('"Yo? What a great ambition!"

When Cheng Luo heard this, he didn't even frown. He threw Leng Yi away like a bag of garbage. He only heard a "pop" and Leng Yi drew a long blood mark on the ground;

"Over the past few years, many people from the Cheng family have said this to me! But no one is still alive!"

Cheng Luo looked at Leng Yi with disdain and said calmly, then waved his hand to his subordinate Hao Nu:

"Hang this ignorant piece of trash in front of the temple, and let the untouchables outside the door take a good look at the fate of this prodigy! Then warn them-"

Cheng Luo paused suddenly, narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned the crowd, and then landed on the almost crazy Leng Zhengyuan:

"Who dares to let this trash come down——"

Cheng Luo gritted his teeth and shouted, his eyes flashed with a sinister light, followed by a ferocious roar:

"Just with me, Mr. Cheng of Xichuan——"

"No, die, no, rest!"

"You..." Leng Yi's eyes widened again, but he couldn't help but close them due to a violent dizziness...

The sky was dark, with dark clouds rolling in, and no stars or moon;

The biting north wind blew the withered and yellow dense forest in front of the temple, making a "wuwu" sound like a ghost crying; the crowd of onlookers had already dispersed, leaving only the closed gate of the ancient temple and the strong old pine tree more than a hundred feet away.

And the little figure hanging from Panasonic...

When a gust of cold mountain wind blew by, the young man finally woke up from his coma. He instinctively looked around, looking for his father's figure. However, the severe pain on his shoulder made him take a breath of air;

Leng Yi turned his stiff neck with difficulty and looked, only to see a charred mark clearly imprinted on the delicate shoulder;

Ferocious, brutal, humiliating, shocking!

What's even more frightening is that this weird slave mark actually exudes a sinister aura, as if it's summoning something!

"Cheng, Gui, Yun..."

Leng Yi gritted his teeth and was filled with grief and anger, but he could only close his eyes in pain, and a desperate feeling of fatigue slowly surged throughout his body;

This life...

Is that the end?

"I'm not willing to give in—!"

The sorrow and anger turned into a long roar that echoed in the barren mountains and mountains, but it only frightened a few night birds and caused a few cries of ghosts and laughter...

"well……"

Suddenly, an old sigh passed through the thick night like thunder, echoing in the dead mountains and fields!

Ancient, vicissitudes of life, but with endless desolation and loneliness...

"who?!"

Leng Yi looked around instinctively, but there were only empty squares and dark palaces in front of him;

And that chilling silence!

Looking at the gloomy ancient temple, Leng Yi couldn't help but shudder. Looking tremblingly at the slave mark on his shoulder, he suddenly remembered the story that had been passed down for thousands of years -

It is a thousand-year-old temple with mysterious origins. It occupies a huge area, has stacked palaces, and has all kinds of facilities. It enshrines an ancient pagoda statue that responds to requests;

For thousands of years, the ancient temple has been ringing with bells in the morning and drums in the evening, opening in the morning and closing at night, with strong incense and people coming and going every day. It seems to be no different from the altars and temples in any place;

However, apart from pilgrims and tourists, this huge ancient temple has no temple owner, no temple members, no volunteers and donors. Every day at dusk, after the visitors have dispersed, it is dark and deserted;

But it is this empty ancient temple that is spotless all year round. The bells and drums ring, the temple doors open and close on time, and the tables, chairs, beds and other facilities are in order, but no one has ever seen who is doing these things...

Moreover, there is an unwritten rule in the ancient temple: when the evening drum sounds, you must leave, otherwise...

There were once unruly monks who relied on their own cultivation, scorned it, and stayed overnight in the ancient temple without permission; however, when they left the next day, their faces were pale, almost collapsed, and some of them were even crazy...

Some old monks said that this place is a place of retreat for powerful people from evil ways; but the vitality nearby is poor, and it is neither a blessed place nor a dangerous place...

There are also capable people and strangers who say that there are hidden dangers in the ancient temple and the ancient altar, and if I ask again, I will keep silent...

There are even those who travel around the world who say that the ancient pagoda statue...

Leng Yi's cheeks were twitching unconsciously, and he felt the cold hairs all over his body standing on end!

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a muffled sound came to my ears like thunder, which seemed to be the opening of the door bolt!

Leng Yi was so frightened that he suddenly followed the sound, but was horrified to find that the tall main door that had been closed for a long time more than a hundred feet away slowly opened with a numbing "rumbling" sound, and there was actually nothing behind the door.

No one!

The door is opening by itself!

"Who! Who's there!"

Leng Yi suppressed his fear and summoned up all his strength to shout;

However, what answered him was only echoes and terrifying silence...

Could it be...

Leng Yi bit his lip tightly and stared at the dark door, his whole body trembling unconsciously!

"We are mortals! Relax!"

"I'm scared to death! I thought escaping so far away..."

"When did the consciousness of mortals in the Western Region become so sharp?"

Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a commotion in the darkness behind the door. With his naturally strong eyesight, Leng Yi vaguely saw a dozen black figures flashing out of the dark doorway;

Fortunately, he is a human being...

Bandit? Bandit?

Leng Yi first breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned, but suddenly his eyes widened——

In this short moment, the group of figures appeared in front of them silently. Even though Leng Yi had naturally strong eyesight, he didn't even see how they crossed the distance of more than a hundred feet!

Shrunk into inches?

Leng Yi was shocked - Cheng Guiyun didn't even have this legendary ability!

Who are they?!

"He is indeed a mortal, it must have been a coincidence;"

A dark figure glanced at Leng Yi and said affirmatively, and then a long sigh of relief was heard; this nervous performance showed that this was a group of frightened birds!

coincide?

Could it be that they couldn't hear the sigh just now?

Leng Yi felt creepy again!

"Don't stay here for long! Leave quickly!"

"Hey? Look, there is no grade, no attributes, and high potential, but there is such a useless bloodline?"

Leng Yi was shocked again when he heard this. This group of people actually saw his bloodline after just two glances. So...

"My lords, please save me! Just save me and I won't ask for anything else!"

Leng Yi struggled desperately and whispered for help without any pause;

However, in the cold mountain wind, the black figures seemed not to have heard anything and turned around warily one by one...

It’s over!

Leng Yi’s newly ignited hope vanished again;

"He's so pitiful, let him down;"

At this moment, a clear and lively voice sounded low, and the black figures suddenly stopped. At this time, Leng Yi could barely see a short figure among the black figures;

It seemed to be a little girl about the same age as myself!

"Little ancestor! I beg you! This is just a humble mortal..."

"You'd better do well! If only the few of us with the worst cultivation skills can survive, there's still a long way to go..."

"I'll crush him to death!"

As soon as they heard that Leng Yi was about to be let go, the shadowy figures either begged, were nervous, or had murderous intentions... but no one realized that with their ability, they could let Leng Yi go thousands of times during this period of time.

;

However, who cares how many times he can save ants from falling into the water in the time he spent thinking about it?

"Little sister! Little sister!"

At this moment, Leng Yi shouted desperately. He felt that the little girl with a high status was hesitant, and he also understood that her sympathy was only fleeting...

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.us, help me, little sister! I was bullied by a very powerful monk, and he wants to hang me here! The villagers are afraid of the invincible power of that monk and dare not save me!"

"I am a contented person. If you let me down, I will never ask for help and revenge... Wuwu!"
To be continued...