There was a loud crashing sound from the temple tiles above his head, as if something fell from a high altitude and hit the roof of the temple. This sudden thing hit Jin An, who was startled and subconsciously retreated to the center of the temple.

, picked up all the guys, looked up at the somewhat dim roof of the roof, and waited with cold eyes.

The roof outside the temple was quiet for a while, and then there was the sound of tiles. It was getting closer, it was getting closer, and something was rolling down from the sloping roof.

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The Kunwu Sword was unsheathed, and the roar from the Kunwu Sword echoed in the temple, making people's blood surge.

The sound of rolling roof tiles reached the eaves, and the upper body of a man with disheveled hair hung upside down from the roof, looking at Jin An in the temple with angry eyes.

 …tick…

 …tick…

There was a large amount of blood dripping down the man's arm, the hand holding the sword, the sword's spine with complex patterns, and the tip of the sword, and soon gathered into a large pool at the entrance of the temple.

 This man is dead.

 Died high in the mysterious and dangerous black sky.

Jin An looked at the dead man hanging upside down on the eaves. He didn't know what evil spirit killed this man in the night, but being able to travel in the dark was a sign of confidence and arrogance in his own strength, and he was a master.

 As a result, even such a master who could control the air and fly died in the dark night of the ruins.

 Fortunately, he didn't rush out in a daze just now.

 Chance is important.

 Life is more important.

 It was dark at night, and it was pitch dark outside the temple. The man's body was hanging upside down on the eaves, and the human blood attracted more people's voices outside the temple, lingering and surrounding him.

 Jin An did not touch the body.

 He didn’t want to cause trouble in a dangerous night.

 …

In the dark night, the blood-curdling roar that shook the earth and the mountains continued, shaking the mountains and rivers, and threatening to split the world apart.

In addition, there were all kinds of terrible sounds rising and falling in the darkness, like whispers or desperate cries.

 Among the ruins of the mountains, a soft divine light loomed.

 Like a lone lamp in the abyss.

In the endless darkness of night and the ruins of silence, it is like a candle flickering weakly, as if it will be extinguished at any time.

 There was movement in the darkness.

 There were heavy footsteps walking towards this soft light that seemed to be extinguished at any moment.

The depraved whispers in the dark night, as well as the strange and strange sounds of breaking out of the ground, seemed to be ignored by the footsteps.

Dark clouds shrouded the sky, pressing very low with oppressive force. Even if the rain stopped, the dark clouds above our heads still lingered, like an iron cage locking the world.

 A pair of cold eyes.

 Approaching from the dark night.

It was a person who was completely covered in gold jade clothes. He only showed a pair of cold eyes, and it was not clear whether he was a man or a woman.

Golden jade clothes are not worn by the living, but are only worn by the dead in the cemetery.

 Common people in the city wear shrouds as burial clothes after death, but princes, princes and nobles firmly believe that jade can protect the human body from decay for thousands of years, so they use jade boxes to make their own burial clothes.

 The burial clothes are the ghostly things in the tomb.

The fate of a living person cannot suppress such a dark thing in the tomb, which is extremely sinister. This man in gold and jade clothes with a pair of eyes is a dead person who ran out of the ancient tomb.

 He was passing by the temple and saw a dead man hanging upside down from the eaves.

 Looking flat.

 It did not attract much attention from him.
Chapter completed!