The Dragon from Hell

Zhong Mengran and Feng Bang looked at each other, obviously a little surprised at the coldness of the lake water.

They were even a little surprised at the appearance of a lake here.

Before this, they seemed to have no idea of ​​the existence of this lake.

"Is there this lake in the sect's files?" Feng Bang withdrew his hand, frowning.

Zhong Mengran's expression also became serious: "Absolutely not."

"Did we come to the wrong place?"

"That's unlikely. The mark on the cave is exactly the same as the one recorded in the file. I won't remember it wrong, let alone recognize it wrong." Zhong Mengran was very confident in his memory and answered very affirmatively: "There is only one possibility now. The file is from 120 years ago. It takes 150 years for the nether grass to grow. At that time, the sect did not eradicate the tiger monster, but wanted to use its demonic energy to nourish the nether grass... Could it be that something happened in these 150 miles?"

"It's possible." Feng Bang nodded: "Although the nether grass is precious, its grade is not very high, but only in the second grade. The sect has not been keeping an eye on it. It is normal for something to happen during this period of time."

He stared at a pool of dark lake water and said faintly: "But it seems that this change seems to be more complicated than we expected."

Although the change happened suddenly, they still have to go in and take a look.

The two of them protected their bodies with spiritual power and walked into the lake.

When they crossed the lake and saw the ancient temple, both of them were indescribably surprised.

Moreover, the lake water below them was colder than they had imagined. With their cultivation level, half of their spiritual power protected their bodies, but they turned pale and trembled all the way.

In theory, with their current cultivation level, as long as they had 10% of their spiritual power to protect their bodies, they would not feel a bit cold even if they walked naked outside for seven or eight hours in the snow.

But now they...

But now they can't take care of studying the lake water, because Qin Yu's screams came from the ancient temple.

Moreover, they can clearly feel that the ancient temple is full of ghosts, and the black fog almost wraps the ancient temple. Even before entering, they can feel the horror inside.

"Third Brother..." Zhong Mengran frowned, and just as he was hesitating whether to go in, Feng Bang had already walked forward a few steps.

"I'll go in first, Junior Sister, you wait here!"

Zhong Mengran failed to stop him, and a sinister look flashed across his face: "Idiot!"

At this time, Feng Bang had already opened the door of the ancient temple. He stood at the door and could only see that it was pitch black inside, with nothing.

However, he felt that the darkness in front of him was too thick, as if the bottomless lake outside could completely drown him in the darkness at any time.

"Junior Brother?"

He did not go in immediately, but shouted inside, but his voice was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no response.

He felt bad at the moment, turned around and wanted to go out, but when he looked back, he found that he had entered the gate of the temple without knowing when, and there was a closed door behind him.

"When did I come in?"

He couldn't help but mutter, but he did not relax his vigilance, but walked towards the gate of the temple carefully and tried to push the door open.

——Dang!

Before his hand touched the gate of the temple, a bell suddenly rang behind him.

In addition to the bell, there was also the sound of wooden fish knocking.

He turned back subconsciously and found that the darkness had disappeared, and he didn't know when he was already in the temple hall!

His pupils suddenly dilated, and he saw that the originally dark hall was actually lit with candles.

Gods covered with red and black cloth were distributed above and on both sides of the hall. A figure was kneeling under the incense table, beating the wooden fish.

Seeing the back of this person, Feng Bang clenched the sword in his hand: "Junior brother?"

The other party did not respond, and even did not pause in the action of beating the wooden fish, as if he could not feel his existence at all.

Feng Bang felt something was wrong, and did not step forward immediately, but tried to push the door of the hall first.

But he found that no matter how hard he pushed, the door of the hall did not move.

The chill he had felt in the lake water before had not dissipated, and now he felt something was wrong: it seemed to be even colder after entering the hall, and even his gums could not stop trembling.

The door could not be pushed open, so he could only look back to see the situation.

But before he turned around, a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder.

As a natural reaction, Feng Bang immediately drew his sword, turned around, and put his sword on the neck of the person behind him.

The person standing behind him was Qin Yu, who was kneeling on the mat and beating the wooden fish.

Qin Yu was put on the neck by the swordBut his expression did not move at all. His face was expressionless, and his eyes did not reflect any light. He just stared at Feng Bang woodenly.

This look made Feng Bang's heart suddenly tense, and he frowned and looked at the person in front of him: "Junior brother, what are you doing here? Didn't I ask you to come in and deal with the ghosts? Where is your brother?"

At this time, Feng Bang had already realized that the person in front of him was no longer the original Qin Yu. Either he had been controlled, or... he was dead.

So he did not take down the sword on Feng Bang's neck, and his eyes became colder and colder when he looked at Qin Yu.

The spirit bone behind him was slightly hot, the spirit power was running around, and the cold light was in his eyes.

But Qin Yu was unmoved by his words, as if he could not feel the danger coming at all, and just stared at him woodenly.

Feng Bang frowned more tightly, and the hand holding the sword moved closer. The toughness had already scratched Qin Yu's neck a little, and blood flowed out.

Seeing the blood, Feng Bang knew that Qin Yu in front of him was still a person, but he should be controlled by something.

He was about to speak when he suddenly found something wrong.

When he came in just now, he saw Qin Yu sitting on a futon and knocking a wooden fish.

But now Qin Yu is standing behind him, why hasn't the sound of the wooden fish in the room stopped? !

——Gulp.

Feng Bang swallowed his saliva, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes the next moment.

"Damn it, strike first!"

He spat secretly, and then used force with his sword hand, intending to kill Qin Yu first.

Whether Qin Yu is a real person now or not, he has been controlled. If he is not killed, he will become one of the dangerous factors.

So the blade in Feng Bang's hand slipped, but there was no expected blood splashing.

Because when he moved, Qin Yu, who was originally standing in front of him, was suddenly more than ten steps away from him.

Qin Yu had returned to the incense table and knelt down at some point, continuing to beat the wooden fish devoutly. His back looked as if he had never moved!