"The shrunken tortoise inside who pretends to be a ghost, doesn't dare to come out and fight the Sa family?" At this time, Zu Long's scolding sounded again outside, "Do you have to wait for the Sa family to wait ten or eight years?"
Hearing Zu Long's yelling and cursing, the old man nodded towards Xuan Wuqi, "Now you can turn into a few more Xiyuantu puppets and go out for me to teach him a lesson."
And at this moment, on the other side, Lin Hang had arrived in front of the Donglai Temple that Donghou Qingbat said.
In the entire Donglai Temple, there are only a dozen crimson temples in total. These temples all look vicissitudes and old, but these dozens of temples that are connected together are actually a suspended cliff supported by a single wooden pillar. Temple!
The blue-gray mountain wall has a height of more than sixty feet. This suspended temple is located on the mountain wall with a height of more than twenty feet. .
Originally, with Lin Hang's cultivation base, the height of more than 20 feet could be easily climbed, but now, with a distance of two to three hundred miles, it took Lin Hang a few incense sticks to rush to it, and he was already desperate. , couldn't be faster, by the time they arrived at the Xuankong Temple, sweat had soaked all their clothes, and their true essence had been exhausted, reaching the limit, it could be said that they were about to be unable to stand, now don't It is said that it is more than twenty feet high, even if it is only five or six feet high, Lin Hang has already been unable to climb it.
Seeing the front of the temple but not being able to enter the temple, Lin Hang, who had always been humble and cowardly, and didn't even speak loudly, shouted loudly: "Junior Lin Hang, please see senior Zhantai Qingming!"
Lin Hang's shout was heard far away, and even brought out the echo of the valley, but the entire hanging temple was dead silent, without any sound.
Linhang, who was silently isolated in front of this cliff, was as helpless as a single withered grass in the cold wind on the wasteland.
"Junior Lin Hang, please see senior Zhantai Qingming!"
But Lin Hang, who didn't get a response, uttered another loud cry.
"Who told you to come to Zhantai Qingming?" A quiet voice came from the hanging temple this time.
"Senior Donghou Qingbat asked me to come."
Hearing what Lin Hang said, there was a moment of silence in the Hanging Temple, and suddenly such a voice came out again, before the words fell, a five-foot-square iron basket hanging from an iron chain fell down.
Linhang entered the iron basket, and the iron chain was quickly retracted. Linhang went up to the hanging temple, and saw that the gates of the temples were closed, but the quiet voice came from which temple. He came out: "Donghou Qingbat asked you to come to Zhantai Qingming, why?"
"Senior Donghou Qingbat originally wanted to escort me, one of my juniors, and two children from Ji Yushan to Zhaoyao Mountain, but when we encountered pursuers, Senior Donghou Qingbat stayed behind to stop the enemy, let us come to you and escort us Back to Zhaoyao Mountain, but when we came here, we encountered pursuers again, my senior brother led that person away, I came here to hope that senior Zhantai Qingming could help me." Lin Hang originally returned to Shushan He stuttered a bit, but at this moment his heart was full of vigor and courage, and he didn't show any cowardice at all. He spoke in one go, without even a single pause.
The quiet voice was silent for a while, and just when Lin Hang couldn't bear it, he rang again, "There is nothing he can do about this matter, you should think of other ways."
Can't help
Lin Hang tried his best to get here as fast as possible, because he regarded this as the only hope to save the two children Xuan Wuqi and Ji Yushan, but when he got here, the answer he got was that there was nothing he could do!
"You are not Senior Zhantai Qingming, how do you know that he is helpless! You are Senior Zhantai Qingming, aren't you!"
For a moment, Lin Hang's eyes turned red, and he couldn't help but questioned sharply.
"You're right." The quiet voice sighed slightly, "I am indeed what he called Zhantai Qingming, but now I am not only incapable of taking you to Zhaoyao Mountain, but also incapable of helping your junior brother."
"Senior Donghou Qingbat asked us to come to you, because he must know that you have the ability to take us to Zhaoyao Mountain! You are prevaricating like this, because you are unwilling or because you are afraid of the power of Kunlun, you don't dare at all." Because thinking of every minute of delay, Xuan Wuqi Just a little more dangerous, Lin Hang became completely different from usual, his eyes were red and he asked aggressively.
"Donghou Qingbat has saved my life, so how can I shirk it? If it had been two years earlier, I would still have helped, but now I really can't help."
"Senior, if you feel that you can't keep us to Zhaoyao Mountain, you can just save my junior brother. Maybe the person who is chasing and killing my junior brother is far inferior to you. If my cultivation level is slightly higher, I will I will fight him, but my cultivation base is really low, and I am not an opponent, so I am begging you here. If you save my junior brother, I will definitely remember the great kindness..."
"Come in." Hearing Lin Hang's begging, the dark red door of a temple close to the cliff suddenly opened slowly, and Zhantai Qingming sighed helplessly, "You will know why I said it when you come in." I can't help it."
"What!"
From the outside, the inconspicuous temple only has a radius of several feet, and at most it can accommodate a bed, a set of tables and chairs, and some scattered items. But as soon as Lin Hang walked into the small temple gate, he suddenly found that there was at least a radius of tens of feet inside.
In Nuo Da's space, there is a whole body covered with yellow cloth, which looks like a Buddha statue, with a height of more than ten feet. In addition to this thing, there are thousands of miscellaneous things piled up in this palace-like room, some are like gems, some are like gold and iron, some are like clay, and there are various things. Containers of various materials.
In addition to these things, there are five stoves with completely different styles and shapes. Beside the stove, there is a young bald-headed little novice monk.
But it was not these things that shocked Lin Hang all of a sudden, but a person in front of the thing covered with yellow cloth, an old man in a wheelchair.
This old man in an iron wheelchair was wrapped in a thick blanket. When Lin Hang walked in from the door and saw the old man, within a few breaths, the old man coughed silently twice, and every time he coughed, he coughed up thick foam of blood.
From his body, Lin Hang only felt the weak mana fluctuation and the loss of vitality.
This is a really dying and seriously ill old man.
After Lin Hang walked in, although the young bald monk and the old man did not speak, Lin Hang already knew in his heart that this old man was Zhantai Qingming.
Zhantai Qingming is already such an old man!
Lin Hang's complexion suddenly turned ashen.
"You see my body and cultivation level, so you think I didn't lie to you." The old man wrapped in a thick blanket looked at Lin Hang's ashen face, but shook his head and said: "But I say I can't help it, not because of me, but because this thing is dead."
"Even the Donghou Qingbat would never have imagined that this thing of mine is dead."
Zhantai Qingming, who was wrapped in a thick blanket, looked at Lin Hang, turned the wheelchair, and slowly tore off the silk yellow cloth that was covered with something more than ten feet high.
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"The guy who pretends to be a ghost inside, if you don't come out again, Sajia will find a way to pump out the mud here, and let you hide in the mud to come out to meet the sun!"
"What is it called? Senior Xuanyuan passed on my technique, so I will naturally teach you a lesson for him."
Zu Long was yelling and cursing vigorously, suddenly, Xuan Wuqi's cold voice came in his ears.
"When he escaped here just now, he was only in the realm of the slave sword, why did he suddenly reach the realm of the imperial sword?!"
Before Zu Long had time to reply, he suddenly saw a sword light breaking out from the magic circle in front of him. What surprised him was that he could see that Xuan Wuqi's sword light had reached the realm of controlling a sword. But a thought of horror popped up in his mind, he saw that the sword light could not see people, Xuan Wuqi's eclipse twisted around, but it even swallowed the light from the four flames of Zulong, and the surrounding was pitch black.
Seeing this, Zu Long immediately took out the purple glazed lamp, touched it, and dozens of flaming lines came out from the glazed lamp. The burning thread is all condensed fire elements, not light, but it suddenly illuminates the surrounding ten feet with faint light.
"What kind of phantom is this condensed by his technique?"
But in the shadows, Zu Long suddenly saw that there seemed to be several Xuan Wuqi attacking him from several directions. Zu Long pointed with his finger, and among the four flames surrounding him which were dark red, vermilion, golden, and white, the dark red flame rushed out suddenly and hit one of them, Xuan Wuqi.
The fire exploded all of a sudden, and Xuan Wuqi's body was blasted with yellow light, but it was not scattered, but was blown backwards.
"It's not an illusion! What kind of technique is this!"
At this moment, Zu Long felt a chill in his heart, and instantly realized that these shadowy Xuan Wuqi were not illusions, but entities!
At this moment, Zu Long saw that there were more than a dozen figures around him, and Zu Long felt that there seemed to be endless Xuan Wuqi hitting him around his body.
But Zu Long sensed it with his heart, but he was horrified to find that apart from feeling the strong earth element aura on these Xuan Wuqi's bodies, he couldn't feel any one of them was the real Xuan Wuqi himself.
"not good!"
Suddenly, Zu Long's pupils contracted, and a flame popped out from his hand, and with a pop, a sword light slashed at him silently in the middle. At this moment, Zu Long discovered Xuan Wuqi's flying sword that was attacking him secretly, and all the light and flowers on the sword's body scattered like flowing flames. But this one was distracted, and with a "bang", the back of the head was punched heavily by a puppet that made his head buzz and spin out like a front somersault.