The mountain road is steep and the black wind is rolling.

The evil dragon looked down at the tiny barbarian woman indifferently, salivating scarlet and unknown mucus in her bloody mouth. A terrifying aura emerged from the mountain road, mixed with endless darkness spreading to all directions. Even An Bochen and Sima Jin who were flying in the sky could clearly feel it.

However, beyond the two of them's expectations, the barbarian woman was neither panicked nor retreated. She raised her head and stared at the evil dragon calmly, her eyes penetrated the dragon's body and shot towards the top of the mountain.

The barbarian's calmness seemed to anger the evil dragon. The dragon's eyes were cracked, and the pupils were covered with cracks, as if it was about to squeeze out blood. The next moment, the evil dragon roared and leaned over to rush towards the barbarian.

The fierce aura came to his face, and the barbarian girl shuddered, but she still stood up straight and did not move.

The dragon flew past the barbarian woman's body, then turned into a gust of wind and disappeared, but it was a lifelike illusion.

Taking a long breath, the barbarian woman wiped off the sweat beads of her forehead, lowered her head and muttered something softly, and then continued to walk towards the top of the mountain.

"With the dragon trying to find out, that Wu Sect is also a very weak person."

Staring at the Wu Temple, Sima Jin whispered.

In folk legends, there are often stories about old gods who change into dragon and tiger illusions to scare the people who seek Taoism in the mountains. If they are sincere and firm, they will naturally not be afraid. But if they are not sincere, they will not use those illusions. Those who seek Taoism will be frightened and run away down the mountain. This move of Wu Sect is similar to the white-bearded old gods in the story, but he is testing the loyalty of the barbarian women. Even if the next few barbarian women are like this, the temperament of that Wu Sect can be seen.

Turning his head to look at An Bochen who was silent, Sima Jin patted him: "What are you thinking?"

"I was wondering, where is the intersection between her and Xiaoguan? Although their dreams meet here, Xiaoguan is in the west and the barbarian girl is in the east. They have not even seen each other. How do these dreams cross together?"

Looking at the barbarian girl walking on the long mountain road with a pious face, An Bochen looked suspicious.

"What I said is... Hey, look at what she holds... is that... a witch?"

While talking, the two saw the barbarian woman taking out a puppet from her arms, biting her fingertips and drawing them on her body. She was also muttering words while drawing them. The puppet was fat and had a full facial features, which looked very much like the fat general of Dakuang.

"Witch? What is that?"

"It is also considered a Taoist method, but it is classified as a side-door. In the previous dynasty, this witch puppet technique appeared in Dakuang. The caster used the witch puppet to control the victim and cast spells thousands of miles away, harming people invisible. It is said that the person who is proficient in the witch puppet technique was a man from the Nagasun. Because this witch puppet technique was too evil, he was discovered and expelled from the Nagasun and later disappeared."

"According to what you say, the witches originated from Dakuang?"

"Who knows, or maybe the person who got into the Changmen was originally from the Southern Wilderness. No matter which one it was, the barbarian woman was holding a witch doll. The little official was probably controlled by her and she had just arrived all the way to the south."

Sima Jin spoke as he spoke, his tone gradually became colder, and he was about to pounce on the barbarian woman. He suddenly remembered that he was in the dream of the two of them, so he had to give up helplessly and said in disappointment: "But just look at the little official's desperate resistance in the evening, this barbarian woman is not always using this evil magic, it should be because she is not good at doing enough."

Sima Jin has a magical power to explore people's cultivation. As early as the evening, she could see that the barbarian woman only had the cultivation level of Yanhuo. Although Li Xiaoguan was only Yanhuo, he was wide-body and fat, and he was not weak. Logically speaking, he should not be carried up so easily by the barbarian woman. The reason for this may be related to his unstable mind before being cast spells.

"How to remove it? Destroy the witches?"

As he could not keep an eye on the barbarian girl who was drawing the witch puppet, An Bochen's voice was slightly cold.

"Eighty times it's like this."

Sima Jin nodded, but saw An Bochen frowning slightly, as if he was still confused.

At this moment, thunder was rolling, and several purple lightning flashed among the sky and clouds. Heavy rain poured down. At a young age, a water flow of fingers accumulated on the plank road. The water flow seemed to stand up on the plank road out of thin air, gathering itself without the need for dam interception, which was indescribable.

Another thunder sound, An Bochen opened his mouth wide and stared at the plank road in disbelief.

The river piled up by rain, the barbarian woman stood steadily like walking on the ground. Her face looked very ugly, and she didn't seem to expect such a thing to happen. However, it didn't take long for her to recover, and the pious color in her eyes became stronger and stronger, as if two pillars of flames were burning in the night rain.

“Wow…”

Amid the astonished eyes of An Bochen and Sima Jin, the water flowing down the plank road suddenly froze, as if it was a long piece of ice.

In an instant, the rain flowed again, not downward but towards.

The rain turned into a river, and the river went against the trend, carrying barbarian women circling and rushing towards the ancient temple on the top of the mountain.

Such supernatural powers seize the fortune of heaven and earth, calling the wind and rain, let alone Anbochen, even Sima Jin has never seen it before.

When they looked at each other, a trace of solemnity flashed in An Bochen's eyes. Although he couldn't see what Sima Jin was thinking, he could still sense a little uneasiness from her slightly tight fingers.

Their opponent this time is not the snake demon of the Left, nor is it the powerful generals such as the Five Tigers and Seven Bears, but an existence that is countless times stronger than the former. It is not only powerful, but also mysterious. This is the most terrifying opponent.

"Don't worry, there is no situation in the world that will be broken. No matter how powerful a person is, he will have his weaknesses."

Holding Sima Jin's hand tightly, An Bochen said in a deep voice, no longer hesitating, and flying towards the temple.

When I was young, the barbarian girl was brought to the top of the mountain by the water flowing, and the lightning disappeared, the night sky became clear, and the rain outside the Wu Temple all faded away. The moment the moonlight shone, there was no more water droplet on the ground.

The barbarian girl leaned over and knelt down, almost prostrating herself, and kowtowed respectfully to the Wu Temple.

After kowtowing nine times, the barbarian woman got up. As she stood up, she creaked and the gate of the Wu Temple slowly opened.

The Wu Temple is very big, no less than seven or eight central halls in the Lju Palace, and its temple gate is even more peculiar. It is not opened from both sides, but slowly pulled up one by one, just like a "big mouth". A faint light shines from the temple gate like a tiger's mouth. When you look closely, two barbarians wearing snow-white gowns walked out with torches, staring at the barbarian girl from a high place, with sharp eyes.

"Does there be a handwritten by Lord Wu Sect?"

"have."

The barbarian woman said calmly, took out a piece of silk cloth from her arms and handed it over.

After taking the bronze silk cloth, the envoy of the Witch Temple looked at the barbarian girl and nodded: "Aqi? Come in."

Listening to the conversation between the two, An Bochen's heart moved, and his eyes glancing at Sima Jin, and when he saw that she was thinking and silent.

The barbarian girl named Aqi followed the envoy into the witch temple, followed by An Bochen and Sima Jin.

The temple gate is closed, and the most mysterious existence in the Southern Wilderness is presented to the two of them.

At first it was a long corridor. The walls beside the corridor were carved with murals with dim colors and mottled patterns. Some of them could be seen clearly, while others had faded. The murals that could still be seen clearly include grasslands and rivers, and also mountains and rivers rolling among the sky and clouds, which looked very much like the dream background of the barbarian Aqi.

"Xiao Anzi, you told me that the dream background is a dream background and wish deep in a person's heart. This can explain Aqi's dream background."

After passing the mural, Sima Jin whispered: "Whenever religious charity is given and preached, it will first describe a false future scene before it can deceive the believers."

"Indeed, Aqi's dream background is very similar to these murals, but painting these places may not necessarily not exist."

An Bochen entered the Immortal Palace and the Cave Heaven and Blessings. Although the scenery in the murals was like a fairyland, it was not rare for An Bochen.

"Yes." Hearing this, Sima Jin nodded slightly: "There is such a fairy scenery in Xuande Cave Heaven, but this is the southern wilderness. Such murals appear among the poor mountains and rivers, which is a strange thing."

During the chat, the two of them had already walked through the corridor.

Outside the corridor is a temple, but it is very different from the ordinary temples. The hall is spacious and not inferior to the central hall of the Liu Palace. Wide sinks divide the temple into nine pieces. The sink is made of mercury, about nine feet wide and more than thirty feet long, and stretches across the temple. Under the moonlight falling through the dark grid of the dome, shimmering silver light, and there is a strong mystery in its magnificence.

Although the temple was unique, it only allowed An Bochen's gaze to stay for a moment. The next moment, An Bochen saw the person standing on the top of the temple with his back facing him.

At first glance, the man looked very ordinary, with a narrow shoulder and a thin back. He did not have the heroic posture of Lu Fengqi, nor did he have the murderous intention of Xi Tian when he first met Dian Kui. But for some reason, when he saw the man's back under the moonlight, An Bochen felt his whole body tense and his heartbeat could not help but accelerate.

Even though she knew it was in a dream, An Bochen still could not control the blood flowing rapidly in his body, and the murderous intent gathered to fill his chest and was about to break out.

"Don't be impatient."

Sima Jin's whisper came from his ears, and An Bochen felt relieved, but Sima Jin gently held the tense hand.

"Aqi pays homage to Lord Wu Zong."
Chapter completed!