"That's fine," the old man in black robe nodded, then looked at Young Master Xuan, "Young Master seems to think highly of this boy?"

Mr. Xuan smiled and said: "I need a handsome servant who can serve tea and pour water, and this boy is just right."

The black-robed ancestor said nothing more.

Instead, Mr. Xuan looked at Shen Qingsheng in the black-robed old man's hand and asked, "Where is this boy from the Shen family? Do you want to take him with you too?"

The old man in black robe nodded: "The Shen family will not give up and keep it as a bargaining chip."

"That's right." Mr. Xuan nodded.

"It's getting late, let's go."

"Well," Mr. Xuan nodded, then said with a slightly solemn face, half-smiling, "After going through many difficulties and dangers, we have finally reached this point. I hope the second elder and the third prince will not disappoint me."

The old man in black robe did not answer and walked at the front.

The Demon Sect leader also followed him and walked deeper into the temple.

Mr. Xuan walked at the end with Mo Hua, Mr. Hui and Shitou, the three "puppets" who were possessed by the Taoist heart.

The steps of the temple are wide and long, like a dragon covered with golden scales, winding all the way to the top, leading to the highest point, the most majestic and luxurious hall at the top of the golden pavilion with many silver platforms.

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Along the way, you will see carved beams and painted buildings, golden buildings and jade buildings, all so beautiful that you will be dazzled by them.

Mo Hua walked on the steps, as if he were a humble "pilgrim" going to meet the powerful gods. He couldn't help but complain silently in his heart:

"You Huangshanjun, you are so corrupt..."

But he didn't dare to look too much. Instead, he tried to stay as dumb as possible, like a wooden man, walking up one step at a time.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a square appeared in front of me.

The square is huge, made of Ming Dynasty chalcopyrite, and is brilliant with golden light.

The square is also densely packed with countless kneeling bronze figures.

These bronze figures were men, women, old and young. Most of them were in ragged clothes and had sad faces. At this time, all of them were kneeling on the ground devoutly, praying to the temple high on the mountain.

It was obviously a solemn and sacred scene, but the old man in black robe felt a little creepy for no reason.

Because this golden hall is condensed with extremely strong Yin Qi.

It seems like a whole sea of ​​evil, which makes people shudder.

The old man in black robe stopped, turned to look at Second Master Hui, and asked Mr. Xuan, "How high has your Tao Heart Demon cultivation reached?"

Mr. Xuan understood what the black-robed old man meant and said:

"The junior's attainments are still shallow. People who are possessed by demons cannot use martial arts and Taoist techniques, and can only control some instinctive physical skills. However, if you ask him, he can answer that he can also do some basic things.

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The old man in black robe said: "Let him take out the Maoshan jade and measure the evil spirit."

"Yes," Mr. Xuan nodded, and then gave the order to Mr. Hui, "Take the Maoshan jade."

As expected, Second Master Hui took out the jade pendant from the storage bag.

On the jade pendant, a dark green light shines.

This light is deeper than before, even so deep that it turns black.

Master Xuan asked, "What does this mean?"

Second Master Hui said numbly: "This is... a sign of great evil, and the resentment is overwhelming."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere became solemn and everyone's expressions darkened.

Mo Hua also nodded secretly.

It is indeed a sign of great gloom.

He could see with his own eyes now that on the golden square where thousands of bronze men were kneeling, countless ghosts and ghosts were roaring and roaring, and the crowd was like a black crowd, just like soldiers pressing down on the city, and dark clouds pressing overhead, it was very shocking.

It's a pity that Mr. Xuan and others can't see this scene.

The old man in black robe frowned in thought and said slowly:

"This is the temple, and it is also the tomb of my emperor in the wilderness. The gods need people to worship, and I, the descendant of the emperor in the wilderness, also need people to kowtow."

"These bronze statues in front of me are made from living people. They are worshiping both gods and descendants of the emperor. From birth to death, they knelt down and worshiped."

"While alive, they were slaves of the imperial power. After death, they will turn into sinister ghosts to guard the imperial tomb and temple."

"Therefore, this place of worship is a holy place for the dead and is forbidden to the living."

Mr. Xuan's eyes were stern and he asked: "How to break the situation?"

The old man in black robe shook his head slightly.

Mr. Xuan said strangely: "This is your Dahuang inheritance, right? It should be written by the Dahuang clan, and the second elder doesn't know about it?"

The black-robed old man's turbid eyes trembled slightly, and for a moment he revealed a fierce murderous intention, "The person who arranged the plan is the traitor of our Great Wilderness. He... stole the inheritance of my Great Wilderness, and deserves death..."

The ink painting on the side was startled when he heard this.

Traitor of the wilderness?

Who is he talking about...?

Mr. Xuan didn't care much about the traitors in Dahuang. He only cared about whether he could get to the temple.

"Is there no other way?"

The old man in black robe pondered for a moment and said: "I have something, which is a relic of the Great Wilderness. It is called the 'Shen Mist Lamp'. It can cover up the traces of spiritual consciousness and avoid evil spirits."

"but……"

The old man in black robes looked into the distance, "But the dojo is too big, there are clouds of evil things, and the passage is too long. This 'divine mist lamp' alone may not be able to survive."

Mr. Xuan said: "How about lighting a personal lamp?"

The black-robed ancestor thought for a moment and nodded: "That's all."

Mr. Xuan ordered Mr. Hui to take out his golden hoop.

The old man in black robe shook a few times, and a cold evil force was injected into Shen Qingsheng's meridians, stimulating him to wake up, and then put the golden hoop on Shen Qingsheng's head.

The familiar feeling came back. Shen Qingsheng's face instantly turned pale and he said in horror: "No, I will die..."

The old man in black robe used blood-colored spiritual power to seal Shen Qingsheng's mouth and nose, preventing him from shouting.

Then he silently recited a mysterious and simple wild language for a while, and lit the divine mist lamp.

A light was lit, and the mist filled the air, shrouding everyone in it, and covering everyone's breath.

Mo Hua sensed the fog around him, thought about it for a moment, and finally understood.

This divine mist lamp is engraved with a divine mist formation. Once activated, it can turn into mist and confuse the perception of the spirit.

Evil and evil ghosts are also objects of "spiritual thoughts", so they will naturally be confused by this divine mist lamp.

Mo Hua was a little surprised.

This divine mist lamp can actually be integrated into the divine mist array. It is a unique craftsmanship, and I am afraid that it also uses the ancient weapon refining method of the Great Wilderness lineage.

Dahuang’s inheritance is truly extraordinary.

Under the cover of the sacred mist lamp, everyone walked in the dojo.

Surrounded by impregnated bronze figures, with a dark cloud-like gloom above his head, everything was fine for the moment.

But as they walked, some obviously powerful ghosts noticed something unusual and peeked into the mist of the Shenwu lamp.

The old man in black robe glanced at Mr. Xuan.

Mr. Xuan understood and immediately imitated Mr. Hui and lit the "human lamp" above Shen Qingsheng's head.

Shen Qingsheng's sea of ​​consciousness began to be burned bit by bit again.

His spiritual thoughts turned into smoke and filled the sky, attracting these ghosts aside.

Mr. Xuan and others breathed a sigh of relief.

In this way, everyone kept moving forward under the cover of the divine mist lamp and the human lamp.

Shen Qingsheng was regarded as a "candle" and burned all the way.

But Shen Qingsheng's spiritual consciousness is not strong after all. He lit it once before, and this time it has gradually dried up.

Shen Qingsheng's head felt more like a thousand needles pricking him.

Not long after, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

Mr. Xuan took a breath, rolled his eyelids, shook his head and said, "It's almost dry. If I drink more, I'm afraid the person will be dead."

Shen Qingsheng is still useful, and the old man in black robe doesn't want him to die now.

As soon as the lamp goes out, the yin energy becomes heavier and heavier.

It seems that there is no longer any bait, and there are powerful ghosts coming to peer into their mist.
To be continued...