The Mar Temple is located on the top of the majestic navy blue mountain range. It is made of huge rocks and is the entrance to the ancestral world of the heaven. It is simple and sacred, and it is intimidating to look at.

Mar is the name of the great ancestor of light.

Fengtian was walking alone on the ridge of the Mar Mountains, with dead grass, black rocks and ice and snow beneath his feet, and the cold wind howled like an animal roaring.

The temple is right in front of you, majestic but lonely, with no one guarding it.

The sky above was shrouded in divine light, and a divine cord could be faintly seen running across the north and south like a Milky Way.

Dressed in red and wearing a veil, she looked so light and weak, incompatible with the desolate and atmospheric environment around her.

The body is either there or not, it is illusive and hazy.

It is the power of "nothingness" in the twelve phases of destiny that always shrouds her to cover up the secrets and aura of her body and avoid the perception and calculation of the ancestor.

In today's universe, people at the level of Tianzun and half-ancestors choose to live in seclusion and practice hard at all costs.

Waiting for the next big change in the universe.

Master Murong was born with ninety-fifth level mental power. He stood on top of the seventy-two-story tower, monitoring heaven, hell, and the sea of ​​stars in all directions. Logically speaking, Fengtian needs to hide himself more secretly, but he received a message not long ago.

The letter made her reveal her true form and came to the Temple of Mar.

"Come to the Mar Temple and see you soon."

An eight-character letter.

It was written with Zhang Ruochen's blood.

"If the dust falls, this crown will replace the Phoenix crown." This sentence is enough to defeat all the rationality in Fengtian's heart. She is no longer the cold-blooded death god, and she also has warmth in her heart.

How could she not come after seeing this blood letter?

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The door of the Mar Temple opens to the north, as deep as the whirlpool of hell, swallowing up all spiritual power and soul thoughts.

Fengtian walked along the stairs and walked in slowly.

The space in the temple is in the shape of a square, very high and wide, and is dedicated to the top gods of the heaven world. There are thousands of them, large and small, in different shapes, including angels, elves, dragons, titans, dwarves... and so on.

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In the center of the south stands a thirty-six-foot-tall angel stone statue with thirty-six wings on its back.

Under the stone statue, there is a slim woman in colorful clothes. She has a slender figure, shimmering sunlight, and pointed ears. It can be seen that she comes from the elves.

It's just a back view, but it can definitely satisfy everyone's imagination of a peerless beauty.

Fengtian recognized her, and his eyes froze under the veil: "So it's you who brought me here."

Afya retracted her gaze from examining the thirty-six-winged angel stone statue, turned around, looked at Fengtian standing at the door, and said with a smile: "Do you know that the blood letter was not given to you by Zhang Ruochen?"

The sound is crisp and extremely pleasant.

Feng Tian said: "If Zhang Ruochen is still alive and hides in the paradise world, he will show up directly to meet me instead of leading me here."

Obviously Fengtian has doubts about the authenticity of the previous Zhang Ruochen.

"You knew it might be a trap, but you still came. So brave. Feng Caiyi, you didn't disappoint me. You deserve to be the master of the Temple of Destiny. Today, among the female monks, you can be ranked among the top five. In terms of courage and courage, Shi Ji

You and I are both inferior to you." Afya did not hesitate to praise her.

"Are you saying that I am more likely to act impulsively? I am not as cautious and forbearing as you are? It doesn't matter."

Fengtian took out the brocade with eight words written in blood, waved it and threw it out, saying: "Where did you get his blood?"

"He gave it to me." Afya said.

Feng Tian said: "Do you think I will believe it?"

The temple is very wide, and the two women are hundreds of feet apart. Every conversation can be faintly echoed.

There are no lights in the temple.

They are the two brightest lights.

Afya's long hair exudes the radiance of clouds, her facial features are exquisite, her skin is like the sacred jade forged by the ancestors, and her temperament is moist and tender. She said: "Guess, how do I know that you are hiding in the Temple of Light?"

Of course Fengtian knew the reason.

It was Zhang Ruochen who showed up earlier to cut off all the divine ropes in the sky, but he provoked Lord Murong.

After Master Murong took action, Fengtian intentionally rushed out of the heaven world to help Zhang Ruochen. It was at that time that the secret and aura leaked out.

"I don't like guessing riddles, so I might as well be more direct. What do you want to do?"

Fengtian didn't like Afya. If it weren't for the current cooperative relationship between the Hell Realm and the Corpse Nightmare faction, she wouldn't even bother to waste time here.

Afya said: "The power of the seventy-two-story tower has been witnessed by the Lord of Feng Palace. If you want to fight against it, you must gather all the Nine Cauldrons. I am following the orders of Ancestor Nightmare to find the Lord of the Palace and obtain the two Cauldrons of Light and Destiny."

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"Isn't the First Queen here a little early? When the Nightmare Ancestor finds the other seven cauldrons, the master of this palace will send two cauldrons to help him."

Fengtian felt the hostility in Afya.

The Cauldron of Light and the Cauldron of Destiny are not ordinary things. Is there such a demand for them?

What Afya said can no longer be called presumptuous, it is simply an open robbery.

Afya smiled at the corner of her mouth: "It is not difficult for the Nightmare Ancestor to gather the Seven Cauldrons. Because after Zhang Ruochen's death, the Hong Cauldron, the Wu Cauldron, and the Zhou Cauldron all fell into his hands, plus the Dark Cauldron and the Dark Cauldron in the hands of the Dark Lord.

The original cauldron already has five cauldrons..."

"What did you say?"

Fengtian's eyes squinted, the chill of death leaked from his body, and every inch of the Mar Temple was covered in frost, and he said: "The Hong Ding and the Wu Ding are in the hands of the Corpse Nightmare?"

A pair of flame-burning elf cicada wings spread out on Avya's back, melting the death frost around her, and said: "Didn't I make it very clear just now? Of course Zhang Ruochen died in the hands of the corpse nightmare, otherwise how could I have him?

Blood? That’s the answer you want!”

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

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The twelve gates of destiny unfold in the twelve spatial realms around Fengtian.

A crown of victory appears on his head, and he holds good luck and good fortune in his hand.

Instantly entering a fighting state, the coldness was a hundred times worse than before.

Afya remained calm and composed, leaning on the stone platform, saying: "That battle has nothing to do with me, I am just stating a fact."

"You brought me here just to explain a fact?" Feng Tian said.

Afya looked at Fengtian walking over step by step with beautiful eyes: "Of course it's more than that! My way has entered a bottleneck. If you want to hit the ancestor, you must have a great opportunity."

"Inlaid on the victory crown is the ancestral divine source of Wu Zuchi. This is what I must take."

"Feng Caiyi, you have to admit that your qualifications and understanding are not the best. Half Ancestor is your ultimate realm. Even if Ming Zu passes on his entire life cultivation to you, he will at most send you to the peak of Half Ancestor.

, you are still no match for such amazing people as Tianmu, Seventy-two Grade Lotus, and Haotian."

"But if you and I can become one, and take the cultivation of you, the Ming Ancestor, and the Demon Ancestor for three generations, and add my body for two lives, then the first ancestor can be expected."

"When the time comes, you and I will be one and the same, and we will both be prosperous. Why should we surrender to the Corpse Nightmare? We hold the Nine Cauldrons. If we advance, we can compete with the gods. If we retreat, we can join hands with Zhang Ruochen. At least we can be invincible."

Afya, Seventy-two Grade Lotus, and Shiji Empress are all extremely beautiful, but with their abilities, they can only reach the peak of the Half Ancestor.

The only one who can surpass them in terms of foundation, aptitude, understanding, and state of mind is Tianmu.

Chi Yao can only be counted as half because she has half of the foundation, which was forged with the help of Zhang Ruochen. With the world environment, resources and materials in the Kunlun world at that time, it was impossible to cast the foundation of the first ancestor.

If Zhang Ruochen had not handed over his cultivation foundation to Chi Yao, converted to Wuji, and practiced along the original route, he would have been restricted to a certain realm.

Two people can only fulfill one.

Fengtian said: "I understand! Do you want to use the forbidden technique of corpse transformation to refine me into your body and take away the power of my third life?"

"You and I both have flaws, but we can complement each other. This is the only way for us to get out of the chessboard and break away from our identities as chess pieces," Afya said.

Feng Tian said: "You should know that this palace master hates hypocrisy the most. If you want to fight, be more cheerful and start now."

"If you can suppress me, you can do whatever you want."

"If you are not my opponent, then you should be careful! I used to be the God of Death, and I will never be merciful to those who dare to come and provoke the monks. You... are dead!"

Under Fengtian's feet, the space expanded rapidly, and a sea of ​​gray corpses covering hundreds of millions of miles appeared.

The divine patterns flowed like lightning, and the wind of death spread densely.

Twelve Gates of Destiny, each with a height reaching the diameter of a star, respectively emit twelve different powers of life, death, misfortune, blessing, joy, anger, bad luck, good fortune, virtuality, reality, past and future.

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Obviously, Fengtian is still afraid of Lord Murong who is far away in the eternal heaven, so he wants to suppress the battlefield among the twelve gates of destiny.

What makes Fengtian secretly surprised is that even though the Sea of ​​Corpses and the twelve Gates of Destiny support such a vast space of heaven and earth, outside the space, the Mar Temple becomes even larger.

Standing in the sea of ​​corpses and looking up at the sky.
To be continued...