It will take at least one week before the completion of the Seventh Ancient Secret Realm structure.

The terrifying red bride stood beside Xia Ji again, and asked at any time: "Are you hungry?"

actually...

Xia Ji understood what it meant.

It wants to eat it, but it feels that eating alone is not good, so I ask myself, and no matter what I answer, it can be eaten openly.

It's so terrifying.

“Not hungry.”

Xia Ji answered as usual.

Hong Yanluo seemed to have known the answer for a long time. As soon as Xia Ji spoke, it twisted its body and then cracked in the air, like a strange tree.

The evil ghosts in the sky and the huge mouths in the sky swallowed a hundred desperate faces.

...

In the intercommunication consciousness group of four existences constructed by Red Yan Luo with secret techniques.

Xia Ji suddenly asked: "How is the Dajinguang Temple now?"

Poison Qilin: "I have collected all the seeds. There are ruins. The tutor wants to go and see them?"

Red Yan Luo: "Hungry? Eat?"

Baihu: "You want to go, I'll pass you over, very quickly."

As a great thinker, Xia Ji received the respect that the curses deserve.

Especially the first step in building the arrival of the underworld is full of epic and mythology, so the four existences are somewhat close to each other.

The Great Jinguang Temple, which belongs to the Pili Sect, occupies a mysterious position from beginning to end, and Xia Ji really wants to go and see it.

It's just one week now, and the true energy that can be obtained by "breathing on the side of the two great curses" gradually becomes saturated. In addition, he can't bear to see the process of destruction of the soul, going to the Great Golden Light Temple is a good choice.

Take care of the White Tiger.

A strange white hand climbed up from the cliff and spread his five fingers.

Xia Ji stepped on, his feet were soft and had a rotten smell.

Kakka...

The five fingers dunked and turned into a ball.

The next moment, the space began to change.

Baishou shrank into the ground at an extremely strange speed from the cliff and then walked through the soil.

This is the second time that Xia Ji has taken a "White Tiger Car".

With his understanding of these three monsters, his tension was gone.

Shuttles are not arrived instantly.

In his spare time, Xia Ji began to ask in the consciousness group: "Xiaobai..."

As a great mentor, the Poison Qilin, the Red Yama, and the White Tiger dare not act rashly.

So they turned into small green, small red, small white in Xia Ji's mouth...

What a simple and down-to-earth name.

It's really no horror.

"Xiaobai, how far can your tentacles reach?"

"I can reach out to the places without the cover of dragon energy."

"How many people can you transport at the same time?"

"One tentacle can attract about ten people, but at the same time, thousands of people are OK."

"Well...it seems that the traffic is good."

"Teacher? What is traffic?"

"I mean, there are many humans who can attract secret realms in the future."

"Teacher, why are you so smart in the world?"

"Don't ask, it's talent."

A brief conversation between one person and one ghost is not over yet.

But Honglian Mountain has arrived.

puff!!

A pale arm squeezed out from the black mountain rocks.

The white ball landed, loosened the five tight fingers, and then gently pulled back.

"You need to return to Bikong Mountain, and the instructor will call me again."

A sound came from my mind, and the pale hand had retracted into the darkness, as if it had never existed.

The magical and supernatural colors faded away.

Space changes.

Xia Ji stood in front of a lush ancient temple.

The plaque is tilted, half of it is hanging. The four characters of Dajinguang Temple are blood-red finger prints, which are drag patterns, dragging half of the arm away. It can be seen how the deceased clings to the plaque before his death, as if he was holding the last straw of life.

Under the plaque is a faint temple door, with blood rust on the copper ring, and it is impossible to see what is inside through the cracks in the door.

Xia Ji turned his head.

The ancient temple is lined with green and black locust trees, evergreen and also with ghostly aura, wrapping the Great Golden Light Temple.

And where he stood was an open space at the entrance.

There is also a large incense burner on the right, and there are skeletons vaguely exposed from the ashes.

Further down the open space, there is a mountain road. The mountain road is dark and terrifying before it can make people feel.

Heavy snow is falling.

The sky is white.

The biting cold comes from unknown corners.

Xia Ji walked towards the ancient temple with a magic knife and knife magazine on his back, and his footprints spread to the ancient temple in the snow.

However, the weird thing is...

There are no more than three footprints.

So the footprints behind Xia Ji seemed to be slowly being wiped away by something invisible.

When the boy walked to the ancient temple gate.

There were no footprints behind him!

Xia Ji stood quietly under the plaque, standing in front of the crack in the door.

The surrounding environment is full of strange aura.

Xia Ji paused slightly, stretched out his hand, turned to grab it, and knocked the blood rust copper ring heavily down the mountain door.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong...

The knocking sounds in the snowy temple, like beating a human skin drum.

No one responded.

Xia Ji suddenly pushed away.

Heavy snow poured into the temple with him.

The purpose is indeed hell.

The air-dried bodies are placed horizontally on the entrance patio, in front of the main hall, the Buddha statues are stained with blood, and there are many mummies hanging from the bell tower higher than the height.

Xia Ji's eyes turned and his eyebrows slightly frowned.

These corpses are extremely miserable, peeling, hollowing out the internal organs, burning, and cracking into pieces of meat...

All kinds of terrifying ways to die.

He couldn't help but clench his fist, took a deep breath, and then spit out again.

I took a step in and the footprints behind me continued to be wiped off.

This step seems to have reached a completely different environment.

The corpses that were still there in the ancient temple suddenly disappeared, and the blood also disappeared.

It seems that this place has become a dead and empty temple like a tomb.
To be continued...