Douluo's myth of Haotian

The white-gold Mist Temple stands deep in the ruins of the Mist Sect, exuding a sacred and immortal aura.

Zihan quickly caught up with Tang Bufan and walked side by side with him.

"Brother Tang, I saw that lake. It's crystal clear. This is probably Qingshui Lake. Have you already guessed that this is the ancestral land of our Ye family?"

Tang Bufan said calmly: "Yes, that's what I guessed in my heart, but are you sure this is the ancestral land of your Ye family? I remember that your Ye family no longer knew the ancestral land."

Ye Zihan smiled bitterly, "I have to give it a try. At least this place is the closest to the one described in the White Jade Palace by Qingshui Lake!"

"So, I brought you here this time, but I didn't expect that the sect master had other plans. However, we are all members of the Haotian Sect. Who can get the inheritance depends on your luck!"

After saying that, Tang Bufan quickly came to the Mist Temple.

At this moment, the second elder and others had been at the Mist Temple for a while and were looking around.

After a while, everyone gathered at the main entrance of the hall.

Under Xiao Qi's urging, Tang Bufan mobilized all his soul power and pushed forward with both hands.

The platinum-gold main entrance of the hall was motionless. Tang Bufan roared angrily, and the second soul ring behind him lit up. He used his second soul skill to enhance Bai Bai's power. He still didn't believe that he couldn't even open a door.

However, God seemed to be against him. He pushed for five minutes, but the white-gold door showed no sign of opening.

In front of the Mist Temple, Tang Long and others showed shocked expressions.

How heavy this door was actually stumped Tang Bufan.They knew very well how powerful Tang Bufan was, he was definitely at the Soul Saint level.

But despite all his efforts, he didn't push open a door. How is this possible?

If he couldn't push away, how could they push away?

Behind, the second elder showed a surprised expression in his eyes. It was interesting. It was indeed the palace gate of a god. It was not incomprehensible that it was heavy.

A minute later, Tang Bufan retreated dejectedly.

"Second Elder Grandpa, it's useless to be extraordinary. I'm afraid only you can open this door!"

The second elder smiled and said, "Xiaofan, take a rest and let me try it!"

After speaking, the second elder stepped forward and stretched out his hands in front of everyone's expectant eyes.

1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes, the door still didn't move.

The second elder's face couldn't help but turn red, this was so embarrassing.

Taking a deep breath, nine gorgeous soul rings emerged from his body, exuding a huge pressure. Tang Bufan and the others quickly retreated. Even Xiao Qi had a look of fear in his eyes, which showed that he had cultivated Hunyuan. How powerful the second elder of Gong is.

However, no matter how hard the second elder tried, the door of the Martial Temple remained motionless and did not open.

Tang Bufan's eyes kept turning. The second elder was a level 94 titled Douluo, and his martial spirit was the Clear Sky Hammer known for its strength. If even he couldn't push open the door of the Mist Temple, maybe even the sect leader might not be able to push it open.

No, there must be something wrong in this?Is the method wrong?Or are you pushing the wrong person?

Tang Bufan fell into deep thought.

Tang Ming whispered, "Tang Feng, do you think our trip was in vain? Even the boss and the second elder couldn't push the door open, and we couldn't push it open without even thinking."

It was these words that woke up the dreamer. Listening to Tang Ming's words, Tang Bufan, who was deep in thought, suddenly realized that it was possible that only those recognized by the God of Fog would open this door.

Tang Bufan glanced at everyone one by one, "Brother Tang Long, each of you, go forward and try to see if you can push the door open?"

The second elder was a little puzzled, "Xiaofan, you let them push it away? How can they push it away with their strength?"

"Grandpa Second Elder, I think it's not that we are not strong enough to push this door open, but that we have not been recognized by the God of Mist. It is estimated that only the successors chosen by the God of Mist can push the door open, so let them try. Let's do it! Is there anything to lose anyway?" Tang Bufan was confident and believed in his own speculation more and more.

The second elder thought about it carefully and finally agreed with his point of view.

Later, Tang Long, Tang Ming, Tang Feng, Qingshan, and Qingyu tried it one after another. The results were no different from them, and the door remained motionless.

Now only Zihan, who is the weakest, is left, and she is the only one who has not tried it yet.

Tang Bufan's eyes lit up, he was the most optimistic about Zi Han among the six.

Zihan stepped forward step by step, feeling extremely uneasy.

Arriving at the main entrance of the hall, Zihan summoned her Wu Wuhun, and three soul rings, two yellow and one purple, rose from her feet.

She took a deep breath, activated the Hunyuan Gong, gathered her soul power into her hands and pushed forward hard.

Something shocking happened. There was only a squeaking sound, and the white-gold door was opened, and Ye Zihan fell directly in.

When everyone reacted, the door closed automatically.

Qingshan and Qingyu rushed forward immediately and pushed the door hard, but no matter how hard they tried, it was to no avail.

Tang Bufan said calmly: "Brother Qingshan, Qingyu, don't waste your efforts, sit down and have a good rest!"

Qingshan was a little anxious, "But what should Zihan do?"

Tang Bufan said meaningfully: "Don't worry about her safety. If my guess is correct, she should have waited for the recognition of the God of Fog and became his inheritor. Maybe she is accepting the inheritance now?"

Inside the Mist Temple, Zihan was looking carefully at the main hall.

This is a white-gold hall, with countless ancient scenes carved on the walls, which seem to record long-lasting secrets.Unfortunately, Zihan was attracted by a square altar in the center of the hall.

There was a white-gold light curtain surrounding the altar. An unpredictable fog on the altar kept rolling in the light curtain, showing various strange phenomena, attracting Ye Zihan to keep walking towards the altar.

As for the light curtain on the altar, it was useless and could not stop Ye Zihan from moving forward.Soon Ye Zihan was submerged in the fog.

Outside, Tang Bufan suddenly felt palpitations.The next moment, the Mist Temple suddenly erupted with divine light, and then slowly rose into the sky in their shocked eyes. Then a large amount of thick fog came from nowhere, flooding the area in an instant.

This wasn't over yet, the thick fog continued to spread around, covering the entire foggy forest in less than an hour.

In the God Realm, deep in an area shrouded in thick fog, a mysterious man laughed heartily, "It has been so many years, but no descendant has activated the power of the God of Fog. I am already desperate. Unexpectedly! Hmph!" , they all thought that I, the God of Fog, was just a third-level god, but little did they know that I just didn’t want to expose my strength, haha!”