However, no matter how much Feng Chenglin did not continue to climb to the temple.

He said it was right.

When I got down, I still had to count on him.

——Although the inheritance of his ancestors may not be effective in this place.

Suddenly-

"arrive!"

Junlai's voice was filled with surprise.

Feng Chenglin and others didn't care about moving stones, so they hurriedly approached.

I saw a piece of blue, one foot square glazed tiles exposed under the rocks.

There is still a height of about half a meter between the glazed tiles and the rocks.

Feng Chenglin lay on the edge and looked around: "I said my surname is Miao, stop pretending, come and see the big house built by your ancestors... Why is it still empty? Is there something wrong with it?

?”

Dingmiao was throwing a torch and walking over. Before he could get close, he had already guessed seven or eight points.

"Building a sacrificial hall in the cave naturally means that part of the space is flowing out. First, it is to avoid being pressed by the mountain and damaging the hall. Second, it is also to facilitate repairs..."

He looked along the entrance of the cave and called on you to dismantle some rocks.

When he took action, he also removed a layer of glazed tiles on it.

"Because it is just to build beauty and not to shelter from wind and rain, these glazed tiles only have a thin layer..."

Sure enough, after he opened the glazed tiles, a stream of turbid air came to his face.

There was also a faint smell of fragrance.

Mo You and Pi Rong spoke at the same time:

"arrive!"

"That's here!"

Ding Temple opened a three-foot-square skylight. Just as Ling Luoyu was about to jump down, he lit a torch and threw it down.

Before the torch was reached, the torch was extinguished.

"There is no air inside, we have to wait!"

It was not until the torch jumped and burned inside that the group jumped down.

At the beginning of the Ding Temple, behind Ling Luoyu Hall.

After the sacrificial hall was opened, Yan Ziyue did not come to watch it, as if she wanted to automatically forget herself.

"Miss Yan, please!"

"Miss Ling, I...I'm scared, it's too dark there...I'll better wait here!"

"What's scary about black? There are so many of us together!"

Ling Luoyu looked sideways and looked playfully in the direction where the undead disappeared.

"Can we be more scary than the undead in your heart, Miss Yan?"

"No...no...how could it be..."

Yan Ziyue stood up embarrassedly, subconsciously pressed her left wrist with her right hand, and walked forward in a stammer.

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid that if my cultivation level is below, I'll cause trouble for you!"

"Don't worry, as long as you don't cause trouble for us, there will be no trouble to cause trouble!" Ling Luoyu saw blood in his sword, and showed no mercy.

After all this, Yan Ziyue was really not easy to shirk her away and jumped down.

Jun Lai handed the torch: "Be careful!"

Yan Ziyue answered, took it, and walked towards Zhou Yan.

Junlai's expression suddenly became a little subtle. When he turned around, he met Ling Luoyu's eyes.

"Miss Ling..."

He handed over the torch, but Ling Luoyu did not answer, but just looked at him steadily.

Jun Lai was a little scared when he was seen: "Miss Ling?"

Ling Luoyu slowly raised his hand, touched the torch with his fingertips, and raised his eyelashes: "Your way, aren't you... moved?"

“…”

"Or, are you feeling guilty?"

Ling Luoyu finally held the torch, looked at Yan Ziyue with playful eyes, and smiled evilly.

"Whether you want to be a love or make up for it, I advise you not to be the present!"
Chapter completed!