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"Another one died."

In a nondescript room in the depths of the temple, the gray-haired old man said without any fluctuations in his tone.

He was sitting in front of an old stone table. In front of him was a chaotic void. There were countless jade tablets floating in the void. They shone like stars in the dark.Each jade card has a spiritual sense attached to it, and each spiritual sense is tied to a monk in the temple. At the moment the white-haired old man spoke, there was exactly one jade card " With a bang, it shattered into fine dust.

The same dust has accumulated a small pool on the ground.

The old man opened the book in front of him, as if he didn't need to think at all, he directly turned to one of the pages.

"In a chaotic place, Wanhe, a monk in the main hall, dies."

After he finished speaking, a blood-red horizontal line slowly appeared on Wanhe's name. All the resources belonging to Wanhe before his death became unowned in an instant after the horizontal line appeared.

Obviously, Wanhe's mission failed.

The old man stared at the puddle of dust on the ground for a while, his expression seemed to fluctuate for a moment, but he quickly returned to calm.

A moment later, another jade tablet shattered.

This time the old man simply said: "The place of chaos, Zhao Tianyi, the resident cultivator of the branch hall, die."

News of Zhao Tianyi's death at this level is not even worth letting him take a second look.

He didn't say anything, and he didn't do anything. He just continued to sit behind the table, silent like a clay sculpture.The old man's eyes are always open, but the pupils are completely cloudy, just like the void in front of him, and not even a ray of light can penetrate inside.

Time passed by without a break, but the old man's sitting posture did not change at all, and he never even blinked his eyes.Over time, people had an illusion, as if the old man had been sitting behind this table since eternity, and would continue to sit here until eternity.

After a long time, the old man's body moved slightly.

He raised his head, frowned in a rare way, looked at the jade plaques floating in the room in front of him, and let out a "huh" in surprise.

Following his sound, the jade tokens in the void suddenly shook violently, and then "cracked, crackled" a series of sounds, and more than ten pieces exploded one after another!

The old man suddenly stood up from the table!

"Who killed so many people in my temple?!" He yelled, and slapped the table heavily. The book lying flat on the table rattled automatically without wind, and its pages turned quickly like waves. Stopping in front of the old man, the old man took a look, and said in a deep voice: "The place of chaos, Li Qi, the resident cultivator of the branch hall, dies."

"In a chaotic place, Zhou Wushan, the resident monk in the branch hall, died."

"In a chaotic place, Lu He, the resident monk in the branch hall, dies."

……

As a series of blood-red horizontal lines passed, the names of the monks were painted in dazzling blood red, and the expression on the old man's face gradually became ugly.When he finally finished reading the name, he quickly reached out to pick up the book. After flipping through it for a while, he couldn't help himself, and slammed the innocent book in his hand on the table.

"The monks sent by my temple to the chaotic place are not even one in ten!" He said angrily, almost going into a rage, but he picked up the book again after speaking, and carefully looked at it for fear that he might make a mistake. His wrist trembled slightly: "Too much bullying, too much bullying, among the many monks sent to the chaotic place in the temple, only Zhang Wei and Wu Ba are left—"

Before the words fell, there were two more "pops" and "pops" in the void not far away.

The old man froze completely in place.

He opened his mouth uncontrollably, and said every word clearly: "In the chaotic place, Zhang Wei, the resident monk in the branch hall, dies."

"In a chaotic place, Wu Ba, the resident monk in the branch hall, died."

Two horizontal lines were heavily scratched on their names, as if they were drawn too quickly, and a few drops of ink were spilled on both sides of the page. At a glance, it looked like dripping blood, extremely dazzling.

The only two remaining members of the temple in the chaotic land unexpectedly died at the same time at the same moment!

"How dare you bully me like this!" The old man stared straight at the page, as if the page was the murderer who killed them. The muscles on his face were slightly distorted, and he didn't have the demeanor of sitting on Mount Tai before. tolerance.

How many years!

For many years, the temple has never suffered such a big loss!

Without thinking too much, the old man quickly thought of the commonality of the people who died today: they all died in a chaotic place.

And what's in the land of chaos?What could kill these people?

... those messy forces that rise today and perish tomorrow?

No, the temples of these forces don't look down on them at all, and it is absolutely impossible for them to have the strength to kill these monks.If there were only one or two monks who died, it might be possible to achieve it through secret methods such as sneak attacks, but since so many people have been killed, it is not something ordinary people can do.

Only the Galactic Empire has a record of killing monks of this level.

Combined with the order in which the jade cards were broken, it is undoubtedly the Galactic Empire who made the move: the monks like Wan He who participated in the hunt died first, then Zhao Tianyi who cooperated with the action, and then the one who was farther away who had not participated in the hunt The monks stationed in the temple... The old man never imagined that a mere mortal country would really dare to act so boldly. Not only dared to resist and kill the envoy of the temple, but also had the courage to kill the people stationed in the chaos. The monks of the sub-temple of the earth!

This is simply a slap in the face of the temple!

The old man was so angry that he was shaking all over. He shattered the table with a bang, stepped into the void, and was about to release his consciousness to rush to the chaotic place to teach those bold lunatics a lesson, but unexpectedly, just as his consciousness left his body, , he sensed an intoxicating misty fairy air.

"This... this is..." The old man suddenly forgot his original purpose.

He raised his head in disbelief, looking in the direction of the chaotic land, the expression on his face fluctuated, and finally fixed on the uncontrollable ecstasy.

"It's a fairy weapon! It's really a fairy weapon!" the old man said excitedly to himself.The jade tablet powder left by the monks after their death is still piled up on the ground at this moment. The wind blowing in from outside the door spreads it shallowly on the ground. It looks white and miserable. It looked extremely desolate and sad, but no one noticed it at this time.

The minds of the high-level people in the temple have been completely occupied by the news of the fairy artifact.

After only half a day, Gu Qingxuan's hidden position had to be moved back several hundred meters, because the area of ​​several hundred meters ahead was already full of monks from the temple.

"It's almost there."

When estimating that the number of people was approaching the upper limit that this trap could accommodate, Gu Qingxuan decisively mobilized the first formation engraved on the main hall, only to hear a rumbling sound like thunder, and an incomparably dazzling flame flew from the depths of the temple. As soon as it came out, it exploded in all directions like fireworks, and amidst the exclamation of the monks in the temple, a huge translucent light shield was formed, which firmly enveloped the hall.

The monks who came late were blocked by the light mask, and they all beat their chests and stamped their feet as they looked at the people inside.

The monks who had already entered the inside of the mask smiled triumphantly.

"Brother Gu! When I get a chance here, I will definitely support you when I return to the temple!" Someone shouted towards the outside of the mask, and that "Brother Gu" was the one who was stopped outside.His face was red and white, and under the pity and mocking eyes of the people in the mask, he stomped his feet and shouted regardless: "Who knows if this is a chance? There has never been a record in this hall or temple. !Maybe there are some alien beasts in the starry sky hidden inside, and when you go in, you will all be treated by that alien beast as your own food!"

"Presumptuous!" The monks inside the mask were furious, and several sword lights rushed out of the mask, obviously intending to teach "Brother Gu" a lesson. "Brother Gu"'s face turned pale at first, and after he saw that Jian Guang was completely incinerated by the mask, his expression returned to his normal indifference.

"Did you see, you can't get out now! You said this is not a trap?"

He said loudly, but he didn't realize that others looked at him as if they were looking at some fool.

"Only places that deliberately select inheritors will limit the number of entrants like this." Someone beside him slowly said: "If this is really a trap, the more people enter, the more the purpose of the trap can be achieved? "

"This..." As soon as these words came out, "Brother Gu" turned pale, and he looked into the mask, revealing a look of envy and jealousy.

Just at this moment, there was a flash of blue light above the main hall, and an inscription purely made of spiritual energy suddenly appeared out of thin air, floating in front of everyone.

This time, no one paid any attention to the people outside the mask. They all flocked to the monument, wanting to see what was written on the monument.

"In an hour, the fire from the sky will descend, and those who do not enter the palace will be left to die.

This is the first pass, the initial training. "

A monk who was close to him recited the words on the inscription loudly. Someone next to him heard him recite, and raised his head curiously to look at it. After seeing the inscription clearly, he was surprised: "What kind of ghost words! Can't recognize it? You... how did you read it?!"

"This is the language used by ancient comprehensionists who have been lost for many years!" A knowledgeable person read it and said, "Even in our temple, there are very few masters who can recognize this kind of language, and most of them are cultivators. Seniors who have reached the Golden Core Stage and Nascent Soul Stage. People like Brother Pei who can read and write while still building their foundations are truly talented."

"No, no, I was just lucky enough to recognize one or two words." The "Brother Pei" who read the inscription had a complacent expression on his face, but a gloomy light flashed in his eyes.

Since I can recognize ancient characters, it is of full use value to those people in the temple who have never dabbled in miscellaneous knowledge. Presumably someone will find him soon and take him into the hall.

The opportunity to enter the ruins of the cave mansion may only be once in his life, and he must absolutely, absolutely not let it go!

He thought firmly, his hands clenched into fists.

The name of this "Brother Pei" is Pei Anyuan. He is a direct descendant of an elder in the temple. He received some elite education when he was a child. He is a dragon among men, a genius among his peers, and he was really high-spirited at that time.It's a pity that people don't have a hundred days, and flowers don't have a hundred days. During a power struggle inside the temple, the elder of his family was on the wrong team, and unfortunately encountered a black hole when he was on a mission with his sons. , struggled to no avail, and died unexpectedly.

The Pei family is an unpromising family, and the descendants are basically useless, so they rely on an old ancestor to support them.Once the ancestor fell, he took away only a few outstanding descendants, including Pei Anyuan's father, and the Pei family soon fell into irreversible rapid decline.

Pei Anyuan's talent is not that outstanding, he was able to build a foundation for a young man thanks to the small stove opened by his ancestor. After the ancestor fell, his status has plummeted along with the Pei family, and now he has been reduced to the bottom of the temple.Back then, Pei Anyuan was also raised by the stars, how could he endure the situation now, he was always thinking about turning over.

Turn over!How to turn over!

The competition in the temple is so cruel, how can the Pei family, whose backbone has been removed, stand up again!

Can only rely on chance.

Only by chance!

Pei Anyuan silently thought about how he should enter the hall, how to gain trust, how to seize the opportunity to get one or two treasures that can change the fate of the family...

He didn't realize that a hidden figure had approached him quietly.

The void around the monument suddenly fluctuated extremely quickly.

"What's the matter... I seem to see someone passing by?"

A cultivator with keen senses looked around, Gu Qingxuan smiled slightly, and said calmly: "Maybe you read it wrong, I didn't notice anyone passing by."

"Really." The cultivator frowned, examined carefully for a while, but found nothing after all, so he could only sigh and say, "I probably really misread it."

He turned his head and looked at Gu Qingxuan with a smile: "By the way, Brother Pei, according to the rules, after entering the main hall, the people in the temple need to be divided into different teams. Would you like to join my team? My master Ru Yang Daoist, he will lead us in at the entrance of the hall later!"

Gu Qingxuan's body was covered with a thin layer of mist, and in the eyes of the rest of the monks, he looked exactly like that Pei Anyuan.

"Pei Anyuan" thought for a moment, and said decisively: "I will stick to my wish, I dare not ask for it."

"Hahahahaha, Brother Pei is indeed very knowledgeable and talented, and he speaks in a polite manner!" The monk laughed, and asked Gu Qingxuan to introduce his team members to him, but Gu Qingxuan avoided it calmly. His hand walked over with him.

The real Pei Anyuan was lying on the spot at this time, unconsciously surrounded by the invisible magic weapon. There were obviously temple monks standing around, but for some reason, no one took a second look at the place where he fell.

"Come on, Brother Pei, this is the rest of our team."

The monk enthusiastically introduced it to Gu Qingxuan, while Gu Qingxuan was listening, he tapped lightly in mid-air a few times with his fingers.

The mask covering the periphery of the hall slowly shrunk a bit.