Heavenly God Mnemonic

A Li said in surprise: "No, without the golden characters in my hand, how can I find the Yin Wu Temple? Haven't all three adults failed?"

She said it unintentionally, but Chi Heng blushed and hummed: "Someone has been here and it's just a guess, it may not be true."

Yang Qingxuan said: "There are three thousand Taoisms, each with its own mystery and its own strengths. It is not surprising that other people can find this place. Back then, I was in the Black Sea. Didn't I also find the Yinwu Temple. It shouldn't be too late, we too Do it."

At the moment, he cast his fiery eyes and looked into the void.

Everyone showed their magical powers and displayed different methods, and the ice layer was crushed by the powerful momentum of the people.

"it's here."

Yang Qingxuan yelled, in terms of eyesight, even the ghosts could not beat him in the presence of those present. He immediately found the traces of space and directly reached out and grabbed it.

With a "bang", the space in all directions was distorted, and then the squeezed large areas were shattered and scattered like butterflies.

A bit of aura and brilliance spread out from the broken place, rapidly magnifying.

Suddenly, a sunny secret space emerged in the ice and snow, unfolding like a scroll, slowly appearing in front of everyone.

Yang Qingxuan was overjoyed and said, "It really is Yin Wudian!"

In the secret territory, a floating island quietly stopped in the air, and the familiar palace and scene pulled his memory back to the past.

At that time, it was just one person. There were countless strong people, who could only survive in the cracks, and escaped from the Yin Wu Palace by luck.

Then came to hear that this hall broke through the air by itself, and disappeared again.

Unexpectedly, after many years, it reappeared in front of us.

Returning to the old place is a matter of fact.

Ziyuan suddenly said, "Brother Qingxuan, do you remember that painting?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "Nature."

He took out a pair of scrolls and slowly unfolded in front of him.

When everyone looked together, they saw a sword-dancing woman in the painting. Judging from her figure and expression, she was somewhat similar to Ziyuan and Ziye.

It was a painting that I collected when I entered the Yinwu Hall at the beginning of the year.

At that time, Yang Qingxuan felt a little bit, and the picture of King Yin Wu and Vera when he was painting appeared in his mind. He couldn't help reciteting it with King Yin Wu, and a line of poems appeared in the painting.

It is: I am most willing to forget a thousand imaginary names, and seek a life of leisure. I want to ask the guest in the dust, how many years can a floating life last? I am most willing to send those ten thousand customs to Jiangyue. Look at the long flowing water and send the passing years together.

Yang Qingxuan sighed, "I got this painting together with Liezi, and Liezi asked me to put it away. Now Liezi is gone." The tone was extremely sad.

Shi Yan said: "The Emperor does not have to be sad. The achievements of the Emperor today are enough to comfort Lie Ziquan to know."

Yang Qingxuan put away the painting for Ziyuan, nodded and said, "Don't talk about the past, let's go."

A group of dozens of people landed on the floating island in an instant.

The scene of this island is no different from the previous years, and the appearance of Yinwu Temple is exactly the same.

Yang Qingxuan stared at Yin Wudian for a while, and said in a deep voice, "Weird, obviously someone has come in. Why can't I feel the slightest breath? This palace and floating island seem to recover on their own?"

A Lidao: "It should be. Yinwu Temple is extremely spiritual. I was attacked by that person back then. I fought a few tricks. It stands to reason that the huge traces of destruction cannot be recovered by time."

Yang Qingxuan said, "Don't say it's so long. Last time I came here, it was riddled with holes, but now there are no traces of it. Go, go in and take a look."

The group of people entered the hall directly.

Suddenly, a **** smell came out, and everyone was surprised when they looked at it.

In the center of the hall stood a whole host of corpses, all with miserable faces and weird looks, posing in various poses.

Those blood flowed out of these people, and dyed all the floor of the hall to red.

The costumes of these people are similar, so they seem to be disciples of the same school.

Zi Yuan said in shock: "Brother Qingxuan, here..."

Yang Qingxuan said, "There really is a problem."

This Yin Wu Hall was completely different from what I saw when I came in last time. It was a wide hall. Last time, it was a secret space containing all the weapons of the strong men who suppressed Gu Yao.

Yang Qingxuan said, "Did it mean that you walked into a fake Yinwu Temple last time or this time?"

Zi Yuan said: "It's not a fake. Last time it was just a weapon storehouse in the temple. Look, Brother Qingxuan, there is still a passage behind the temple."

Behind this **** hall, there is indeed a door, which is open, leading to the back of nowhere.

Yang Qingxuan asked, "Ali, have you come in here?"

A Li's gaze was also a little dull, and he said in a daze: "Naturally, I have come in, but it has never been like this. Every time I enter the temple, it is just a small room with a stone statue, a golden cloak, and awe-inspiring. According to legend, It is the appearance of King Yin Wu, and there are a large number of martial artists' tablets around, all heroes who have fallen in the first battle to suppress Gu Yao."

Yang Qingxuan: That's right, it seems that this hall will indeed change. "

He was not in a hurry to go to the back of the hall, but to observe the dead corpses, because the shapes of these corpses were too weird, and their faces were full of great fear and pleading, obviously he was tortured without wanting to die.

"Hey!" Midnight took a cold breath and said: "These corpses were fixed in these shapes when they were alive, and then they bleed to death."

Yang Qingxuan looked at it for a while and said, "Also, in terms of time, it should have been dead for three months, but... the blood on the ground should have been five months ago at the earliest. In other words, these people were killed five months ago. Put it here in such a weird appearance, and then slowly bleed. It took two months before all of them died."

Everyone was horrified, but they were all masters. Following Yang Qingxuan's inference, he observed carefully and found that Yang Qingxuan's words were indeed true. They couldn't help but look ugly. Who is so cruel?

Wan Zhao suddenly screamed and said: "Five months ago?" There was a trace of tremor and fear in her voice.

Yang Qingxuan said, "What did you think of?"

The siblings looked at each other, both looked a little timid, and said, "Five months ago, it was the last time we saw that person."

Everyone looked at the door behind the hall. Could it be that the mysterious person is behind the hall?

Yang Qingxuan stared at the door for a while, with strong blocking power, even his fiery eyes could not penetrate behind the door.

This temple was built by Vera, and it was so mysterious.

Yang Qingxuan turned his eyes back to the corpses and said, "Even if the person is behind the palace, we must first figure out who these corpses are and why they are placed here so weirdly, and they died after being bled for two months. Is that a murderous pervert with a psychological distortion?"