When He Yuntian saw Zhan Changfeng walking into the temple, his eyes flashed slightly and he followed in stride, "I'll go help."
The crowd couldn't stop him and could only watch him go in.
Someone muttered, "There might be an opportunity left by the gods inside. Why don't we let us in?"
Yu Sheng couldn't find the person who said this, but some people were already in commotion because of this.
"I'm willing to help the leader!"
"It's so dangerous inside, how can one or two people be enough?"
"Yes, we should go in together!"
All the corps were restless.
Yu Sheng sent a message to Gu Hanxing, "Gu Daoyou, the situation inside is not clear yet. More people will cause chaos. You are the deputy leader. Please calm down the members first."
Gu Hanxing scratched his face with his fingers. He knew how to kill people, but he really had never learned how to appease people. He thought for a while and said, "Everyone in Hanshan should be quiet. When the leader solves the people inside, the temple will be ours. Then slow down."
Take it easy, everyone has been together for so long, and we all know that the leader is not someone who will monopolize everything."
Han Shan: That makes sense.
Hanshan was quiet, but the other regiments were even more chaotic. Someone on Tongyuan's side was ready to make a move, "How come it wasn't our regiment leader who took care of them?"
"No, these guys are really annoying. Can you send them out of the battlefield first?"
Tongyuan's deputy commander, Yue Yao, said lightly, "The victory or defeat in this battle lies with the three regiment commanders. We just wait and don't forget that we are participating in a vast battle. Don't let the small lose the big.
I'll recite the Jing Jing Sutra once. If anyone can't bear it, just go ahead and don't come to us whether you're dead or alive."
Some people hesitated, and some people actually bowed and went into the temple. Not many went, seven or nine.
Mingyao said, "What should we do?"
"Anyway, we have formed an alliance with Hanshan. We will do as they do." Bai Xunsha said rather bachelorly.
...Mingyao felt that after Ning Qiwu formed an alliance with Zhan Changfeng, they no longer needed to use their brains. Tsk, forget it, Zhan Changfeng would probably help the leader, so they should leave it alone.
Moreover, there were several powerful figures in the other armies here. If he and Bai Xunsha went to the temple, they might lose in the end.
The Xuechuan Corps has been hiding, and now it is staying quietly next to the Tongyuan Corps.
On the other side, only Lu Chen and Miao Xuan were left in the Zeyan Corps. They had followed Tong Yuan before, but now some people couldn't sit still. "We have no chance of winning, so we might as well go in and look for opportunities."
"There is still a possibility of victory, such as finding the god of this temple."
All said and done, most people think it's more cost-effective to go in and have a try.
Lu Chen and Miao Xuan discussed briefly and led the remaining members of the Zeyan Corps into the temple.
"Will they be detrimental to the leader?" Kang Zizhen said coldly.
Yue Yao looked around and found that the only one who was stronger was Sui Qinghan, "Fellow Taoist Qinghan, can you go in?"
Sui Qinghan nodded slightly, stood up and went in. Now Kangzi really couldn't sit still, and then he felt that he was holding him back when he went in, so he calmed down.
"Wait a minute, have we forgotten something? Where are the remnants of the Fangcun Corps and the Qingcang Corps?"
The two regiments, which had lost their regimental commanders, were watching from a distance. At this time, they saw someone mentioning them, and they were alert.
Canglang is a sword cultivator from the Canghai sect in the Shanhai Realm. He knows Kang Zizhen from the Tongyuan Corps. He is young and knows Cen Xi from the Hanshan Mountain. Guan Anshan came out and said, "Looking at the situation, we are no longer among the top three in the competition.
It’s over, why don’t you stay with us for a while so that if something happens in the temple, we can help you.”
Yue Yao, Gu Hanxing, Bai Xunsha and others did not want to start a war without the regiment commander, so they asked Fang Cun and Qingcang's monks to stay away and not to enter the temple.
Time passed quietly, and Shuo Yu said uneasily, "Several people have gone in from Xuancheng's side. Do we really not need to send a few more people in?"
"This..." Gu Hanxing hesitated. If Zhan Changfeng hadn't stopped Wu Feiyu and clearly refused to let them in, he would have wanted to go in and have a look.
He joked, "Fellow Taoist Wu, if the leader doesn't let you in, do you really not want to go in?"
Wu Feiyu looked at him, half-smiling but not smiling, "If you want to come in, you can come in."
Gu Hanxing was able to bend and stretch, "Then let's wait a little longer."
Wu Feiyushang's eyes were filled with embarrassment, and she felt a little annoyed. The situation inside and outside now contained dangers that others had not expected. She didn't want to care about the people outside at all, but Zhan Changfeng refused to let her in, haha.
She glanced at the monks of the Xuechuan Corps, sat down cross-legged and closed her eyes to rest. A shadow Gu fell from her wide sleeves hanging to the ground, dormant in the shadows of each regiment member.
This temple seemed to be only the size of a tavern, but inside it was a different world. Zhan Changfeng was lost in the darkness as soon as she entered. Her soul imprint seemed to have been disturbed by something, and no image could be transmitted. She could only
I can walk in this empty space with my spiritual sense.
Gradually, a collapsed wall appeared in her consciousness. If she could see it, she would also see that the darkness had disappeared and the entire space was shrouded in dim light, like the gray before dawn.
As Xiao Yi said, this is indeed a ruin, with broken walls, collapsed stone houses, pillars made of round stones, strange patterns that are half hidden and half visible, and dust floating in the air motionless, as if they were sealed in
A top-secret place in a corner of time.
But it was so lackluster, unless the ruins were still ruins. Zhan Changfeng tried to expand the scope of his spiritual consciousness to find the two people who came in front, but his spiritual consciousness was limited and could only sense things within one meter.
She opened her mind, but this opening was extraordinary. The sound of death-like heavy sounds far and near, high and low, filled her heart, as if in this space without any living things, there were people everywhere and it was overcrowded.
.
However, she was certain that there were no ghosts here, which was the certainty of an earthly soul cultivator.
Yuan force, pure Yin force, and spiritual consciousness seemed unreliable here. She used divine power and the power of the world to protect her body, sensed the sounds with her heart, and found their source.
They can be found everywhere, in columns, in patterns on walls, under rubble, in every possible object.
It's tempting people to pick it up.
Zhan Changfeng realized that there was danger everywhere, so he changed his primary goal of finding the first two people to finding the exit.
A small stone rolled onto the flat floor. Xuancheng suddenly turned around and stared at the broken wall, "Is it you? I don't think this place is a place to decide the outcome."
"I thought the outcome was already decided." The exit was not found, but one person was found first. Zhan Changfeng sensed that there was a complete mural standing behind him, "What's on it?"
Xuancheng was sure that she was really blind. He turned around and continued to look at the painting wall, "It should be the birth and development of a tribe. Their totem seems to be related to water. There are many water patterns in the painting."
He continued calmly, "But it doesn't make sense. The internal conditions of this temple should have been like this in the era of the gods. How could there be tribal scenes from later generations."
"Perhaps it was left behind by people from a certain tribe in later generations who failed to enter the battlefield, or..." Zhan Changfeng said casually, "A certain dead world was divided into many pieces and treated as different parts.
Weekly battlefield."
Speaking of water, Zhan Changfeng thought of the twelve totem poles around the Qingfu Temple or the dozen stone slabs in the Lufei Temple. Is there really such a tribe that left traces of its own totems in this area?
On the battlefield?
What she cared more about was the sounds covering everywhere, and the indescribable strange energy she felt from those Xuechuan members.
Is it the owner of those voices who has possessed them?