"Pangu Temple!"

Chen Weiming was exhausted because of his exhaustion of qi and blood, and his eyes were almost closed. At this moment, when he heard the Ming Dao say it, he couldn't help but open his eyes and see everything in the temple more clearly.

Statue, huge statue... Chen Weiming finally saw the huge black shadows clearly. It is indeed the place where Lao Cai paid special attention, and it is indeed extraordinary. Such a large temple and such a large statue, I am afraid that there will be no second place in the world.

Unlike the Ming Dao, he heard Lao Cai say about Pangu Temple. This is a very strange place on Pangu Continent, with the same name as the land where people live, but no one knows the origin of the word "Pangu".

As for these statues, they were not originally found in temples, but were built by the King of Nine Yang more than 100,000 years ago. When you look closely at this time, you can clearly see that there is a stone tablet in front of each statue with words engraved on it.

Fuxi...Nuwa...Suiren...Have a nest...Black clothes...Cangjie, plus the one around him: Pangu. There are seven stone tablets in total, and seven statues in total.

If the guess is good, these should be seven ancient gods, but even Lao Cai doesn’t know their origin and past, let alone others. What I don’t understand is... What’s the origin of the Nine Yang True Man, and what kind of relationship does he have with these ancient gods?

When Lao Cai talked about this place in the past, Chen Weiming thought that one day he would come here to see it, and he could find something as Lao Cai said, but he never expected that he would come so soon and still in this state.

He thought this place would be very lively, but he never thought it would be a ridiculous thing that was uninhabited.

Chen Weiming naturally didn't know that although all major forces knew that Li Qinglian and Jiuyang Zhenren came here often, they naturally began to give up after spending thousands of years not discovering anything here. Over time, this situation became like this.

So what about magical powers? I just want to live at this moment... Chen Weiming sighed, but he was helpless.

The noise outside was getting louder and louder, and the searcher should have arrived here soon. Ming Dao wanted to help Chen Weiming up, but he refused: "No... don't worry about me, you take me with me, it will only make me more painful."

This is not just to not drag down Ming Dao, but to not want to continue. He didn't have the courage to commit suicide, so he could only think about being relatively happy. The injury to his heart could last for one day at most, and this kind of escape was meaningless.

Ming Dao didn't want to think about it, just looked at his injuries and his breath, and finally sighed: "I'll kill some people for you to bury!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked outside.

Looking at the back of walking out, Chen Weiming sighed, looking at the top of the temple with his eyes blank, motionless.

The Nether Knife walked to the entrance of the temple step by step, and after a few breaths, he did not escape, but took out the long sword and stood at the entrance.

"Who!"

Soon, someone discovered him at the entrance of the temple, and a large group of soldiers immediately surrounded him.

"It's him, that guy who killed the prince."

"It's not the killer of Yanyun Pavilion, or the Ghost Evil Sect. The city lord has an order, so he will be killed without any hesitation."

"The city lord said that as long as he brings his head back, he will reward one thousand intermediate Yuan crystals and one third-grade spiritual weapon."

A group of people were extremely fanatical, and even their eyes were red. One thousand intermediate Yuan crystals were an indescribable huge sum for them on the border of the empire, and they could even become their first capital to start the road to a family.

The empire is different from other forces. The most common ones here are aristocratic families. Creating a family, no matter how big or small, is the wish of almost everyone, and now there is finally hope.

"kill!"

Suddenly, there was no such roar, but the Nether Knife roar. As soon as he finished speaking, he killed everyone with a long sword in his hand. The Death Knife rays like a mad dragon flying, and directly rushed into the group of soldiers.

"ah!"

Screams of screams came one after another. Facing the murderous Nether Sword, it was difficult for a group of people to suppress, and many casualties were killed or injured. However, the empire sent a lot of people and well-trained people. Soon they surrounded him in circles and suppressed him and were difficult to escape. Pangu Temple was immediately caught in a bloody battle.

Listening to the fighting outside, Chen Weiming sighed in his heart. It is a good thing for someone not to abandon himself or not to give up on himself. Ming Dao is a killer, but not just a killer. But at this moment, he hopes that Ming Dao is a pure killer. In this way, he will not feel guilty in his heart.

If this continues, it will inevitably be death, not just yourself, but also the Nether Dao. Could it be that he just accepts his fate? Chen Weiming was unwilling to accept his fate and suddenly remembered what Lao Cai said.

This place is where both Jiuyang Zhenren and Li Qinglian often come, so there must be some ulterior motives. If you come here yourself, you might be able to discover something.

At this moment, he could only be a living horse. Chen Weiming took a deep breath, activated the little mental power left, and used his eyes to break the delusion and retain the truth to look in all directions.

I didn't know if I didn't see it, but when I saw it, I was shocked. The entire Pangu Temple was wrapped in various Taoist patterns, densely packed, shining with the light of Taoism, connected together, like a huge silkworm cocoon.

At first glance, it turned out to be like a small universe, independent of this big world. Such a formation can no longer be interpreted by the way of practicing this world. There is no doubt that this is a larger formation that is more mysterious than the library of the Evil Valley, and the mysterious wonder is even more indescribable.

In Chen Weiming's mind, the Nine Yang Zhenren was already a god, and he even guessed that he was the strongest person. But before long, a miracle that was even more amazing than him appeared.

What kind of person is this?

Pangu, Fuxi, Nuwa...who are those ancient gods, and what does their names represent...

Why is the Nine Yang Zhenren so fond of this place? What is he coming here for? Why did he make these statues of ancient gods? What are he looking for in this world?

Li Qinglian is a strange man of his generation, and has a graceful spirituality. Except for a few people who have something to do with him, no one else is taken seriously by him. But such a person only likes this place. What exactly does he want to do here?

One by one, one doubt circling in his mind, unable to solve it. After careful consideration, Chen Weiming felt that his hair was standing up all over his body, and even layers of goose bumps fell over and over again. He felt that he seemed to have come into contact with a world that was too many and unimaginable beyond this world.

It was as if he sighed that his eyes moved to the top of the temple, his pupils shrank again, and even his heart stopped.
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