There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

Nie Wushuang could see it clearly.

In the hall, with the uniform chanting of scriptures, red mist rose from the heads of everyone, even outsiders like Xu Yue, and gathered together and cast towards the statue of the Red Emperor on the altar.

Afterwards, another red light rose from the head of the statue, penetrated the roof beams, and continued upward.

He quietly exited the hall and came to the outside of the hall.

I saw that above each temple, there was a red light rising, in the air, connected like a spider web, and cast towards the huge statue on the top of the mountain, as if swallowed by a black hole, and dissipated without a trace.

No matter how many red lights there were, it was the same.

"What a spectacular scene!"

"Unfortunately, this is the last masterpiece!"

A faint sigh came from the side.

Nie Wushuang turned his head.

Miaohua Zhenren stood beside him, his feet not touching the ground, almost wanting to ride the wind back.

Now, he was only a shadow, floating like a paper man, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, only his eyes were still bright, and the faint light and shadow flickered on him.

Nie Wushuang knew that he didn't have much time left.

Miaohua looked up at the statue of the Red Emperor on the top of the mountain, his eyes were complicated and difficult to understand.

"At this time, there should have been a pillar of light that went straight into the sky, escaped into the Sun Palace in the Red Cloud Heaven, and was dedicated to the Red Emperor... That pillar of light was the faith incense that thousands of disciples of my Great Sun Jinwu Sect had collected after ten years."

"However..."

Miaohua sighed again.

Nie Wushuang didn't support him.

In his opinion, Miaohua didn't need him to support him. Now that he was about to disappear between heaven and earth, he just wanted to talk, but he happened to be standing in front of him and could communicate with him.

"It's been a hundred years!"

"Every ten years of prayer meetings, Chixiatian cannot be opened and Chidi's response can be obtained. The collected incense can only be stored in the statue. After all, there is a shadow of Chidi and a wisp of the divine fire of the three-legged golden crow here."

"But..."

At this time, Miaohua's eyes flashed with a trace of fear.

He stared at the statue of Chidi on the top of the mountain. The light and shadow on his body became more and more vague, and his figure was almost transparent. It was only one step away from disappearing.

"It's started..."

He still stared at the statue on the top of the mountain, muttering to himself.

A great fear appeared on his face.

This kind of horror was like a substance, transmitted through Nie Wushuang's sight into his sea of ​​consciousness. At that moment, he was almost powerless to resist, but the wisp of divine fire in his sea of ​​consciousness flew out a phantom of a three-legged golden crow.

Crow cry!

The terror dissipated and disappeared!

Nie Wushuang looked away and looked at the top of the mountain like Miaohua.

On the top of the mountain, the huge statue of the Red Emperor was originally filled with colorful light, with red being the most prominent.

However, at this moment.

All the light dissipated, leaving only the darkness like a black hole.

The darkness was just a dot at first, appearing between the brows of the statue, and then spreading out in an instant, rushing all the way, swallowing up and melting all the light, including the seemingly overbearing red light.

Pollution?

Corrosion?

"Hahaha..."

Miaohua laughed miserably.

There were tears in his laughter.

Red tears slid from his eyes that were about to become empty, fell to the ground, and burned like wildfire.

"The Red Emperor is gone!"

"The Red Emperor has disappeared!"

"The Five Decays of Heavenly Beings!"

"The Five Decays of Heavenly Beings!"

"An evil god from outer space has stolen the godhood of the Supreme Red Emperor!"

"The sky is falling!"

Miaohua danced with joy and shouted crazily. He was about to completely vanish and be swallowed by darkness...

Finally, he turned his head and stared at Nie Wushuang.

At that moment, he seemed to have a brief moment of clarity.

He seemed to want to say something, but the words turned into a sigh.

With this sigh, the whole figure completely dissipated in the wind and disappeared without a trace.

Nie Wushuang pursed his lips.

His lips were too dry.

The words said by the crazy Miaohua contained too much information and were too shocking. For a moment, Nie Wushuang couldn't digest them.

He couldn't help but think of Miaohua's words not long ago.

You have taken over the inheritance of the Great Sun Jinwu Sect, and you have also taken over this cause and effect. I don't know if this matter is a blessing or a curse for you?

What is the so-called cause and effect?

Involving the Five Decays of Heavenly Beings!

Evil God from Beyond Heaven!

Taking a deep breath, Nie Wushuang clenched his fists.

Even if he had known that this cause and effect was so great, he would still have taken the inheritance of the Great Sun Golden Crow Sect. To put it bluntly, he was not qualified to choose now. As the saying goes, weakness is the original sin.

If he could become stronger, even if there were many crises ahead...

So what!

When a man dies, the bird flies to the sky, and he will live forever!

Next, he collected his mind and continued to watch.

What kind of unfolding is watching a huge sect collapse in an instant!

The black gas spread from the statue to the top of the mountain, and then from the top of the mountain to the mountainside, and continued to go down, like a tide that submerged the foot of the mountain.

Nie Wushuang's eyebrows flashed.

The phantom of the three-legged golden crow jumped out and circled around him.

The red light protected his whole body. The black gas came to his side, just like the river water encountering a reef, it naturally bypassed him and continued to move forward.

In an instant, the world was dark.

Only Nie Wushuang was shining with red light, like a lighthouse on the dark sea, shining alone.

At that time, the world was silent. In the endless darkness, he could only hear his own breathing.

Silence?

Is that it?

After an unknown amount of time, the darkness dissipated.

The sun passed over the courtyard wall and into his eyes. There were green bamboo branches swaying in the wind, making a rustling sound.

A small courtyard, a low temple.

I'm back!

This is the Taoist temple in the real world.

"Get out!"

A roar sounded in the temple.

"Boom!"

A person flew through the wall.

The person fell to the ground, rolled, and rolled to Nie Wushuang's feet.

Nie Wushuang lowered his head. He knew this person. It was Gu Yang, the martial arts instructor. At this time, there was a big hole in his armor and his inner shirt. Not only that, there was also a big hole in his exposed chest and abdomen, and he could faintly see the white bones and beating internal organs.

At the same time, his left hand had disappeared and was cut off by a sharp blade.

At this time, blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain, all over the ground, and in an instant, several small blood puddles were formed.

For ordinary people, even internal force martial artists, if they were injured like this, they would not be far from death.

However...

Gu Yang seemed to think that those injuries had nothing to do with him. He struggled to get up, but he couldn't get up with one hand on the ground. His hand softened and he fell to the ground. Since he couldn't get up, he didn't get up. He dug the ground with one hand and struggled to crawl forward little by little.

Like a worm.

"Mine!"

"All mine!"

With his face covered in blood, he stared at the temple in front of him, his eyes were crazy, and he kept repeating those two sentences.

What's going on?

Crazy?

Nie Wushuang frowned slightly.

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