After all, the situation on "Yu"'s side is unknown, but the Pink Bride sent "Prisoner" out.

The other party is now alone. Under the same level, he cannot stop Senior Sister Li and Yan Minghua.

No matter how many formations and traps the Pink Bride has arranged in the territory, it will still be the same.

Now, he was just waiting to confirm the recovery of the Pink Bride's cultivation. Once the Pink Bride's strength did not recover, he would ask Senior Sister Li and Yan Minghua to take action immediately, destroy each other's tombstones, and eliminate the Pink Bride first!

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

Thinking of this, Pei Ling lifted up her robe and sat down in front of the tombstone, closed her eyes and waited quietly.

...the wild geese return to the valley.

"Zhao's Daxian Temple".

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

Although it seems from various traces that this place has gone through vicissitudes of life and seems to have been built for a long time, it is spotless, the windows are clean and clean, and it is clean and tidy.

The curls of cigarette smoke dispersed, and the faint sound of chanting sutras could be heard, making people involuntarily hold their breath and concentrate, feeling in awe.

Fu Xuanxu stepped into the temple with a calm expression. As soon as he passed the threshold, he heard a "bang" and the door behind him suddenly closed automatically without wind.

He frowned slightly and looked back, only to see that the dark door was tightly closed without even a gap, and the latch behind the door was already locked.

The surroundings were empty. Not far away, there was a screen wall with a sculptured statue of a god occupying two-thirds of the screen wall. He was expelling and suppressing many demons and monsters.

I was alone in the dark temple.

Fu Xuanxu suddenly felt a little strange. He remembered that he didn't seem to come 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 came to life. They were squirming, struggling, and ferocious... slowly crawling out of the screen wall and chasing in the direction of Fu Xuanxu.

Fu Xuanxu stood in the courtyard and looked around. It was a small courtyard that was clearly visible at a glance. It was paved with blue bricks, with flower beds on both sides, and many flowers, plants and trees planted.

On the ground in the middle, there is a three-legged round tripod, with a pavilion cover of four seasons flowers standing on it.

Densely packed incense sticks were inserted inside, burning brightly, and billowing incense kept coming out, making the entire courtyard look like a fairyland filled with smoke.

Under the round tripod, there is a demon ghost wailing and begging for mercy, suffering various punishments, with blood and internal organs flowing everywhere.

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

The moment he crossed the round tripod, the demons and ghosts that had been suppressed turned into a cold black wind and followed him like a shadow.

Soon, Fu Xuanxu walked up the steps in front of the main house. The ghosts carved on the red pillars on both sides also emerged from the pillars as he walked by, following closely behind.

"Squeak."

The ajar door of the main room was pushed open, revealing a small room.

This room is about the same size as an ordinary farmhouse. There is a square table directly above it for placing offerings. Above the square table is a long table for offering incense and memorial inscriptions. Above it, a bright yellow curtain hides a

shrine.

Inside the shrine, there sat a demon with a green face, fangs, and red eyes.

His muscles were knotted and his aura was so ferocious that no one dared to look directly at him.

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

The fishy meat was all raw, not cooked, and gave off a distinct smell of blood.

Even though the incense was burning brightly in the round tripod behind him, and there was a gilt suanni incense burner placed on the confession table, with a stick of incense inserted in it. The smell of the incense was strong, but it could not cover up the fishy smell.

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

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped sharply.

The extremely rich Yin Qi billowed out at the snap of a finger, flooding the entire temple.

Shadows criss-crossed each other, gradually emerging behind him...

Fu Xuanxu suddenly turned around and saw that the door behind him was ajar. Through the crack in the door, he could see large streams of cigarette smoke coming out of the round cauldron outside, but there was nothing else.

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

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

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

As the head lowered, the bloody mouth was getting closer and closer to Fu Xuanxu, and when it was about to swallow Fu Xuanxu in one gulp...

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the ghost was blown away without any resistance.

Fu Xuanxu slowly raised his head and looked coldly at the crowded and airtight ghosts above. The aura around them was so strong that they were already at the peak of Nascent Soul.

The ghosts let out shrill and terrifying soul screams one after another, and rushed towards Fu Xuanxu with their teeth and claws bared.

Fu Xuanxu stood motionless on the spot, his expression unchanged at all, and he immediately cast a spell...

boom!!!

The temple, which had been quiet just now, was suddenly filled with smoke and dust, and was trembling...

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The night was as thick as ink.

A pair of angry wind lanterns swayed gently with the night wind. The swaying light illuminated the plaque of "Zhao Family Daxian Temple", and the shadows moved back and forth, like a demon or a ghost.

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

Zhongkui Yueji and Ning Wuye saw Fu Xuanxu enter the temple first and followed him in.

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

But I saw an empty screen wall in front of me, just a snow-white wall without any patterns or carvings.

I don't know when the door behind me was closed, and it was closed tightly.

It is clean and tidy upon entering, with the strong smell of incense billowing from behind the screen wall, and the faint murmur of bells. It is like an ancient temple outside the world, clean and peaceful.

Watching this scene, Zhong Kui Yueji felt that she seemed to have forgotten something, but after thinking carefully for a moment, she couldn't recall what was going on.

He was confused and cautiously walked inside.

Behind the screen wall is a plain round cauldron with no lines. There are many incense sticks inside, and thick smoke is rising continuously.

In the darkness, blue-black arms and sharp claws stretched out toward Zhong Kui's spiny limbs.

He crossed the courtyard and entered the main room.

Inside the shrine hidden by bright yellow curtains, a tall and ferocious statue of the god sat quietly.

On the square table in front of him, the offerings were fresh and the long and narrow confession table was old-fashioned in color. A gilt suanni stove was placed on it, with green smoke curling up.

The smell of incense could not hide the bloody smell of the offerings.

Zhongkui walked forward over the thorns.

As soon as he approached the square table, he saw large pools of blood suddenly emerging from the cleanly washed meat offerings.

Immediately afterwards, a bloody hand covered in internal organs and stained with blood suddenly stretched out and firmly grasped the edge of the basin.

Zhong Kui Yueji frowned. Before he could figure out what was going on, an arm covered in black, highly decomposed, and covered with black hair suddenly poked out from the darkness and grabbed his arm.

Arms, legs, lower back...

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

At this time, the bloody hand stretched out from the basin suddenly let go of the basin and grabbed Zhongkui Yueji's throat.
Chapter completed!