"hiss……"

The harsh neighing sound kept coming from the white mist, and the sound wave contained sharp power, like a sword piercing deeply into the ears of Lin Bai, the cold swordsman, and the woman.

Lin Bai was more advanced in cultivation and could still withstand the impact of this sound wave, but the cold swordsman and the servants of Hongzhutang were not so lucky.

The indifferent swordsman turned pale after being shocked by the sound wave, and relied on his tenacious willpower to hold on; the Qinghuan of Hongzhutang was bleeding from all his orifices, lying weakly on the ground and howling miserably.

Amidst the sharp neighing sounds, living corpses rushed out of the white mist like raindrops, crashing desperately onto the golden light curtain in front of the temple.

Although countless living corpses smashed their bodies into pieces, they still did not stop their footsteps. More living corpses emerged from the white mist and continued to hit the light curtain.

With the lifeless impact of the living corpses, and the continuous sonic offensive of the strange corpse, the light curtain of the temple gradually dimmed, as if there would be signs of destruction at any time.

"I can't stand it anymore!" The cold swordsman resisted the sound waves while paying attention to the changes in the temple's light curtain.

"It shouldn't be." Lin Bai frowned and murmured in a low voice: "This temple is most likely the method of the master of Butian Pavilion. The temple created by this extraordinary man should not be so weak. "

Bang bang bang...

There was a deafening roar from the collision of living corpses in front of the temple.

The golden light curtain protecting the temple became darker and darker, and Lin Bai also realized that he could not hold on for much longer.

But at this moment.

The living corpses that had been frantically hitting the temple suddenly stopped, and the sharp screams coming from the white mist also stopped abruptly. The white mist that spread up the stairs gradually receded.

Changes occur again.

Lin Bai immediately opened his eyes and looked into the white mist. Without the obstruction of the black mist, Lin Bai easily saw the appearance of the corpse.

The corpse opened its mouth, as if talking, but not a single word came out.

"What is he saying?"

Lin Bai suddenly asked.

"What?" The cold swordsman was so frightened by Lin Bai's question that his face turned pale. After looking around alertly, he asked, "Are you talking to me?"

"Who said what?"

"Is there anyone else here?"

Although the cold swordsman also practiced the magic eye technique, his magic eye technique was obviously not comparable to Lin Bai's, so he could not see the strange creatures that had arrived in the white mist.

As for Lin Bai's question, it was not asked to the indifferent swordsman.

After waiting for a while, Lin Bai didn't hear an answer, so he turned back gloomily to look at the shadow of the woman emerging from the statue, and whispered, "What deal are you talking about?"

The cold swordsman was stunned when he heard this. Lin Bai actually tried to communicate with the figure emerging from the statue?

But something happened next that made the cold swordsman's scalp numb.

The phantom of the god actually responded to Lin Bai.

"They... want the three of you..." An ethereal and cold female voice echoed quietly in the empty and quiet temple.

There was a cold aura in his tone, like ten thousand years of ice, which made both Lin Bai and the cold swordsman couldn't help but tremble.

"Can she speak?" The cold swordsman was shocked. He drew out his long sword and looked at the woman's silhouette warily.

The goddess-like woman was able to speak, which was something Lin Bai suddenly remembered.

When Lin Bai came to the temple before, he had some vague conclusions.

In today's martial arts world, few people would build temples in the wilderness.

Only in ancient times, when the human race was weak, would the human race build temples to worship certain powerful beings in order to seek shelter.

But as the human race gradually grew, things like worshiping in temples gradually disappeared. Today, only the two major sects, Buddhism and Taoism, still have similar traditions.

But they no longer worship other powerful beings. Whether it is the temples in Buddhism or Taoism, the people worshiped in them are the powerful people who have died in their respective sects.

The art of worship used by Buddhism and Taoism is no longer about worshiping gods, but the "art of faith" that has been transformed from it, also called "the art of incense".

Within Buddhism and Taoism, the statues of gods in certain temples have been blessed by the wishes of all living beings after being worshiped for a long time. Through long-term nurturing, they can achieve enlightenment and give birth to spiritual wisdom.

But this kind of thing has always been rare.

Moreover, Taoism and Buddhism also have some regulations, and generally do not allow statues of gods to breed spiritual wisdom.

Therefore, within the Taoist and Buddhist sects, whenever the aspiration power of living beings reaches a certain level, the Taoist and Buddhist masters will use secret methods to draw away the aspiration power of all living beings and use it for practice.

Only a temple like this one hundred thousand feet underground, without the management of Taoism or Buddhism, and after a long period of changes, coupled with the wishes of many sentient beings, can it develop some spiritual wisdom.

After Lin Bai thought about this clearly, he was already sure... the woman appearing on the statue must be a strange creature that was conceived, and she must have the ability to speak.

After all, this temple is most likely the work of the Master of Butian Pavilion, and has undergone tens of millions of years of changes. Even if not many warriors come here to worship and worship, the faith accumulated thousands of years ago, It was enough for her to give birth to spiritual intelligence.

"You want three of us? Why?" Lin Bai asked in confusion.

The voice of the goddess-like woman is still ethereal, neither sad nor happy, without any emotional color, as if she is a god who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

"The old demon in the fog sea seems to have sensed something, and he is eager to eat a lot of blood to restore his strength and get out of the fog sea."

The goddess woman gave two simple explanations.

"Sea of ​​fog?" When the cold swordsman heard this place, he was a little stunned and asked: "What place is the sea of ​​fog?"

Compared with the indifferent swordsman, Lin Bai was more concerned about the origin of the old demon in Wuhai, so he asked: "What is the origin of that old demon?"

"He was a great supernatural being who fell here in ancient times. His soul was destroyed, leaving half of his body behind. It fell under the boundless ground. After countless years of absorbing the energy of the earth's veins, he developed a trace of spiritual wisdom. .”

"It took hundreds of thousands of years of hard work to achieve such earth-shaking magical powers!"

Lin Bai was shocked when he heard this, and his face was extremely ugly.

For such a powerful old demon, how could Lin Bai and the others be his opponents?

But another question popped up in Lin Bai's mind.

"Haha, it seems that after I came to Jiuyou City, I seemed to like asking questions?" Lin Bai gave a self-deprecating smile and asked the question.

"Is he so powerful? Does Jiuyou City just ignore it?"

"Or...doesn't the Nine Nether Demon Palace just care about it?"

The temple woman replied: "One hundred thousand years ago, the Holy King once suppressed him." (End of Chapter)