In the past few days, figures appeared from time to time in the wild mountains outside the ancient temple, but they could only watch from a distance. The originally wild mountains had now turned into a golden desert. Everyone could bear to see this scene.
Trembling constantly.
"It seems that Kasyapa is bound to die. As a result, there will be one less person on the road to becoming a strong man in the future." Nan Feiyue was dressed in black, looking at the prehistoric temple with cold eyes, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth.
Behind him, there was Sanjiao from the Southern Territory, who also had a cold smile.
"Fortunately, Mr. Feiyue, you have the power of clairvoyance and can capture the traces of Kasyapa, otherwise it would be really difficult for you seniors to catch him." Saint Yao Ji said with a smile, and she did not hesitate to be holy.
Nan Feiyue smiled and said: "If you want to become a strong man, you don't have to use brute force. This Kasyapa is just a clown. I don't take him seriously at all. I only need to use a little bit of tricks to make him
There are enemies everywhere, no need for me to take action."
"Young master, you have good tricks." Tu Jiaojiao pursed her lips and said with a smile.
If anyone sees it at this moment, they will definitely be envious and jealous of Nan Feiyue. Being accompanied by these three beauties of Nanyu Sanjiao, this is what any man dreams of, even if it means losing a few decades of life.
Already.
"Let's go." Nan Feiyue sneered, turned around and left with Sanjiao from the South Territory.
The horror of the prehistoric temple is such that no one dares to stay here longer.
And not long after Nan Feiyue left, another figure appeared, holding a bronze halberd and flying black hair. It was Dugu Xiaotian.
"It's such a pity to die like this. I wanted to defeat you with my own hands." Dugu Xiaotian said coldly, then turned and left.
In the far sky, there was a sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring, and a stunning woman in white came stepping on the holy light. She was then cut off by a holy sword, her white clothes fluttering, her appearance was stunning, like a fairy walking out of a picture, like a moon palace with her head tilted up.
The beautiful woman is graceful and graceful, and her messy and flying black hair further accentuates a kind of sacred and wild beauty.
When Chang Xi came, she was also standing outside the ancient temple, not daring to go deep, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed into a line.
"It's really a Jedi place. Mortals are not allowed to enter. How on earth did he get in." Chang Xi pursed her red lips and murmured lightly.
At this time, another figure flew in like a dream, dressed in white as snow, with refining feet. The figure was shrouded in white robes, but the graceful figure could still be seen, with a string of sheep hanging around his neck.
The Buddhist beads, as holy as fat jade, came to Chang Xi.
"It's you." Seeing Chang Xi, the white-robed beauty was slightly surprised, then she took off the pocket on her head and saw that it was Xue Ni.
"Are you here to die for that evil man?" Chang Xi said.
"I never believed he was dead." Xue Ni said lightly, her holy cheeks looking holy.
"After entering the prehistoric temple, can he still come out alive?" Chang Xi said, her beautiful eyes staring slightly into the distance.
"I don't know, but I believe he will not die. Buddhism talks about fate. My Buddhist master speculates that the fate between Master Kassapa and Buddhism is not over yet." Xueni said, but when she said this, even she herself was confused.
There are so many beautiful eyes, but there is no bottom.
"Then just keep waiting with the idea of deceiving yourself and others." Chang Xi said, not staying where she was, turning around and stepping on the holy light to leave.
On the spot, only Xue Ni was left alone, looking eagerly into the depths of the prehistoric temple. Her white robes made a sound, as if she was about to turn into an immortal and go away. There was a Bodhisattva who seemed to have descended from the mortal world, making this golden desert shrouded in holiness.
the breath.
At this moment, in a black ocean, a figure covered in blood and flesh was floating, the sky was covered with thick clouds, the sea water was inky black, as if dyed with ink, and there was a strong breath of surprise between the sky and the earth.
This place is simply a magical sea.
Kasyapa was floating on the sea, his body cracked, but a colorful light shrouded him. He was recovering from serious injuries, his flesh and blood was squirming, and the wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the center of Kasyapa's eyebrows, a little Buddha light shone out.
, forming a golden halo to protect Kasyapa, making it impossible for the black sea water to get close to Kasyapa.
To be precise, Kasyapa was not floating on the sea, but was dragged by the golden Buddha's light.
The moment he entered the prehistoric temple, Kasyapa was not only injured by the artifact, but also endured a tremendous force of oppression. A wisp of pressure fell from the heavenly formation outside the prehistoric temple, almost annihilating him physically and mentally. But fortunately,
Kasyapa still managed to escape the disaster and escaped the heavy pressure.
"kindness"
After an unknown amount of time, the wounds on Kasyapa's body were almost completely healed. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes, looking at the black sky.
"This is here." Kasyapa wondered for a while, and then memories came flooding back. He remembered that he was being chased by two elders from the Shanhai Alliance and the Martial Saint Sect, and had no choice but to enter the ancient temple, but was suppressed by the Heavenly Formation.
, almost completely destroyed.
"A prehistoric temple?" Kassapa sat up, and the golden Buddha light around him held him back. Kassapa stood on the sea.
"How could this be like this?" In an instant, Kasyapa was shocked by the scene in front of him. Looking at the demon sea in front of him and the deathly silence coming from around him, it was like a scene after the end of the world.
The prehistoric temple is the homeland left by the gods. Logically speaking, it should be full of sacred peace. How could it be such a terrifying scene? Looking at this sea of demons, it reminded Kasyapa of the end of 2012 in the Maya population.
.
"Isn't it a temple? How can it be a sea?" Kasyapa wondered, and then he found himself surrounded by a golden Buddha light. This Buddha light was emanating from the relics between his eyebrows.
Kasyapa frowned. He took out an ordinary secret treasure and threw it into the black sea water. A horrifying scene appeared. After sinking into the black sea water, the ordinary secret treasure immediately turned into a pile of ashes.
, corroded clean by sea water.
"hiss!"
Kasyapa took a sharp breath, this was too scary. This sea of demons was even scarier than sulfuric acid. Fortunately, he had Buddhist treasures on his body to protect himself, otherwise Kasyapa would have been no more than a piece of scrap metal at this time.
Turned into fly ash.
"No wonder no one can walk out of here, let alone the ancient temple. Ordinary people can't cross this magical sea alone." Kasyapa thought gloomily. He stepped on the sea with no sense of direction.
I can walk by just feeling.
Now that he is trapped in the ancient temple, there is no way to be anxious. Kasyapa does not think that he has the strength to go out. Even the masters of the fourth level of great supernatural powers are trapped here. What qualifications does he have?
create a miracle.
Now, Kasyapa could only take one step at a time. He wanted to see what was so scary about this ancient temple. Even if he died here, his trip would not be in vain.
Gradually, Kasyapa did not know how many days he had walked on the sea. Time flew by. Kasyapa felt that more than ten days had passed, but he still did not get out of this sea of demons. Fortunately, there were Buddhist relics.
Protection, Kasyapa is not in danger of life for now.
"Since it is called the homeland of the gods, then this world must have been created by the gods. It is not a real world, but an evolution of supernatural powers." Kasyapa pondered, frowning slightly: "Just looking at the scene in front of me,
I prefer to believe that it is the hometown of the devil."
On the deathly calm sea, Kasyapa didn't know how long he had walked. He felt as if centuries had passed. But he couldn't stop and could only keep walking forward and keep walking.
One day, two days, three days
one month, two months, three months
Kassapa has not yet reached the realm of great supernatural powers and cannot live without food, but fortunately he has the support of profound cultivation and strong body. It doesn't matter if he doesn't eat for a month or two. But such a boring day is really boring.
It's too unbearable. Moreover, we are in a primitive temple, and we don't know when our lives will be in danger.
"Am I destined to be trapped and die inside? Even if I am trapped and die here, I still want to see the true face of the prehistoric temple." Kasyapa secretly gritted his teeth and insisted.
Finally, hard work paid off, and with Kasyapa's persistence, he finally saw the end of the demonic sea.
The black mist shrouded in the distance seemed to be the sleeping place of the devil, full of terrifying visions. The black mist sometimes turned into ghost faces and sometimes turned into demons. It was like an entrance to the netherworld. There was no trace of the homeland of the gods.
Look.
However, Kasyapa's eyesight was extraordinary, and he still saw this vision. There was a continuous stretch of palaces standing upright. He couldn't see their true appearance, and could only vaguely see their outlines.
"Finally I saw it." Kasyapa seemed to be motivated and strode forward. He was not afraid of danger. Being trapped in such a place was almost a certain death situation, but even if he died, Kasyapa would have to break through these visions.
See the true face of ancient temples.
Whether this prehistoric temple is really as terrible as the world's legends say, Kasyapa cannot believe it unless he sees it with his own eyes.
More than ten days passed, and Kasyapa felt as if he was standing still. No matter how hard he tried to move forward, and even used the magic technique, he still could not cross the demonic sea, and the demonic land was always far away from him.
Nothing changes.
"Sure enough, there is another way." Kasyapa thought to himself.
And at this moment, on the sea in front of him, Kasyapa unexpectedly saw another figure. This figure was just like him, stepping on the golden Buddha light, walking in the void, walking on the sea level, quickly towards Kasyapa.
Coming closer.
"There are still people, and they are from the Buddhist sect. Could it be that? I'm going to strangle my own mother!" Kasyapa was wondering, but when he saw this monk who came stepping on the Buddha's light, his face suddenly became ugly.
This monk is dressed in a moon-white robe, spotless, stepping on the Buddha's light, and on his back is a golden Zen staff. On the Zen staff, there are dragons and tigers carved on it, which is simple and elegant.
This monk had a bloody wound on his chest, which was bright from the front and back. Every step he took, blood was flowing. One arm was almost cut off, with only a layer of skin hanging on his body. His entire body was covered in scars.
Baikong seems to have suffered a blow from Zhongda.
But what surprised Kasyapa the most was that the monk had a black magic pattern on his head and a dark black "swastika" mark between his eyebrows. Although the Buddha's light shone around his body, the monk's expression was fierce and murderous.
This is obviously another self.
"This is me! How is this possible!!" Kasyapa exclaimed, a chill rising from his back.
"puff!"
At this moment, the monk in front of him who looked the same as Kasyapa came closer, but for some unknown reason, his head was chopped off and disappeared in mid-air. The headless body was almost in place, and blood flowed from the cavity.
It squirted out, it was terrible to see.
"Yeah!" Kasyapa grunted, as if he had been hurt, he staggered back, unable to control himself, and looked at the scene in front of him in horror.
What on earth is going on? Another self suddenly appeared on the sea of demons. Although it was different in some places, Kasyapa could feel that it was him. The other self was scarred and covered with fatal wounds. In the end,
Even when the head was cut off, everything exuded an aura of terror that could not be explained at all.
But soon, Kasyapa found that the other person who had lost his head was moving again. Although the head was gone, the steps under his feet were still unknown. He walked over quickly, and in just a blink of an eye, he passed by him.
At this moment when he rubbed shoulders with his other self, time seemed to have stopped. Kasyapa could even hear the heartbeat of his other self, which was vigorous and powerful.