In desperation, Ye Qingtang nodded and said, "Forget it, then I'll go back with you to have a look."
The big deal is that she will be cautious in her words and deeds when the time comes.
After hearing Ye Qingtang's words, several undead people jumped up happily and took Ye Qingtang and the little white tiger back to the Shadow Temple. The man with the goatee was also carried back together.
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The former Shadow Temple can be said to be the pinnacle of the Central Continent.
The glory of the undead is due to it.
But with the disappearance of the Lord of the Shadow Temple, the influence of the Shadow Temple in the Central Continent also collapsed, and the glorious moment of the undead also disappeared.
In Ye Qingtang's previous life, when she was in the Central Continent, she had heard many legends about the undead.
They are ferocious, fighting, moody, and have special spells, which are very difficult to deal with.
Among the colleges in the Central Continent, there are courses specifically aimed at dealing with the undead.
However, Ye Qingtang in her previous life was too busy to take care of herself, so she didn't know much about the undead. Even when she saw some undead by chance, she never paid attention to them.
But now, she wants to go in person, the most glorious shadow temple of the undead.
For thousands of years, the Shadow Temple has gone from its peak to its decline. From the Valley of the Dead, through the Falls of the Dead, and through the Swamp of Death, an ancient and mysterious black temple stands quietly among the cliffs. Built on a cliff.
Although he hadn't stepped into the Temple of Shadows yet, the dead air pervading all around made it difficult to breathe. Layers of gray clouds and mists lingered over the temple, as if they were going to cover the sky, and even the sun couldn't fully penetrated down.
Although it was daytime, the surroundings of the Shadow Temple were as dark as dusk.
A giant skeleton is inlaid on the Shadow Temple. Although the skeleton has only the upper half of its body, it is already hundreds of meters high. Its hands are crossed in front of its chest, as if silently guarding this land of the undead. .
The little white tiger was held in Ye Qingtang's arms, looking at the Shadow Temple in front of him, the death air around him lingered in its nostrils, carrying a slight chill.
A dozen skeleton soldiers in light armor were standing in front of the entrance of the Temple of Shadows with their spears in their hands. Under the gray mist, it looked like a dark cemetery, or hell...
Those skeleton soldiers heard footsteps, and when they turned their heads to look, there was a crackling sound between the skull and the throat hoop.
The skeleton soldiers saluted immediately when they saw those undead people.
"Go and tell the guardians and elders that the Holy Master is back!" an undead said proudly.
When the skeleton soldiers heard this, they raised their eyes and saw Ye Qingtang, who was standing in the middle, suddenly opened his mouth wide open, stuttering, trembling and touching, and made a bone-crunching sound of excitement.
The sound was like a cold knocking sound, which was continuously introduced into the dark temple, like a wildfire. The sound spread continuously from the depths of the hall, and countless skeletons seemed to have received the message, with a special way of conveying the message.
It was the first time Ye Qingtang had seen the undead transmit information in this way, and it was novel at the moment.
In the next second, a gust of sinister wind suddenly swept out from the pitch-black temple, counting the black mist, swept out with the wind, and stood in front of Ye Qingtang impressively!
The black mist dissipated quietly, and only five figures emerged from the black mist.
Before Ye Qingtang could see the appearance of the five figures clearly, the five undead people knelt down on one knee and shouted reverently:
"Welcome the Holy Master back to the palace!"