Four Golden Pill Cultivators and One Yuanying, the four of them entered the crack with the flashing spiritual light. As the formation space fluctuated, several people disappeared directly on the top of the peak.

"Swish swish swish!"

Five spiritual lights suddenly appeared in that mysterious and broken world.

The light of spirit dissipated, and five monks with different expressions appeared on the ground, which were the five people in the Demon Temple.

At first glance, across a hundred miles, there are fragments of spiritual weapons and magic weapons everywhere, deep white bones, and broken walls and weeds everywhere!

"Master, what is this... where is this? Why do I feel weird?" A low-shaped golden elixir monk, wearing a yellow Taoist robe, shouted in shock.

"Why is this wrong with the legend? But we should not have come to the wrong place. Look at this statue of the demon god..." the Nascent Soul monk frowned.

Suddenly, a mysterious statue of three inches size suddenly appeared in his hand, and the statue shone with a dazzling light in this space.

"Master...Master, my spiritual sense seems to be suppressed, and the range of sensing has been greatly shortened." A somewhat panicked voice suddenly rang out.

After a while, the five people from the Demon Temple finally discovered the strangeness here, including the ban on the sky, the suppression of spiritual consciousness, and the signs of life, filled with a strange aura.

"Where is Yu Taihong who came in before? That kid wouldn't be dead, right?" the yellow-robed golden elixir monk suddenly spoke.

Yu Taihong in his mouth was the unlucky guy before. He didn't get the Jindan, but instead was treated as a guinea pig and threw it in directly.

"The natal card is still bright, so it should be nothing serious!" The Nascent Soul monk glanced at the nascent Soul card in his hand disapprovingly. In the eyes of the Nascent Soul master, Yu Taihong, a small foundation-building monk, was nothing more than a small ant.

"I act alone, you two are in a group. If something happens, send a signal in time." After pondering for a moment, the head of the Nascent Soul monk suddenly spoke.

After the arrangement was completed, a group of five people from the Demon Temple began to explore around them step by step.

...

Flowers bloom with hooves, and the words are divided into two ends.

The moment the mysterious statue appeared, the ten-foot-tall white jade statue in this space suddenly trembled, and a dazzling light flashed in a flash.

The next moment, various mysterious magic arrays on the altar flashed with dazzling lights.

The black aura of the magic array crack was very spiritual. The moment the statue shook, a stronger aura gushed out.

"Hehehehe... Zhan Wushuang, you can no longer hold me!"

"When I respect the light of the sky, I will definitely wash away the Demon Temple!"

A terrifying, cold and low voice came from the mysterious altar.

"Damn the Demon-Capture Altar, the Demon-Capture Array, I'm almost going to be free."

The black air around the altar rolled, and the mysterious sound of Zhizhi suddenly disappeared.

...

It seemed that there was no day and night here. Wang An and Xiao Jin wandered around for several hours, and the space was still bright and desolate.

"Well, that's it? There's someone in front, be careful."

Wang An suddenly stopped while moving, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Five hundred feet away in Wang An's spiritual consciousness, there are several huge hall wastes, and a tall and mysterious statue stands in front of the hall.

At the foot of the statue is a mysterious altar, covered with dense arrays of magic circles, and a trace of gloomy black air that looks like a spirit snake wandering.

A monk with a decadent face and wearing the clothes of the Demon Temple stood in front of the mysterious altar with a vigilant look on his face.

"Hey, he is actually from the Demon God Temple! His cultivation level in the late stage of foundation building! How did he come in?" He found that the curiosity on the face of the Demon God King An was even more intense.

"You said there are people from the Demon Temple here?" Xiao Jin, who was lying on Wang An's shoulder, turned his eyes and asked in a low voice in curiosity.

"Hiss, that...that's the true demonic aura!" The next moment, Wang An seemed to have noticed something, and his face suddenly changed and exclaimed.

"Uh, it's really a demonic energy!" Xiao Jin also sensed the situation ahead at this time.

Wang An and Xiao Jin had seen the real demonic aura at Tianjian Gate before, so they would not admit their mistakes.

"Don't go over now! Watch the changes!"

After pondering for a moment, Wang An found a place where his spiritual sense could completely cover that area, and then used the breath-retention technique to hide it.

...

"What exactly is this place? Why is this statue so familiar?"

"By the way, this... isn't this the legendary ancestor of the Demon Temple?"

Yu Taihong stared at the white marble statue with a blank expression and murmured for a few words, his eyes suddenly lit up and he screamed with joy.

"Hehehehehe, little guy, who are you? You dare to disturb my own cultivation."

Suddenly, a low voice of vicissitudes appeared out of thin air. The sound seemed to be full of mysterious bewitching power, which made Yu Taihong stunned for a moment.

"You...Who are you?" Yu Taihong was not stupid. He found the demonic energy rolling around and the mysterious voice. He immediately took a few steps back and looked at the altar in front of him with a look of vigilance.

"Hmph, bold junior, don't you recognize this statue? Has the Demon Temple fallen to this point?"

A cold snorted suddenly, like a roaring wave, and the air in the air was buzzing.

"You... do you know the Demon Temple? Are you the ancestor?" Yu Taihong suddenly said with a look of surprise.

"Hahaha, the boy is teachable! How did you come in?" The mysterious man in the altar laughed suddenly.

"I came in in a daze, but why should I believe you are the ancestor of my Demon Temple?" Yu Taihong rolled his eyes and suddenly spoke.

"Haha, I'm playing tricks on me. Under this altar, there is my natal magic weapon demon spear. You can see it by breaking the surrounding magic circle. Obtaining this magic spear also means that you have the possibility of advanced to become a god in the future." The mysterious man said in a tempting voice.

"Haha, senior, please tell me how to break the formation. I'll see if there is any spiritual weapon you call it." Yu Taihong's eyes suddenly turned, and he shook his hands casually. A six-foot-high human-shaped puppet appeared in front of him.

"Haha, yes!" After a moment, the mysterious voice sounded again.

"Ren Gui, seven points on the upper left..."

"Gengxin, five points lower right..."

With the guidance of the mysterious man, Yu Taihong controlled the puppet and quickly destroyed the magic circles around the altar.

A series of rich demonic auras suddenly appeared around the altar, and a gloomy aura instantly enveloped the surroundings.

"Hey, this breath is so weird. You are lying to me!" Yu Taihong felt a sense of panic, and retreated in an instant, staring at the altar with a sharp face and said.

"Hehehehe..."

"What's the urge to be in trouble for me? Then look at the middle one, right?"

As the mysterious sound rang out, a dazzling light suddenly appeared in the middle of the rolling demonic energy. The light of the demonic energy swept out and the demonic energy around it dissipated one after another.

The magic circle disappeared and the demonic energy dissipated. A groove suddenly appeared in the middle of the altar.

There was a pole about meter long in the groove, with bronze all over the body. This spear was exactly the same as the spear held in white marble. There were runes everywhere on it, emitting bursts of dazzling light of inspiration.

From a distance, this spear flowed with the vicissitudes of time, a domineering and fierce aura that hits the face.

The light of spirit circled, and a mysterious force slowly flowed into the altar.

"This... this is really a magic spear! This is really a lost magic spear in the Demon Temple!"

Seeing this bronze spear that was flashing with a domineering bronze spear, Yu Taihong trembled all over, his face showed shock, and a fanatical aura appeared in his eyes.

At this time, the traces of demonic energy scattered around the altar were like a spiritual snake circling around. A breath that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye suddenly entered Yu Taihong's body when he lost his composure.

"Hehehehehe, little guy, I haven't deceived you! Whether you can get the recognition of this magic gun depends on your ability." A mysterious voice suddenly said.

Suddenly, no matter how Yu Taihong called, the altar had no response.

"Hmph, the old guy Ye Tinghe actually dared to throw me in because he was a Nascent Soul! Haha, I didn't expect there was a lost magic spear here!"

Yu Taihong was looking through classics in the Demon God Temple before, and accidentally learned about the lost spirit gun in the Demon God Temple. He was sure that this was actually a real Demon God Gun.

...

Wang An, who had been paying attention to the changes here at this moment, had an unexpected look in his eyes.

"What seems to be wrong with this person!" Wang An frowned and thoughtfully.

"Hey, no matter how many of him, this gun is really good. Do you want it? Let's find an opportunity to go through it." Xiao Jin said indifferently on Wang An's shoulder, staring at the demon gun in the altar and turning around.

"Hehe, wait for an opportunity to act!" Wang An and Xiao Jin smiled at each other and continued to stare at Yu Taihong's actions.

...

"No wonder, I am willing to spend a golden elixir to exchange for news. There is indeed something wrong with it! When I obtain the Demon Spike and achieve the powerful Nascent Soul power, I will definitely return the shame given by Ye Singhe today."

Yu Taihong's eyes were red, and his whole body seemed to be in a state of fanaticism. He did not notice that a faint true demonic aura was lingering around his body.

"call out!"

The next moment, Yu Taihong, who was in a state of fanaticism, flashed and jumped directly to the altar.

The moment he jumped onto the altar, the demonic energy rolling around suddenly surged towards him.

The vicissitudes of bronze, the flashing runes, and the mighty domineering aura, everything is right in front of you.

"Hahaha, this spear is mine!" Yu Taihong's eyes were red, his breathing was rapid, and he growled in a low breath.

"Boom!"

The moment Yu Taihong touched the spear with his hand, the spear suddenly rose with a mighty and powerful aura, which directly drove Yu Taihong to fly.

This magic spear seemed to have been spiritually connected. At this moment, the spiritual light surging around the body, the runes flashed, and a layer of golden halo directly enveloped the gun body.
Chapter completed!