Chapter 1700: The Corpse of the Divine Transformation Realm

In the end, among the four, only one named Chen Cheng managed to survive. Looking at the corpses of the other three, Ying Qianhua felt extremely regretful at this moment.

If she had known she would be hit so hard, she would not have brought anyone to Lingquan no matter what.

Now, before reaching Blood Lotus Temple, four of the top ten masters of Qianji Pavilion have already been killed.

"Thank you, Miss. Thank you, Mr. Xiao, for your life-saving grace."

Chen Cheng just woke up and stood up to worship.

Xiao Chen reached out and took out a bottle of Qi-Building Pill from his arms and handed it to Chen Chengdao: "Take this bottle of Qi-Building Pill, it may be of some help to you."

Although Chen Cheng's life was saved, his level dropped to the seventh level of foundation building.

At this moment, Chen Cheng was extremely weak, and even Xiao Chen could not estimate how many dangers there would be on the way to the Blood Lotus Temple.

As for whether he can leave Lingquan alive, it's even harder to say.

This bottle of Qi-Building Pill can only temporarily help him regain some combat power.

"Thank you Mr. Xiao!"

Chen Cheng took the Qi-Building Pill, raised his head, and swallowed the entire bottle.

After a while, Chen Cheng's complexion gradually improved. Xiao Chen then pointed in the direction of Blood Lotus Temple and said, "Let's go."

Along the way, dead corpses of tragic deaths could be seen everywhere, some corpses had even been weathered, and the two mummies in front of the Blood Lotus Temple attracted Xiao Chen's attention.

The clothes and flesh of the two mummies had long since rotted away, leaving only the golden skeletons, still maintaining the same posture as when they died in battle.

Although the two of them have become withered bones at this moment, they still exude a terrifying aura that is much higher than that of the strong ones in the Nascent Soul stage.

The bloody red cloud in the sky emanated from these two withered bones.

"These two people should be strong men above the distraction stage. Unexpectedly, even they died in front of the Blood Lotus Temple."

Xiao Chen frowned and raised his eyes to stare into the deathly silent Blood Lotus Temple.

In the courtyard, there are thousands of huge stone steles, forming a forest of steles with a radius of several miles. Various ancient seal characters are engraved on the stone steles.

Xiao Chen took a closer look and discovered that what was engraved on these thousands of stone tablets turned out to be various cultivation methods passed down from ancient times.

However, these methods are of no use to Xiao Chen. Not to mention the mysterious secrets recorded in the Nine Heavens Mystic Art, even the ancient books in the wooden building in the Qiankun Purple Mansion are far more valuable than this forest of steles.

The inheritance here is much deeper.

"Mr. Xiao, what do those inscriptions say?"

Ying Qianhua asked curiously.

"It is the inheritance of ghost cultivators. However, these methods have their own flaws. Before the distraction period, it is okay. Once the distraction period passes, I am afraid there is a risk of going crazy."

When Xiao Chen said this, he couldn't help but think of the two mummies at the door.

"Is the legend about Blood Lotus Temple true?" Ying Qianhua muttered in a low voice.

"What legend?" Xiao Chen asked with a frown.

"I heard my grandpa say that Blood Lotus Temple was once a Taoist sect, and... it was also a branch of the Witch Ghost Sect, but later, it turned into a purgatory on earth overnight."

"To this day, people in the Taoist sect are still speculating about what incredible thing happened in the Blood Lotus Temple. After all, the original Blood Lotus Temple was not only the top ten in the Taoist sect, but also ranked among the top ten."

"Ordinary forces can't do anything to them."

After hearing what Ying Qianhua said, Xiao Chen became even more confused.

This rumor is absolutely not false, as can be seen from the two mummies at the door.

In the Blood Lotus Temple back then, even the great master in the distraction stage was just a little boy who looked after the gate. How terrifying was his strength?

It is simply impossible for external forces to wipe out such a powerful sect overnight.

"Go take a look at the front."

Xiao Chen said, pointing to the main hall in front of him.

When several people arrived at the entrance of the hall, they were all completely shocked by the scene in front of them.

Above the main hall, thousands of golden skeletons were seen sitting neatly on both sides of the main hall. The aura of each skeleton was no weaker than the two powerful gods at the door.

"Gulu!"

Chen Cheng swallowed hard and said with a trembling voice: "He...they...how did they die?"

Ying Qianhua also shook his head repeatedly with an expression of indifference. This is simply unimaginable.

Thousands of great masters who were above the realm of gods all died in the main hall. Who would dare to believe this?!

Even though the Taoist sect eight hundred years ago was not as talented as it is today, there were still thousands of masters in the realm of gods. The combat power of the Blood Lotus Temple alone was enough to easily destroy a small country.

"It's suicide!"
Chapter completed!