Ding Ling slowly opened his eyes.

He released his spiritual consciousness and found that all the dead souls and demon spirits had disappeared within the scope of the spiritual consciousness, as if the purpose of these undead was just to stop him.

He stood up, took a sudden breath, then raised the Xuanyuan Sword to the extreme, and then penetrated hard into the stone under his feet.

puff!

The Xuanyuan Sword, which was given spiritual power, can be said to be invincible, but even so, Ding Ling only inserted half of the sword body.

What a hard stone, what a thick stone!

Ding Ling slowly pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword, and he jumped off the roof of the temple for life, intending to start from the gate.

There were obviously two doors, and Ding Ling could see clearly. At the beginning, the two doors were opened. The two doors should be wooden doors or bronze doors. But as Bai Qianqian was caught in, a stone door fell from the roof. Ding Ling had seen this stone door, and the thickness alone was at least twenty centimeters...

He stood at the door and looked carefully at the pattern on the stone door.

These patterns did not change color and fall off due to their age. They depict a scene similar to a sacrifice, as if a group of people were kneeling in front of an altar, and above the altar, several large bowls were lined up.

Ding Ling took a step back, his eyes were as sharp as a torch, hoping to find the clues from this painting.

"Are you a sacrifice? Is this a priest of which race? There are so many bowls for dry eggs?"

Although Ding Ling's family rarely worships his ancestors, he has watched it on TV. Whether it is worshiping his ancestors or performing any mysterious rituals, the most important thing in the ritual is sacrifices, not bowls and chopsticks...

Frowning, Ding Ling subconsciously counted the long list of big bowls, nine?

Ding Ling's brows were even more frowning. You should know that the number nine has always been the most noble and legendary number in the long history of China. Nine Heavens, Nine Palaces, Nine Cauldrons, Nine Nine Reunion... It can be said that any religion or ancient clan can be related to Nine.

For example, the simplest mountain range is called Jiugong Mountain.

Thinking of Jiugong Mountain, a light suddenly flashed in Ding Ling's mind, and he seemed to have caught a trace.

Could these nine bowls correspond to Jiugong Mountain?

Ding Ling took a step forward, he swayed at the stone gate, looking at the bound shadows on the altar. Gradually, the shadow overlapped with Bai Qianqian's figure.

Ding Ling, who was trapped in thinking, suddenly shuddered. He quickly woke up and began to find out if there was any mechanism.

However, even though he searched the cracks in the door, he still found no sign of opening the door.

"Don't think that a stone gate can block my brother..." Ding Ling put away the Xuanyuan Sword and the fish intestine. He took a few steps back, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

The next second, he began to form the Frost Decoration Skill towards the Stone Gate.

As an advanced spiritual score of the Ice Art, the Ningshuang Art is even more powerful, but it does not consume much more spiritual power. As Ding Ling's close combat power becomes stronger and stronger, he rarely uses these spiritual scores to fight now. But he rarely uses them, and it may not necessarily be impossible to use them!

The temperature of the stone gate gradually lowered with the coverage of the Frost Decoration Technique. After Ding Ling used more than a dozen Frost Decoration Techniques, the stone gate felt like a piece of ice!

Ding Ling smiled grimly, and he waved his hand and wrote the Yan Yang technique.

After hearing the slight roar, the stone gate remained unmoved. Dante Ling did not give up. One could not do two, two could not do three, three could not do four!

When the Shimen became hot due to the coverage of the Yanyang Art, Ding Ling used the Frost Decoration Technique again.

Finally, when Ding Ling had spent nearly half of his spiritual power, he heard a soft click.

Ding Ling narrowed his eyes, summoned the Xuanyuan Sword and Yuyan, and at the same time raised the level of the two ancient divine weapons to the point, and then inserted it hard into the stone gate that was more than half a foot thick.

This time, the stone gate broke through in response to the sound.

"I'm very good at physics." Ding Ling dodged the falling stones, and he flashed and rushed towards the temple.

When his vision gradually adapted to the darkness, Ding Ling suddenly discovered that the temple was empty. There was no Bai Qianqian, nor those demon spirits.

He snorted and released his spiritual consciousness. After confirming that there was no danger, he flashed and rushed to the center of the temple. He saw that there was still a statue exactly the same as the one on the top in the innermost part of the temple. Ding Ling could not recognize which god it was, but from the outside it looked a bit like a minority.

He took out the flashlight and checked the ground under his feet first. After seeing no teleportation array, he turned to the back of the statue. He saw a dark and deep passage, like the big mouth of a giant snake, opened silently to Ding Ling, as if he was going to swallow him.

Ding Ling wiped out the flashlight, then took out the Uno Yuan Dan and threw it into his mouth. After the Uno Yuan Dan took effect, he began to step into the passage.

This passage was obviously made by hand, with stone steps that had existed for unknown years under your feet, and every step you take is extremely slippery.

Ding Ling noticed that there was a long list of messy steps on the ground leading directly to the ground. There was no doubt that Bai Qianqian was taken away by the two demon spirits from here.

Ding Ling's mood was calm at this moment. He knew that the more anxious he was, the more useless it was, especially when he went to a dangerous place like the ground. Moreover, he vaguely guessed from the stone gate that Bai Qianqian must have been arrested for a living sacrifice.

Since it is a living sacrifice, she may not die for a while. Since she will not die, she must be careful...

But Ding Ling was curious about who was the one who presided over the sacrifice? And...why is the sacrifice for?

You know, this place is deserted and completely a primitive jungle! Not to mention humans, even dogs will not run in. But why are there so many souls? And so many demons?

Mysteries surged into his heart with Ding Ling's calmness. He gritted his teeth and quietly released his spiritual sense while paying attention to the traces under his feet.

After walking the lengthy stone stairs for about half an hour, the air in front of him gradually became wet. Ding Ling heard a faint sound of water coming from below.

There is no sound other than that.

Thinking of Bai Qianqian's personality, Ding Ling couldn't help but feel a little whispered in his heart. Bai Qianqian is a typical girl who looks gentle on the outside and is strong on the inside. She usually looks gentle and elegant. She sits there like a lotus blooming quietly. Although she is smiling with a pretty face, she knows it very well and is extremely calm when encountering things.

Bai Qianqian probably has given up hope completely, right? Or, she felt that instead of crying loudly, it would be better to keep some strength for the final try...

The stone steps gradually disappeared, and the eyes gradually became brighter.

Ding Ling pinched out the invisibility technique, and he quietly poked his head against the wall.

In front of me was a cave space that was half a football field. Above the cave wall, stone stalactites pointed directly at the ground like sharp swords. A night pearl was embedded on the largest stone stalactite, and the faint light emitted illuminated the entire cave.
Chapter completed!