The only one among the three who was relatively calm was Qin Changan, who had not yet recovered from his injuries. He endured severe pain and limped to the edge of the dense forest, reaching out to rub the ancient trees.
The touch of rough tree bark came from his fingertips. As he approached Qin Changan, he discovered that these ancient trees that looked extremely lush were not green, but showed a deep black color.
"It's getting dark, and we must find a way to find shelter as soon as possible."
Xue Jinqiu walked over with a solemn expression. The blood moon above his head exuded a faint blood-colored brilliance, but as time went by, these bloody brilliance began to gradually dim.
It seemed as if the blood moon above his head had exhausted its power.
"Why?"
Qin Changan looked at Xue Jinqiu in confusion.
"The Holy Abyss is different from the outside. The seniors in the clan have said that after nightfall in the Holy Abyss, blood slaves wander around and swallow the essence of the blood moon to strengthen their bodies and souls."
"So the Holy Abyss will become extremely dangerous after nightfall. If you cannot find a hiding place, you will be exposed to the blood slaves."
There are powerful men in the Taisui Palace who have entered the Holy Abyss, so there are also records about this in the sect's classics.
At first, he just watched it as an anecdote, but he never thought that one day he would enter here.
"The blood slave wanders..."
Qin Changan's pupils shrank, and the previous scene in Wushuang City appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but shudder. He walked quickly to the side with a cane and endured the severe pain.
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go find a place quickly."
Sang Yu looked at Qin Changan with a strange expression. Is he really the one who was seriously injured and carried here by Third Senior Brother?
The three of them kept searching in this area. After walking for an unknown distance, they finally saw a courtyard. However, when they excitedly opened the courtyard door and entered it, they fell silent.
Taoist temple!
This is a Taoist temple, and it is exactly the same as the Taoist temple they encountered before.
The layout inside the courtyard is also the same as a main hall and two side rooms.
Even the clay statues enshrined in the main hall are exactly the same.
"Nima..."
Xue Jinqiu's face was filled with anger, and spiritual power surged in his body. He raised his fist and smashed it towards the clay statue.
Boom!
The dark spiritual power crashed onto the clay statue, and a huge roar resounded.
However, the scene of the broken clay statue they imagined did not appear. The clay statue emitted a faint white fluorescence under Xue Jinqiu's attack and looked weak and harmless.
However, Xue Jinqiu's offensive was completely swallowed up. Except for the dust shaken off by the vibration of the hall, it seemed as if nothing had happened.
"Ahem..."
"Which turtle grandson is so rebellious and dares to disrespect the statue of Patriarch Taiqing?"
A figure wearing a gray gown walked out quickly from the main hall, cursing and yelling as he walked.
His body was covered with dust and his hair had turned gray.
His face was sullen and he looked around.
Hearing the sound, Qin Changan and the others were slightly startled, and then looked intently.
The latter was seen carrying a three-inch long sword on his back, and hanging on his waist was a withered yellow wine gourd with a faded red ribbon tied around the gourd's waist.
He was constantly dusting himself off.
"This junior didn't know there was someone in the hall, so he got angry and took action hastily. I hope my senior can forgive me."
Xue Jinqiu put his hands in front of him, bowed and apologized, a trace of apology flashed in his eyes.
In fact, I thought about the strange scene when I met the Taoist temple outside, and then met the Taoist temple again. Even if it was something, I understood that there could be no connection between the two.
Their appearance here is definitely related to this Taoist temple.
"Anxious fire attacks the heart?"
"I think you are obsessed with something."
The gray-robed Taoist glanced at Xue Jinqiu, and his eyes swept across the three people in front of him in turn. However, when he passed Qin Changan, he suddenly stopped and his pupils shrank.
But then he calmly looked away.
"Senior, this Taoist temple is..."
Qin Changan asked. At this time, the white light shrouding the Taoist temple had gradually dissipated. Only the clay statue in the main hall still had a wisp of white light flickering weakly.
"Taiqing Temple, the clay body inside is Taiqing Patriarch."
The gray-robed Taoist no longer dusted himself off at this time, turned around, walked to the stone table in the middle of the yard, sat down, and looked up at the blood moon hanging high in the sky.
At this moment, the blood moon's light dimmed, and the surrounding area gradually fell into darkness.
It was as if a wild beast was devouring everything around it, deep and extreme, and there was even a strong sense of emptiness.
Taiqingguan...
Qin Changan and Xue Jinqiu frowned. They looked at each other and shook their heads slightly. There was no record of this force in their memories.
Xue Jinqiu even thought about all the records about the Holy Abyss in his mind, but still could not find any records about these three words.
"When a superior man hears the Tao, he practices it diligently; when a sergeant hears the Tao, he lives or perishes; when a junior man hears the Tao, he laughs, and laughter is not enough to practice the Tao."
A clear and sweet voice came from behind the two of them. Looking back, it was Sang Yu who was looking at them suspiciously.
It seems that she herself is not sure.
"Oh? I didn't expect that there are still words of truth in the world here?"
The gray-robed Taoist took off the wine gourd from his waist and was about to pour it into his mouth. He was slightly startled when he heard the voice, then followed the sound and looked at Sang Yu with some surprise.
"I don't know. I just saw it on a broken stone tablet. It had the words Taiqing and this sentence on it."
Feeling the doubtful looks from Xue Jinqiu and Qin Changan, Sang Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head.
This was what I saw when I naughtily sneaked into the mountain behind Tai Sui Temple and was imprisoned for three full months.
"A stone tablet?"
"It seems that those guys are lazy sometimes."
A sneer appeared on the face of the gray-robed Taoist, and then he raised his hand to take a sip from the gourd of wine in his hand, squinting his eyes slightly in enjoyment.
Qin Changan frowned and turned to look at the clay statue in the main hall.
At this moment, the blood moon is dim and night is falling, but the clay statue itself is emitting a faint fluorescent light, which is not strong in nature. Under this endless darkness, the entire Taoist temple is set off like a beacon in the dark night.
The low roar of the blood slave could be vaguely heard in his ears, like a terrifying beast roar surrounding him.
But these roars were all fifty meters away. Within fifty meters, the white light of the Taoist temple was shining slowly, and everything was peaceful.
Seeing this scene, Qin Changan's eyes were full of surprise.
Blocking the night? Blood slaves cannot enter? What kind of power is this?
Why had he never heard of such a power that could stop blood slaves?
If this kind of power could be utilized on the city walls of each city, wouldn't it be a peace of mind?
But this made the question in his mind even more serious. He turned around and looked at the gray-robed Taoist who was sitting in front of the stone table, shaking his head and holding a wine gourd and asked.
"Senior, I want to know why we were brought here."
The gray-robed Taoist paused slightly with the gourd he held in mid-air, then the corners of his mouth curved, and his eyes looked at Qin Changan with a smile.