undead warrior

Chapter 337 The Temple
When the crying gradually subsided, Cai Qifeng had already fallen asleep, Mo Wentian's clothes were wet a lot, he picked her up and put her on the bed, then turned around and walked away.

"Ask God..."

Just as she was leaving the house, she heard a delicate voice calling, and when she turned her head to look, it turned out to be Cai Erfeng.She was also lucky not to die, and entered here at some point.He was stopped outside by the demon guards and was waving at himself.

Mo Wentian walked over and asked flatly, "What's the matter?"

Cai Erfeng hesitated for a while and said, "Can we find a place where no one is there to talk alone?"

"Just talk here if you have something to say, I'm not interested in anything else."

Mo Wentian made a pun, expressing that he had no interest in her appearance or body at all.Moreover, Cai Qifeng didn't let her stay together, which showed that she didn't want to get too close to her.

Cai Erfeng's expression turned dark, she bit her lips lightly, and then said, "I heard from Qifeng that the eldest sister is not dead, you must be careful of her."

At this point, the two sisters are still fighting, which made Mo Wentian even more displeased, and asked coldly, "Why should I be careful about her?"

"Because she has a close relationship with the Demon Slayer Alliance, what I said is true, you must believe me."

This is somewhat possible, but Mo Wentian didn't care at all, and turned to leave.Cai Erfeng opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she couldn't say it, turned around and left with a sad expression.

Walking towards the open city gate, Zhao Moying came over and said loudly, "Master, I have found out, the temple is guarded by many Rakshasa monsters, and there are definitely treasures. Except for the temple, this secret place There are other buildings here, and there were other monsters in the past, but all the easy-to-kill ones were killed, leaving only some buildings guarded by Rakshasa monsters that have not been explored. Also, go straight ahead and cross a river. There are more Rakshasa monsters, and the Cai family don't know what's on the other side of the river."

Mo Wentian's interest was seduced, but he wanted to see what the temple was like.

They sent someone to call Patriarch Mo and Shi Ji down, and without taking anyone else, the three went straight to the nearest temple.

In front of the gate of the temple exuding ancient aura, Mo Wentian carefully looked at it. This hall is majestic and majestic, with the word "Holy Temple" written on the plaque with supreme majesty.Standing there and watching, the reliefs on the walls are lifelike, as if someone is telling ancient stories in their ears.It was the experience of a powerful mysterious god step by step from a slave, from being humiliated to being majestic and beheading every powerful enemy.

But in the last picture, this mysterious god had to bow down to a more powerful figure, lowering his noble head.

Xuanshen was also enslaved, which greatly touched Mo Wentian, and made him even more curious about what was going on in the temple.

Stepping through the open door into an empty hall, the inside is empty, except for a few human corpses and bloody footprints on the ground, there is nothing.

There were three doors on the wall at the end, two of them were open, probably opened by Cai's family before, and beside one of the opened doors lay a dead body, who had been stabbed in the back and died terribly.

"Which way?" Patriarch Mo asked.

Ordinarily, the road explored by others is relatively safe, but Mo Wentian stepped up to the unopened gate and pushed it hard.

"Squeaky..."

There was a sound like grinding teeth, and the heavy door was pushed open. As soon as Mo Wentian waved his hand, Shi Ji rushed in riding a metal skeleton dragon.

Even a metal skeleton dragon cannot fly.But it doesn't matter, its four powerful big claws moved forward, and its slender body floated up and down, occupying most of the passage behind the door.

"Gula gua la..."

Soon there was the unique cry of the Rakshasa monster, the sound of fighting the metal skeleton dragon, and the sound of piercing the air from time to time, which was the corpse girl throwing a javelin.

"Can Shi Ji do it?"

Patriarch Mo worried about asking, since he came here, he had heard about the terror of the Rakshasa monster, and he was afraid that the Corpse Ji would do something good or bad, it would be a big killer, and the loss here would be a loss.

Mo Wentian smiled confidently, "Don't worry, the Corpse Girl and the Metal Skeleton Flood Dragon may not have enough attack power, but their defense power is super strong, on par with the Demon God King."

After finishing speaking, Mo Wentian actually took out the refining furnace and began to repair the damaged zodiac signs on the spot, ignoring the battle inside.It's a pity that the Zodiac's dog-headed time magic soldier was completely damaged, and the metal crystal was completely broken, and it was only a decoration after repairing it.

After finishing his work, Mo Wentian pouted and put the nine intact metal time demon soldiers into a separate storage ring, and then threw the storage ring to Patriarch Mo, because he disliked their insufficient fighting power and could no longer follow him.

He didn't want it, but Patriarch Mo was so excited that there were nine more weapons of war in the clan, and they could be distributed to nine juniors to control, greatly increasing their strength.

Putting away the refining furnace, Mo Wentian stepped into the passage, Patriarch Mo hurriedly followed, there were many corpses of Rakshasa monsters along the way, the evil monster war spirit was released, wantonly absorbed the essence in the corpses, and Increased by one section.

Walking all the way to a new hall, Shi Ji was waiting here riding a metal skeleton dragon, and there were a few Luo Shaguai whose arms and legs had been cut off rolling on the ground, these were specially reserved for Mo Wentian.Out of his palm came the Time Knife, beheading him with one.

Looking at the Corpse Ji and the Metal Skeleton Flood Dragon, they also looked a bit miserable. The metal Flood Dragon's head was deformed, and it was covered with traces of being hacked, and it almost fell apart.

Corpse Fairy was not much stronger, the sharp blade in front of the claws was cut off, a spear point that was originally standing on the helmet disappeared, and there was a crack in the part protecting her cheek, and the armor on her body was also scattered all over her body. Slash marks.

Repairing the armor of the metal skeleton Jiaolong and Corpse Ji was just a piece of cake for Mo Wentian, he was not in a hurry, but scanned the surroundings.

There are no other entrances and exits in this hall, but there is a mural on the wall, which depicts a powerful mysterious god beheading a nine-headed monster.Upon closer inspection, the mural is composed of small inscriptions connected in series, which is a beautiful formation diagram.

Mo Wentian looked carefully, luckily he knew them all, but he didn't know how to decipher them, scratching his head and looking at Patriarch Mo with a wry smile, he shrugged and said.

"It's a waste of time, go to other passages to see!"

"You can't crack it either?"

In the eyes of Patriarch Mo, Mo Wentian has almost become omnipotent, looking at him with an exaggerated expression, a pair of big eyes almost popped out.

Mo Wentian looked at him angrily, and said gloomily, "This is the formation mural of ancient inscriptions, calligraphy and paintings. It's good if I can understand these inscriptions. It seems that something is missing, and it should be incomplete. How can I decipher it?"

After he finished speaking, he returned the same way, so Patriarch Mo had no choice but to follow, and the two of them entered the passageway with rotting corpses. Most of the Rakshasa monsters here were lured away by the Cai family, and there were only a few left. Patriarch Mo took the lead and bombarded all the way , all of them were maimed, and Mo Wentian beheaded them.As a strong man who splits the sky, he has no problem dealing with the four-armed Rakshasa monster.

At the end, there was another mural composed of inscriptions, describing the scene where countless Rakshasa monsters were kneeling down to worship that powerful mysterious god, as if they had pledged their allegiance to him.What surprised Mo Wentian was that there were many six-armed Rakshasa monsters in the murals, and there was even an eight-armed Rakshasa monster whose body was much taller than ordinary Rakshasa monsters.

Seeing this inscription mural, Mo Wentian realized a little. It seemed that it could be connected with the previous edge, but he still felt that something was missing. The missing thing was probably the last mural in the last passage.

The two came to the last passage again. There was not a Rakshasa monster here, but there were traces of a long, long time ago battle left on the walls and ground.

Entering the innermost layer of the passage, there is indeed another mural, that is the powerful mysterious god standing on a cliff peak, looking into the distance, his clothes are blown by the cold wind, lifelike, looking very desolate and lonely.

The three murals can't be connected at all, but Mo Wentian can see that they are inscriptions, which have nothing to do with the pictures, and they are all connected.

He frowned and thought hard for a long time, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, seeing the mystery.

"How to crack it?" Patriarch Mo asked impatiently.

Mo Wentian said slowly, "This requires three people to press an inscription in each mural at the same time. There can be no slight deviation, let alone a wrong press."

"At the same time? The three murals are in different places. Even if people agree on the time, it is impossible to press them at the same time! Unless they are connected with each other, where can we find the three people who are connected with each other?"

"It's easy to find!" Mo Wentian smiled.

With such a short distance, his apostles can complete it at the same time under the command of the Gorgon Witch, just clicking an inscription, which is a breeze.

Then his face became serious. What he was afraid of was that if a new passage opened, if a six-armed Rakshasa with stronger strength emerged from it, it would be a big trouble.Patriarch Mo can only guard one of the passages, and the others will be miserable.

"Are you worried about the six-armed Rakshasa?" Patriarch Mo asked after guessing the reason.

Mo Wentian nodded, this time it was Patriarch Mo's turn to smile, "Don't worry, I'll ask a few old friends for help, it's enough to deal with it."

This is something that can't be helped, the Mo family doesn't have enough sky-splitting masters, Mo Wentian is a little hesitant, fearing that this secret realm will be exposed, and when the powerhouses rush in, even he can't forcefully stop it.

Seeing his worry, Patriarch Mo continued, "I have an old partner that I can absolutely trust, and if you call Leng Baimei, that's enough."

Mo Wentian shook his head, "Although Leng Baimei is credible, but she has so many eyeliners around her, it's impossible to come alone, and the news will inevitably be exposed. Do you have anyone you can trust?"

"It's a pity that Marquis Wu'an has also entered the ladder, let me think about it..."

Patriarch Mo closed his eyes and pondered hard. He still knew a few of the Rifting Space Realm, and he hadn't entered the ladder to climb the sky. It was hard to say whether he would keep his mouth shut and not develop a greedy heart.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly he clapped his hands and said with bright eyes, "I think of a person. He is my senior brother. He has been cultivating in a hidden place for decades. We have a very good relationship. Let's go find him."

After saying that, Patriarch Mo ran away, Mo Wentian didn't even have time to stop him, seeing his lack of confidence, he acquiesced.

After carefully looking at the three murals of Yichang, making sure that there were no omissions, and finding the inscription to move, he walked out of the temple in a happy mood.

(End of this chapter)