Yang Qingxuan stared at Zhong Jie with a deep fear in his heart. There was no reason for this fear, it was an innate martial artist's instinct.
"Haha, what a braggart. If you have the ability, enter the top 100 first!"
Fatty Pan stared at Zhong Jie with a face full of ridicule.
Zhong Jie's eyes flashed as he stared at him. Fatty Pan's fat body trembled, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back. Endless fear spread in his heart. "You …"
Fortunately, Zhong Jie didn't have the intention to attack. He retracted his gaze and said coldly, "I like to talk to the strong. As for you, you don't have the qualifications to talk to me."
Fatty Pan's face was pale. Thinking of Yang Qingxuan's words, he was even more shocked.
At this moment, the light in the sky suddenly shifted. One of the eyes of the skeleton bird statue suddenly lit up with red light, and it gradually became brighter.
The strong red light shone out, and at the same time, it projected a hundred feet tall illusory hall. The pitch-black spire soared into the sky, and under the illusion, it absorbed endless resentment and demonic Qi, and finally solidified.
The entire abandoned battlefield began to tremble. Dense demonic Qi spread in all directions, and a demonic sound like a large bell resounded through the world.
The hall was like a demon, its aura oppressing down like a giant mountain blocking the front.
"Jia Mo Temple!"
Everyone's heart shook violently, and they stared at the scene in front of them with shock and passion.
"Temple!"
Zhong Jie roared excitedly, laughing as he strode away.
Every step he took resonated with the surrounding frequency. It was as if he was a part of the ruined scene under the setting sun, completely blending in.
Yang Qingxuan's face changed slightly, and he used Fiery Golden Eyes to look.
He saw Zhong Jie's figure grow bigger and bigger under the Fiery Golden Eyes, slowly turning into a tall figure covered in green scales. There was a sharp horn on his head, and two bone wings on his back.
The black demonic Qi attached to Zhong Jie's body, swaying constantly, as if it would struggle out at any time and slaughter all living things.
"Demon!"
Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank, and he withdrew his Fiery Golden Eyes. He couldn't suppress the wild shock in his heart. "He's actually a demon!"
In shock, Zhong Jie had already stepped inside.
Yang Qingxuan said, "Let's go!"
He pulled Fatty Pan and sped away.
The moment Yang Qingxuan left, the remaining martial artists immediately felt the pressure on them lessen. Each and every one of them let out a sigh of relief.
Even Gongshu Qing felt relaxed for a while. He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and hurriedly followed.
Soon, all the martial artists in the desert were gone, leaving only the twenty-two people struggling and wailing on the ground and Gu Lan, who had a stunned expression on his face.
The high-spirited, arrogant, and despotic aristocratic family disciples could only lie on the ground.
Apart from the serious injuries, there was also the destruction of their bright futures. All of this made them feel despair. Some of them cried bitterly, went crazy, and directly fainted.
As soon as he entered the main hall, he immediately felt an obscure and oppressive aura.
It was as if the entire hall was shrouded in an invisible energy field, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.
Fatty Pan said, "This is Devil Qi! According to legend, Devil Qi is an existence of a higher level than Spirit Qi. Therefore, the Devil Clan has been unhindered for several eras, and has always been the undying overlord. "
Yang Qingxuan said, "No matter how undying they are, they have been destroyed. Let's find Hua Qinling and Lance first, then kill the evil spirits to earn points. Don't worry about anything else. I feel that this main hall is not simple. If we're not careful, we might cause trouble. "
Under the invasion of the Devil Qi, Fatty Pan was also a little scared. He said, "Okay."
The main hall was like a sacred hall. On both sides, there were roads in all directions, leading to the backyard.
And the backyard was vast and boundless. The buildings were connected by countless winding corridors. It was unknown how much space it occupied.
The two of them randomly found a few passages and quickly got lost.
Or it could be said that there were no roads at all in this Holy Hall. Or it could be said that there were roads everywhere. It was like a Go grid with winding corridors, leading to anywhere.
Fatty Pan had a headache. He wailed, "This is troublesome. This place is like a maze. How do we find it?"
Yang Qingxuan was silent. The two of them ran into a room filled with the daily necessities of the Devil Clan. All kinds of beautiful patterns were engraved on them. They were very exquisite. It seemed to be a woman's room, but it had been weathered long ago.
Even a few bonsai plants had turned into fossils.
Fatty Pan stared at one of the bonsai plants for a while and exclaimed, "This is the Encounter Life Wood, a species that has long been extinct. If it was left in the present, it could be exchanged for a Dao Pattern Pill! "
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. That bonsai plant was just a section of dead wood, and it was very twisted and ugly. He didn't expect it to be so valuable.
"Looks like this Holy Hall is indeed not simple. Back then, the two races fought for over a million years. There must have been high-level Devil Clans living here for a long time."
Yang Qingxuan used his Fiery Eyes to look around and said, "Someone just came in here yesterday."
He pointed at the door and said, "Although the footprints are very light, they do exist. After walking one round around the house and finding nothing good, they left. From the size of the footprints, it should be a man."
Fatty Pan exclaimed, "Boss, your spirit eyes divine art is so powerful. Quickly find the footprints of a woman. It's most likely Hua Qing and the others. You have to know that there aren't many women among the top thousand martial artists. "
Yang Qingxuan smiled bitterly and said, "This place is so big. I just finished a battle, and my True Qi is insufficient. I can't use my True Essence for a long time."
Fatty Pan hurriedly took out a few pills and gave them to Yang Qingxuan to swallow.
Among them was a Revolving Dragon Pill.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes lit up and said, "Damn Fatty, you're hiding good things."
Fatty Pan scowled miserably, "This is a Revolving Dragon Pill, not some fried bean! Besides the Star Palace, there is no other influence under the heavens that would eat it like a bean!"
While speaking, Yang Qingxuan had already swallowed all the pills and sat down to circulate his True Essence to regulate his breathing.
Because the surroundings were filled with Demonic Qi, it greatly affected his cultivation speed.
Yang Qingxuan simply took out a supreme-grade Spirit Stone and began to chew and eat it while absorbing the energy.
Only people who cultivated their physical bodies could do this.
Fatty Pan stared blankly.
Not long after, Yang Qingxuan's exhausted physical strength was almost restored. He immediately let out a long roar. His True Qi was abnormally abundant, and he felt that his cultivation had made steady progress.
Under the siege of 23 powerhouses, his physical body was extremely suppressed. Finally, he relied on the halberd's phantom light to break through the barrier. The growth of his physical strength was very rapid.
"Let's go."
Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed with a golden light as he searched the temple.
The pairs of footprints on the ground were clearly distinguished in his mind.
Suddenly, a faint wail came from the front. It was like the low hiss of wind passing through a cave.
At the door of a house, seven or eight Demonic Spirits floated out. Their eyes were emitting green flames as they floated towards the two.
"Demonic Spirits? Interesting. "
Yang Qingxuan stepped forward and clenched his right hand. With a 'teng' sound, flames expanded. Nanming Li Fire Sword appeared and slashed out!
"Chi!"
A line of fire cut through the air, separating the void.
The eight Demonic Spirits howled and were cut in half at the waist. Then, their bodies constantly faded, turning into Demonic Qi that scattered between heaven and earth.
After one of the Demonic Spirits was cut, a black Soul Stone condensed in its body. It was instantly swallowed by the Soul Eater Golden Demon that flew out from Yang Qingxuan's shoulder.
"One low-grade Soul Stone obtained, 0.1 points obtained."
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