The Bald Monk in the City

Chapter 496: Frozen Sight (Two Updates!)

Yi Qiu stood above the evil wind, and he has now escaped from the enveloping range of the black beam of light.

But that wasn't the reason for him to stop. What made him stop was the beam of light in front of him that was mixed with golden light of luck and black light of disaster.

Yi Qiu felt a trace of familiarity from the beam of light, somewhat like the divine power of a god.

But it is very thin, and there seems to be a disgusting fishy smell in the blur.

This attracted Yi Qiu's interest, and he guessed that it might be some kind of divine creature, or some kind of more evil existence.

Yi Qiu looked back at the black beam of light symbolizing the legendary ghost, which seemed to be slowly expanding its domain.

Or maybe it was moving towards him?

Yi Qiu thought for a while, but temporarily ignored it.

If it didn't work, he used the centipede tattoo on his hand to teleport away.

Although here he can't use the consciousness of the plane to achieve the effect of opening the vision of the plane.

But the area he walked through can still be teleported directly.

At his speed, these days have already taken him across a large area of ​​the spirit world.

As long as he uses Shrink the Ground to Inch, it is enough for him to avoid the pursuit of the legendary ghost.

With this in mind, Yi Qiu turned his attention to the scene below.

Is that...a temple?

Yi Qiu stared carefully at the things under the beam of light, it seemed to be a lonely temple with a simple shape.

There are no other temples around, only one temple with a relatively complete structure stands on the barren land of the spirit world.

It seems that there is some invisible thing interfering with Yi Qiu's vision, making him unable to fully see the images inside.

It can only be seen that it is a large enough temple, other than that, there is no other meaningful information.

Yi Qiu didn't fly over it rashly, it wasn't too long before the evil wind was dispelled last time.

Although it didn't cause any harm to him, he was still a little embarrassed.

Yi Qiu looked down for a while, only to find that there was a team of players outside the temple watching his area vigilantly.

The black mist of Chi You Banner's shielding from detection is not only on the physical level, but more based on the special power of Chi You's blood.

This is the inheritance of Chiyou's bloodline, and it will naturally have some characteristics of Chiyou's bloodline.

There are 4 players in total, a warrior with a big sword, a guy in leather armor who looks like a rogue, a player like a mage, and one... drow?

Not all drow are evil, but as far as the base of drow is concerned, the proportion of good drow is really not high.

Many intelligent races have an almost stubborn impression of drow: evil, greedy, and cunning.

However, there are also some human beings who have an incomprehensible fanatical preference for these black skins, which probably has an inseparable relationship with drow's profligate personal life.

Yi Qiu naturally has no interest in this, he does not judge the other party roughly by race or occupation, he prefers to lean towards his own intuition and judgment.

Four evil men...

Yi Qiu straightened the Book of Exaltation - Page 1537 at his waist, and the glaring scarlet light below clearly expressed their camp.

Sometimes, there is nothing wrong with using some magic props...

Yi Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he was thinking about how to wipe out the opponent more smoothly, a strange change suddenly occurred in that ancient temple...

Om...

Something seemed to vibrate silently in the air, and the invisible shield that originally covered the ancient temple also dissipated in the air.

Suddenly, the scene in front of the ancient temple appeared naked in front of everyone:

It was a road of death made of bones and corpses, and the mottled sword marks still told their last madness.

The erosion of the power of purgatory is not from the bottom to the top, the first objects it affects are these gods who hold the authority of the plane.

Go! There's no time for that stuff now!

The captain with a big sword rushed into the avenue in front of the ancient temple first, and the corpses on the ground were crushed into powder by his heavy steps.

And as he moved, the team members behind looked at each other and followed him.

Now is not the time to hesitate.

Benefits and dangers are interdependent twins.

The seemingly harmless honey in this world often has sharp hooks only after it enters the throat.

It seemed that the cold white bones under his feet cooled down the restlessness of the captain holding the giant sword. He stood in place and waited for his teammates for a while, then let the wanderer walk in the front.

You know what to do!

The captain stared fiercely at the wanderer with his bloodshot eyes and said.

Greed and thirst, like a flaming torch, made his heart swell, but he knew that now was the most dangerous time.

After all, this is the eternal resting place of a god, and all kinds of terrible dangers and horrors are possible.

So, he forcibly suppressed the heat in his heart that had turned into substance, and then stared at the wanderer in front of him.

Strangely enough, their operations went smoothly.

There are no evil spirits, and no other undead creatures, as if the place has completely lost its power due to some unknown change.

They walked through the road of bones, and then came to the gate of the ancient temple.

The gate of the ancient temple was half-closed, and it was so dark that nothing could be seen inside.

The mage hesitated for a moment, then threw a torch with magical power to the rogue:

Go, throw it in!

The rogue looked at the ominous gate, took the hot torch, and approached it cautiously.

The other team members did not urge him. Although they were impatient, at least they still retained their due IQ.

The rogue is the only one who can discover magic traps, so he naturally has an irreplaceable role.

And now is the best time to play his role.

The rogue stared ahead, although he hadn't found any traces of magic traps before.

However, it is undoubtedly a very suspicious thing to have such a sophisticated protection system on the outside, but the inside is empty.

Exploring this kind of place, one must not take chances, and it is not a joke to be swallowed directly by a slight mistake.

For a pure rogue, having his current level is not an easy task.

This is not because of how superb his talent is, but because he knows how to be cautious and restrain his desires.

Only this time, he finally didn't suppress the greed in his heart...

Finally, the rogue came before the gap in the gate.

There seemed to be some kind of gloomy wind constantly blowing out from inside, causing the wanderer's face to appear in a trance for a moment.

But the next moment, he gritted his teeth and threw the torch into it forcefully!

Bump...

The torch drew a graceful arc with its magical light, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Amid the flames, the wanderer's pupils shrank suddenly!

Then, his expression became completely frozen...