible for several ages."

Yang Qingxuan: "No matter how it is not destroyed, it will be destroyed. Let's find Huaqing Hualing and Lance first, and then kill the evil spirits to earn points. Don't worry about other things. I feel that this hall is not simple. If you are not careful, you may be destroyed." Make something happen."

Under the attack of demonic energy, Fatty Pan was also a little scared, and said, "Okay."

The main hall is like a sanctuary, with roads extending in all directions on both sides, leading to the backyard.

But the backyard is vast and boundless, and the buildings are connected together by countless corridors, and it does not know how large the area is.

The two found a few passages at random, and soon lost their way.

Or it can be said that there are no roads in this temple at all, or it can be said that there are roads everywhere, like a corridor like a chess grid, which can lead anywhere.

Fatty Pan's head got dizzy for a while, and he wailed, "This is troublesome, this place is like a maze, how can I find it?"

Yang Qingxuan kept silent, and the two ran into a room full of daily necessities of ordinary demons, engraved with various beautiful patterns, very delicate, it seemed to be a woman's room, but it had already been weathered.

Even a few bonsai have become fossils.

Fatty Pan stared at a bonsai for a while, and said in surprise: "This is a bonsai, a species that has long since disappeared. If it is kept now, it can be exchanged for a Daowen Dan!"

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, seeing that the bonsai was just a piece of dead wood, and it was very unsightly when it was still alive. He didn't expect it to be so valuable.

"It seems that this temple is indeed not simple. The two clans fought for millions of years, and there must have been high-level demons living here for a long time."

Yang Qingxuan glanced around with his golden eyes, and said, "Someone just came in here yesterday."

He pointed to the door and said: "Although the footprints are very slight, they do exist. I walked around the house and went out after finding nothing good. Judging from the size of the feet, it should be a male."

Fatty Pan was shocked and said: "Boss, your spiritual powers are so powerful, then quickly look for the footprints of women, most of them are Huaqing and the others. You must know that among the thousand strong warriors, there are not many women."

Yang Qingxuan smiled wryly and said: "It's so big here, I just finished a fight, and I'm out of breath, so I can't use my real energy for a long time."

Fatty Pan hurriedly took out a few pills and gave them to Yang Qingxuan to swallow.

Among them is a Revolving Dragon Pill.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes lit up, and he said, "Fatty man, keep good things hidden."

Fatty Pan cried and said, "This is Xuanlong Pill, not fried broad beans. Except for Xinggong, no power in the world can eat it as broad beans."

While speaking, Yang Qingxuan had already swallowed all those pills, and was sitting down and circulating his true energy to adjust his breath.

Because the surroundings are surrounded by demon energy, which greatly affects the speed of cultivation.

Yang Qingxuan simply took out the top-quality spirit stone, chewed and ate it while absorbing it.

Only those who cultivate the physical body can play like this.

Fatty Pan stared straight at him.

It didn't take long for Yang Qingxuan's exhausted physical energy to recover seven or eighty-eight, and immediately let out a long roar, his true energy was abnormally abundant, and his cultivation base felt steady and progressing.

Under the siege of twenty-three strong men, the physical body was extremely suppressed, and finally relied on the virtual light of the war halberd to break through the barrier, and the strength of the physical body grew very rapidly.

"Let's go."

With golden lights shining in Yang Qingxuan's eyes, he searched in the temple.

Pairs of footprints on the ground were clearly distinguished in his mind.

Suddenly there was a faint howling sound in front of him, like the low hissing sound when the wind passed through the hole.

At the door of a house, seven or eight demon spirits floated towards the two of them with green fire in their eyes.

"Ghost? Interesting."

Yang Qingxuan stepped forward, clasped the five fingers of his right hand, and the flame expanded with a "teng", Nanming Lihuo sword manifested, and slashed straight away!

"laugh!"

A line of fire was drawn in the air, separating the void.

The eight demon spirits all howled, and were cut off at the waist, and then their bodies continued to fade away, turning into demonic energy between heaven and earth and dissipating.

And one of the demon spirits, after breaking, condensed a black soul stone in its body, which was instantly swallowed by the soul-eating golden demon flying from Yang Qingxuan's shoulder.

"If you get a low-grade soul stone, you get 0.1 points of points."