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Chapter 135 Wufeng Temple in the ruins (please subscribe)
  This time was different from Mozhou Road. At that time, Wang Ping only thought about destruction and could use wood spirit spells unscrupulously. But this time he needed to explore the truth below, so he had to be careful.

The method Wang Ping used was to inspire several grass and tree soldiers to use vines to lift up the buried soil. To prevent collapse, this process lasted for almost three hours. During this period, no one from the nearby soldiers from Lou County came to inquire. Situation, they seem to be afraid of this.

With a soft "dong" sound, an entrance of about half a foot finally appeared on the ground.

But neither Wang Ping nor Zuo Xuan went in rashly.

Another half hour passed, and the entrance expanded from half a foot to three feet. With the light of the afternoon sun, the scene inside could be vaguely seen.

The scene was a little different from what Wang Ping imagined. He thought it should be a mess of ruins, but in fact it was a dry and tidy cave.

He almost forgot that Wenhai was an Earth Spirit monk, and digging holes was what he was best at.

"Go in now?" Zuo Xuan asked Wang Ping for his opinion.

"What's your opinion?" Wang Ping asked.

Both are relatively cautious masters.

After a short stalemate, Wang Ping took out two copper coins and made a fortune, then scattered some thorn vine seeds nearby to activate them, and then called Zuo Xuan into the cave.

It was dark in the cave, and there was a special chill. Wang Ping lit up a ball of spiritual energy with his hand. When the light source spread, he saw a place similar to an underground martial arts training ground. Two corpses wearing blue robes were lying on the training ground. of the center.

The corpse was highly decomposed, and there was a putrid smell that was disgusting, but there were no insects or rats eating the corpse.

Zuo Xuan walked over generously and took a closer look at the body, and then led her civet cat to the wall next to it to take a closer look. Wang Ping gathered his soul and used the wood spirit energy to sense where the unusual aura came from. outgoing.

"They were hit in the head by flying stones and died." Zuo Xuan observed for a while and then walked back to Wang Ping with her civet cat and said: "It is probably caused by the aftermath of the battle between several imported monks at that time. .”

Wang Ping nodded, and following the induction of the wood spirit's energy, he walked to a pile of rocks, grabbed a handful of seeds and threw them out. Then the ground, walls and ceiling were entangled and fixed by dense vines.

When it was confirmed that there would be no more collapse, Wang Ping was about to use brute force to smash the pile of rocks blocking the road. Zuo Xuan volunteered and said, "Let me do it here."

Wang Ping also wanted to see her natural weapon, so he stood next to her.

After Wang Ping dodged, Zuo Xuan pulled open the crimson wrist guard of her left hand. Under the wrist guard were densely packed embroidery needles, which gave off a chilling light. These embroidery needles surrounded her as Zuo Xuan pinched her fingers. beside him, and then roared away towards the pile of rocks ahead.

The embroidery needles still carry the aura of the fire spirit, and there will be a small explosion sound when they come into contact with the stones. However, in a blink of an eye, countless embroidery needles will submerge the pile of rocks, and the passage will be opened in the dust.

Only then did Wang Ping notice that Zuo Xuan's left arm was actually a prosthesis, but the workmanship was exquisite, no different from the real thing, and the materials were all high-quality fire-attribute heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

"Okay!" As Zuo Xuan spoke, the dense embroidery needles returned to her side. After making a graceful arc around her waist, they all stuck to her left arm and were sucked into the tiny needles on her arm. Kongli.

"This woman makes my tongue tremble when I see her." Yu Lian said in Wang Ping Linghai.

Wang Ping was deeply convinced. He knew that Zuo Xuan was deliberately showing his strength to him, because he sometimes instinctively looked down on Zuo Xuan, and Zuo Xuan seemed to care about Wang Ping's subconscious look down on him.

When the dust caused by the broken boulder spread, Yulian Tengyun surrounded Wang Ping and flicked her tail gently. The dust that was filled was immediately suppressed by the water spirit breath and quickly dissipated invisible.

After doing this, Yulian raised her head to the civet next to Zuo Xuan. The civet seemed to be really frightened by her. It crawled along the legs of Zuo Xuan's leather trousers and stood on her shoulders.

Wang Ping had already walked through the opened passage, which was a longer corridor. There were cracks in the rammed ceiling above his head in some places. In order to prevent collapse, Wang Ping once again pinched the vines on the wall to continue to spread inside.

This corridor is unimaginably long, and there are occasionally one or two rooms on both sides. Some of them still have the bodies of dead disciples, some are empty, and some are collapsed. From this, it can be seen that the great demon's sneak attack was very serious. Success, no one in Wufeng Temple noticed it.

The corridor was designed in an arc shape, with steps leading up every distance. Wang Ping followed the guidance of the wood spirit energy and walked for nearly two quarters of an hour and several kilometers in length when he saw a downward spiraling corridor. ladder.

The spiritual world here is like the hell in the legend, full of terrifying illusions. Zuo Xuan reached out and touched the wall and said, "It's very cold, like ice cubes in the northern winter."

When she spoke, she raised her head and pointed at the scratches that could be seen everywhere on the wall, "The big demon has been here. The conflict should have broken out here. Then the two sides started a chase in the corridor and ended at the martial arts training ground where we entered. ."

Wang Ping agreed with Zuo Xuan's inference, and stretched out his hand to touch the wall gently. It was indeed ice, it was natural ice, and there was no special weird feeling. He raised his head and looked at the marks on the wall again. He took out two more copper coins and made a divination. , after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he stretched out his finger and lit up the weak spiritual energy in the rotating corridor.

The corridor was not very deep. Zuo Xuan glanced down, then glanced at Wang Ping before jumping down first. Wang Ping did not jump, but rolled up his true energy and slowly fell down.

The light source quickly unfolded in front of Wang Ping's eyes as he fell, lighting up a grand hall that had collapsed nearly half. The first thing Wang Ping noticed was the white jade walls on both sides of the hall, and then the smell of the air. It also contains miasma, and ordinary people will definitely die if they enter.

Zuo Xuan observed for a while and then walked to a collapsed piece of gravel in the corner and squatted down. The bottom stone there seemed to be black.

"It's blood, the blood of the demon clan!" She turned her head and looked at Wang Ping.

Wang Ping did not walk over. He activated the spirit gathering array with his right hand, and then dropped a large handful of thorn vine seeds.

The next moment, countless vines extended towards the ceiling and walls. More than ten breaths later, the ceiling began to vibrate, as if some powerful force was dragging it upward.

Not long after, a ray of sunlight shone in from above, followed by more sunlight. The dense vines generated by the thorn vines directly lifted the ceiling of the collapsed area...

As fresh air came in, the vines moved away the rubble that half covered the area.

Then, the two of them looked at a pool that was two feet deep. Judging from the traces left in the pool, it was a pool filled with blood!
  (End of this chapter)