Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Several people did not give up and continued to exert their strength, but after a while, everyone was sweating profusely, but the gate of the palace never moved.

Zhang Hong asked anxiously: "This...how should this be done?"

It's really weird that even the six of them can't open the door of the hall together.

Chang Mei looked at the palace door expressionlessly and said a word: "Wait..." Waiting for the Patriarch to release her.

After a while, Chang Mei turned around and said to the crowd: "Everyone wait again, go and report to Master Master, Master Master must know about this matter."

Several people knew that this matter should not be considered trivial, and if something really happened inside, they would not be able to get rid of their responsibilities, so even Zhang Hong didn't dare to make trouble, and said in unison: "Yes... Brother Changmei."

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In the hall, Zhuge Canglan was leaning against the door of the main hall behind her, and the sounds from outside seemed to be heard clearly in her ears without any obstruction.

She narrowed her eyes and sneered in her heart, this so-called holy land for cultivating immortals is actually nothing more than mediocre. . .

On the surface, it looks very ordinary, it is a fairyland on earth, a good place for cultivating Taoism, just like the saying that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, Chang Mei and Zhang Hong's few words about you coming and going, are actually Lingxu Different forces on the island are fighting.

Obviously, the faction represented by Chang Mei is slightly more powerful than Zhang Hong's faction, and he obviously represents the faction headed by Lingxu Island.

Zhuge Canglan heard Chang Mei's voice of leaving, so he no longer cared about the outside situation, and turned his attention to the inside of the hall.

Looking around, you can see the bottom at a glance, not because the hall is too small, but because it is too empty. . .

The hall was empty except for the human-sized portraits hanging on the walls, there was nothing else, not even incense, let alone tables, chairs, and benches. There seemed to be an old futon on the ground in the center of the hall. There is nothing else.

Zhuge Canglan stepped forward and walked deep, even if he took a very light path, there would be echoes, which was very scary.

Zhuge Canglan frowned. What kind of temple is this on Lingxu Island? It's basically the Temple of Yama. . .

It doesn't matter if there is no aura, but it is still gloomy. The people in those portraits seem to jump off the paper at any time. When she walked past a portrait, she felt a pair of eyes looking at her from behind.

Zhuge Canglan turned around abruptly, but there was nothing behind him, and the portrait was the same.

She looked at it for a while, turned around, and continued walking.

At the moment she turned around, the portraits she walked by were shaking slightly without wind, as if they were talking.

When Zhuge Canglan heard the movement, he suddenly turned around again, but the portraits stopped in an instant. . .

She sneered, ignored those portraits, and continued to walk forward, never turning back even if she heard movement behind her.

After walking around the hall and seeing all the portraits, Zhuge Canglan finally went to the futon in the middle and sat on it with the hem of his clothes lifted.

"Hey, Patriarch of Lingxu Island, senior sect masters, what kind of test are you going to do? You can't let me stay here forever!"

It took a long time for her own echoes to calm down in the empty hall, but there was no movement in the portraits hanging on the walls.

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