Chapter 45 The Temple of the Strong in the Past

"Let's go! It's impossible to go back and keep going!" After healing his wounds, Ye Qianqiu stood up, pulled out the Qingyang sword with a trace of cracks, and said to Yunyue.

"Well, let's go!" Yunyue nodded and followed him to the bronze gate.

When the two came to the bronze gate, they both felt an extremely powerful force, but the power did not seem to be here, as if it came from another world, as if it was behind this door!

Yunyue looked up at the bronze gate. There were some ancient words engraved on it. Yunyue basically couldn't recognize any of them, but he immediately thought that Ye Qianqiu recognized the five ancient characters of the Xiaotian Demon Temple without thinking about it before. He patted Ye Qianqiu on the back and said, "Kid, you recognize the words on it. Do you have to come out?"

Ye Qianqiu looked up at those ancient characters, and then looked back at the cloud moon and said, "That's all?"

Yunyue nodded and said, "Do you recognize it?"

Ye Qianqiu made a possible gesture to him, then looked up at the ancient characters, and then slowly read, "When I come here, I always feel something is wrong. Behind this door..." After reading this, Ye Qianqiu frowned and said, "No, leave your name, Shang Jiutian!"

"Nine days!" Yunyue said these three words lightly. He felt that he had seen them somewhere, but he couldn't remember where they were.

At this time, Ye Qianqiu smiled and said, "This fame is really imposing. Shang Jiutian, hey hey, does he have a brother named Xia Jiuyou? Shang Jiutian, Shang Jiutian, Xia Jiuyou, Xia Jiuyou!"

Hearing this, Yunyue smiled, and then seemed to remember something, looked at the ancient characters, and then read those words again.

Ye Qianqiu didn't know what he was doing. He just looked at him with a puzzled face and didn't say anything, as if he was waiting for him to say anything.

Suddenly, Yunyue put on a suddenly enlightened expression and said, "I remember that I saw this name in the "Huaxia Fengyun Record" of Taiyimen!"

"Record of Huaxia, what is it?" Ye Qianqiu looked at him puzzledly. He really hadn't heard the title of the book.

"It is the name of a book, which has been passed down from generation to generation, supplemented and recorded some popular figures and major events in China!" Yunyue returned to her normal appearance, and then said slowly, "Shang Jiutian, a peerless strong man seven thousand years ago, it is said that he had killed the ancient sect alone, the Yaoxing Palace, and defeated the whole Yaoxing Palace with one person without any power to fight back! There is also a legend that he once made an appointment to fight against Wusheng Guan Yu. The two fought for ten days and ten nights, breaking thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but still did not win or lose. After that, the legendary Confucius persuaded them to stop the battle, otherwise I don't know how many mountains and rivers will be broken!"

After listening to Yunyue's words, Ye Qianqiu thought for a moment and said, "So, this Jiutian's cultivation is almost Yu Wusheng Guan Yu?"

"Well, it should be right, the most holy realm!" Yunyue nodded, and then looked up at the bronze gate, "This demon temple has even been to the most holy. What's the secret?"

"There are other people left on it!" Ye Qianqiu looked up at the ancient characters on the bronze door and said.

"Is there anyone else?" Yunyue frowned and felt that the demon temple seemed to have a great deal.

Ye Qianqiu nodded slowly, and then read according to the ancient words on the bronze door, "Shang Jiutian, there is nothing strange behind him. I went there. Except for a Tibetan scripture hall, other places are empty. When I go out, I will definitely go to him to settle accounts!" Ye Qianqiu paused and said, "The name is the soul of the wind"

"Wind and soul! Do you mean the soul of the wind? After listening to Ye Qianqiu's words, Yunyue looked at him with a surprised face and asked loudly.

Ye Qianqiu frowned and said, "Yes, it's the soul of wind!"

Hearing this, Yunyue thought for a moment and then said, "Feng Shanghun, a generation of legends 5,000 years ago, is undressed and bold, but not easy to mess with!" It is said that a most holy strong man slapped his friend to death in Kunlun Mountain. After the wind and soul knew about it, he was furious and smashed the void. Then he found the most holy strongman, captured him to the top of Kunlun, and finally beat him into flying ashes and sprinkled the whole Kunlun, just to pay tribute to his friend! Rumors of later generations broke the void with shocking anger, and Kunlun slaughtered the holy wind and killed the soul!"

"The most holy strong man is beaten into flying ashes, and this wind-shang soul is so horrible!" After listening to Yunyue's words, Ye Qianqiu swallowed his saliva. The most holy strong man, which can be regenerated by flesh and blood, was actually beaten into flying ash. The horror of the wind and soul is unimaginable!

"Hmm! Shang Jiutian, Fengshang Soul, are all legendary strong men. Fengshang Soul has not died for nine days, and it is not difficult to see from the words of Fengshang Soul that they know each other!" Yunyue nodded and said slowly.

Then, Ye Qianqiu looked at the bronze door again. Finally, he found a few lines of words in the corner, but Ye Qianqiu could not recognize those words, which were neither ancient characters nor current words. He told Yunyue that there were still a few lines of words here, but he couldn't recognize them. Yunyue was curious and looked at the corner and found that it was two or three thousand years old. He recognized this kind of word, so he read it out.

"The Xiaotian Demon Temple is indeed secret. It came with blood all the way, and finally the blood was full of the temple. There was no lack of holy blood among them, but it still did not loosen the final prohibition. I will come back to this demon temple!" Yunyue read these words with a shocked face. When he finally saw the name, he was even more shocked and almost didn't call out. Finally, he slowly read out the name, "The name...Lu Lichen!"

"Who is Lu Lichen?" Ye Qianqiu seemed to be very shocked when he saw Yunyue, but he was not so shocked when he heard the names of Shang Jiutian and Feng Shang Soul, so he frowned and asked.

Yunyue swallowed his saliva and then said, "Lu Lichen, this name, was a taboo existence more than 2,000 years ago, because this man's murderous intention was too intimidating. It is said that thousands of miles away, he could also feel his murderous intention to the skies. At that time, many most holy strongmen fell into his hands, and he It has always appeared in people's eyes as a young man in purple, so the purple wind swept and stained with red blood for thousands of miles, that is to say, this young killer, Lu Lichen!"

"The purple wind swept through, and the red blood stained thousands of miles! Kill thousands of miles with blood, kill the god with blood!" After listening to Yunyue's words, Ye Qianqiu muttered, and then he thought of the words Yunyue had just read, "There is no lack of holy blood..." This shocked him, Tu Sheng! This Lu Lichen is also horrible and unimaginable.

At this moment, Ye Qianqiu wrote down three names, Shang Jiutian, who was comparable to Wu Sheng, and the wind and soul of the void, and the young god of killing, Lu Lichen! These three people are all beings he wants to look up to!

"Let's go! If that's really what the door says, there is mostly something secret about this demon temple, but it's hard to find. Go to the back first!" Yunyue said so and slowly stepped forward. Seeing this, Ye Qianqiu also slowly followed.

When they took a step in front of the door, the bronze gate opened automatically, which shocked the two people who were not psychologically prepared.

The bronze door opened, and there was a lot of brilliance inside. You can't see what it is. You can only know until the door is fully opened.

Finally, the bronze gate was fully opened, and Ye Qianqiu and Yunyue carefully walked in. In front of them were several huge attices, each of which seemed to contain endless treasures and was shining into the sun.

The two looked at each other, then nodded, and went straight ahead to an attic together. In this temple, they had to be very careful at any time.

Ye Qianqiu and Yunyue walked to the attic door and opened the door. The scene in front of them shocked them again, or frightened them!

In front of them, more than a dozen dragon guards and strong clans of the royal family died, and all of them did not close their eyes. What came out of their eyes was the endless despair and endless fear!

"Five Uncle..." Among the more than a dozen people who died, Yunyue saw Taiyimen, his fifth uncle!

"My condolences!" Ye Qianqiu patted him on the shoulder and said to him, "Nine people came from the dragon cavalry. Three people died in the front, and four people died here. Now there are only two people. Two people from the Taiqing Sect also died. Now there are only one. Three people from Zixia Sect also died. Now there is only one. Finally, three people died in the Xuanzhen Sect. There are two more now!"

Ye Qianqiu did not say too much, because he and Yunyue knew that there were two people in Taiyimen, one of the three elders of the sub-saint, and the other was the second uncle of the cloud moon, Longyue's nine heavens.

"That is to say, eight people have survived now, but they are nowhere to be traced!" Ye Qianqiu continued to say, and gradually, Yunyue also recovered. Suddenly, his eyes flashed the aisle, and then shouted, "Go, exit, this is a place of great murder!"

Immediately, he pulled up Ye Qianqiu, and the two retreated instantly and withdrew from the attic between breaths.

"What's going on?" After exiting, Ye Qianqiu frowned and looked at the cloud moon and asked.

Cloud Moon stared at the attic and finally said, "I feel that there seems to be an unimaginable existence there!"

"Inconceivable existence? This..." Ye Qianqiu was about to say something, but in an instant, the Qingyang sword in his hand began to tremble violently, as if he felt something terrible!

Ye Qianqiu and Yunyue have noticed this. The divine sword is psychic. There is nothing wrong with this feeling. Here, there is indeed an unimaginable existence, or an unimaginable power!

In a moment, not only the Qingyang sword in Ye Qianqiu's hand, but also the demon temple began to tremble violently. It seemed that something was going to come out of another world. A terrible breath swept the whole temple. Ye Qianqiu and Yunyue couldn't support it at the first time and knelt down on one knee. Up.