Fighting the Martial Universe

Chapter 1491

"Then go find the evil thing first, you follow me."

Zhan Feilong said.

Zhang Mofan held Meng'er's small hand and signaled her not to be nervous.

The three of them were far away from the miraculous energy tower. After a while, they discovered that there was a huge palace on the main peak.

On the palace plaque, the three words "Ye Mo Temple" were carved.

"Ye Mo Temple? What kind of palace is this? The hall was named after such a strange name."

Zhang Mofan said to himself.

Zhan Feilong looked at the palace, and could also recognize the three words on it, saying: "Usually it can be named after a person, this person must have made some contribution to this barren gate, or this person has achieved a very high achievement. ."

"Oh?"

Zhang Mofan was slightly startled and said, "Should we go in and have a look?"

"Then go in and have a look."

The three of them directly entered the "Ye Mo Temple".

This hall was very empty, and the pillars inside were broken indefinitely, with signs of fracture everywhere, and there were many remains of human warriors lying there.

In this, apart from a human-shaped statue in front, nothing else is complete.

"This statue, the so-called "Ye Mo", is nothing remarkable. Compared with the prince, it is not worth mentioning. Someone actually built a palace for him alone."

Zhan Feilong shook his head.

On the contrary, it was Zhang Mofan. Seeing the statue, he felt a little familiar. It seemed that he had dreamed of a man who was somewhat similar to this statue.

"Nothing great? The only thing in this hall that remains intact is this statue. The material made of the statue is obviously very common. Why didn't the evil things destroy it?"

Zhang Mofan sneered.

Zhan Feilong was speechless for a while, and said, "Do you still think there is something special about this statue? I would like to see what is special about him."

With that said, Zhan Feilong rushed directly and slapped it.

However, when his palm blasted in front of the statue, a black light suddenly emitted from the surface of the statue, spreading out, and shaking Zhanfeilong back again and again, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"What's the matter?"

Zhan Feilong said in surprise.

"This is a statue of a god!"

Mengmeng explained: "Don't look at this statue as ordinary, but it contains the power of the god. I heard that there was a **** statue in the Qin Dynasty."

"Is that an idol?"

Zhan Feilong didn't believe it, and said: "The statue of the Qin Dynasty is carved from gold and jade. This statue is ordinary and cannot be compared with the statue of the Qin Dynasty."

"Furthermore, the idol contains the power of the gods, which can shelter one party. If this is really an idol, this barren gate cannot be destroyed by evil things."

The idols can indeed shelter one party, with idols guarding them, and any power will be as solid as gold.

Unless the gods make it themselves.

The Qin Dynasty had a statue of God.

The idol is still there, and the dynasty is immortal.

Zhang Mofan guessed: "Perhaps, that **** is already dead, so this **** image no longer possesses that kind of power."

Qinghuo Zhisheng had seen an idol before, but that idol didn't even have a trace of power.

Later, Qinghuo Zhisheng went to frantically read the classics, and finally understood.

Once the gods fall, the power of the gods will slowly dissipate, and finally become an ordinary statue.

"Even the **** of refuge has fallen. No wonder this sect will be destroyed."

Zhan Feilong smiled, and was not interested in staying here anymore, could not help but said: "Let's go, look for evil things."

Zhang Mofan said: "I killed a leader of the evil thing before, and tortured some information from him. I know where the evil thing is, come with me."

When the three of people came out of the main hall, they bypassed the main hall and moved forward, preparing to go to a hall deep in the main peak.

Zhang Mofan knew that an altar was set up in the main hall to resurrect the black-clothed Erro.

And a large number of Ecuadorian fighters gathered in that hall.

They also knew that only by waiting for the resurrection of Ero in black could they take them and leave from the barren gate.

Zhang Mofan took the two of them from one mountain to another. However, as soon as he was about to fly, he felt a strong pressure descending from the sky.

Zhan Feilong's face changed slightly, and with a big hand, the powerful holy power poured out, condensing a big hand, directly pulling Zhang Mofan back.

"This main peak is really not easy. It actually has such a strong pressure. If you accidentally fall from the mountain, I'm afraid you will fall alive."

Zhang Mofan's face showed a look of fear.

The oppressive force is very strong, and I am afraid that it would be very difficult for the saint to fly this mountain to the opposite mountain.

Mengmeng walked aside and said, "Xiao Fan, there is a chain bridge over there, but it has been cut off."

"Hahahaha!"

However, at this moment, a wild laugh came from the opposite mountain.

Zhang Mofan looked over, faintly, and found a figure, surprisingly Zhao Song.

"I cut off the chain bridge. You can't make it through. All the treasures in this mountain are mine."

Zhao Song looked at the three people on the opposite side and laughed frantically: "I asked you to treat me as cannon fodder. Unfortunately, there is no road to human beings. God did not abandon me, and made me where I am today."

He knew that the mountain he was on was the true core mountain of the Desolation Gate, and no one knew how many treasures there were.

"Black soul boy, you are looking for death."

Zhan Feilong shouted angrily, holding a holy treasure long sword in his hand, and with a sudden wave, a sword light tore away directly.

Zhao Song's expression changed, just about to dodge, but seeing the sword light passing through the mountain stream, he was suppressed weakly by the force of suppression. In addition, the two mountain peaks were separated by at least a hundred feet, and the sword light could not fly at all. In front of Zhao Song.

Zhao Song breathed a sigh of relief and said, "How can it be so easy to kill me?"

Zhang Mofan frowned ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The chain bridge was chopped off, and they had some difficulty in getting there.

Zhang Mofan raised his eyes to look at Zhao Song and saw that there was still a smile on Zhao Song's face. Then he looked behind Zhao Song again and couldn't help but smile: "Zhao Song, you cut the iron lock bridge, don't you also return Can't it? You are self-disciplined."

"Self-cut retreat? Anyway, I can't go back to Zhou Yuanjie, just stay here, use the resources here to practice, and wait until the cultivation reaches the sacred level, maybe I will find a way back someday."

Zhao Song laughed.

"Then look what's behind you?"

Zhang Mofan said.

Zhao Song disagreed and said, "What can be behind me? There is nothing behind me, it's empty."

As he spoke, he turned around naturally, and immediately saw that a respectable Ecuadorian warrior, each holding a slasher in his hand, slowly walked over.

(End of this chapter)