Chapter 392 Entering the Temple at Night

Sang Mingyu said goodbye to the young family. When he arrived at Diqiu, it was already dark. The lights of the imperial hill are spread on the vast field of the imperial hill, which is so bright that it is fascinating. He walked silently across the Sky Street, and the Xuanyuan Hill in front of him went straight into the night sky, and the stars seemed to be dotted on its top.

At the bottom of the Bili City, the magnificent gate has already been closed. There were two huge torches hanging on the wall, swaying in the night wind. The eight Xuanyuan soldiers stationed at the gate stood with their spears and stood still.

"Who is it?" Sang Mingyu walked to the gate of the city, and a Xuanyuan warrior shouted, "The gate has been closed. Is there a night ban?"

Sang Mingyu came slowly, and the two soldiers raised their spears and pointed them at him. Sang Mingyu said lightly, "Don't you know who I am?"

The two soldiers shook their heads coldly. Sang Mingyu stretched out a finger and gently flicked on the bronze blade at the front of the bone spear. The two warriors only felt their brains oscillate, and immediately understood his identity - the saint did not need anything else to prove. Their unparalleled spiritual power could be imitated by anyone.

"See the Holy Goat!" The eight soldiers knelt down together and didn't even dare to raise their heads.

"Get up!" Sang Mingyu waved his hand and said lightly, "Kaocheng."

Eight soldiers answered in unison, stood up in a panic, sent a signal to the city, and the three-foot-thick iron gate slowly opened. Sang Mingyu walked in slowly, and the eight soldiers bowed to each other, as if they had seen a god. Sang Mingyu walked all the way, and the soldiers in the city were also lined up on both sides and bowed to see him off.

Sang Mingyu was not adapted to this scene of reverence, and his heart surged with strong pride. He felt like floating in mid-air. What he stepped on under his feet was not the hard bluestone, but the clouds that people didn't know where they were.

"Maybe this is the charm of the wilderness?" Sang Mingyu said secretly, "No wonder tens of millions of heroes compete for hegemony, and they have no regrets even if they die. Alas, when I first came to the wilderness, I thought that the blue sky, white clouds, herds of bison and lotus farmers were the most beautiful scenery in the wilderness.

He laughed at himself for a while and stepped on the spiral. Entering the road, there is almost no one walking on the street except for the soldiers who are patrolling with torches. After all, it is getting late, and the sunrise and sunset are still the traditions of people in the wilderness. Even in the prosperous Diqiu, few people like to travel at night.

Sang Mingyu enjoyed the scenery of the greatest core land in the greatest capital in the wilderness all the way. After passing the Bili City where residents and Xuanyuan warriors live together, it is the copper sparrow City on the second floor. The bronze sparrow city is mainly the residence of the bear brigade, the tiger brigade, the father brigade and the Gudiao brigade in the sixth brigade of Yunshi. When it comes to the third floor of the turtle back city, it is In another scene, on both sides of the circling Tianjie Street, there are many rich families. Most of the mansions of the emperor's important ministers and some tribal kings such as the four mountains and twelve herdsmen are here. The fourth floor is the imperial palace where Di Yao lives, which is divided into three main buildings: the Yellow Emperor's Palace, the Yan Emperor's Palace and the Common People's Palace. Most of the temple army is also stationed here.

Sang Mingyu was not interested in the imperial palace. He stood on the steep steps outside the imperial palace and looked at the Yanhuang Temple on the top of the imperial hill with the stars in the sky. The top of the Xuanyuan Hill was carved into the head shape of the Yellow Emperor. Looking from the original of the imperial hill in the east and the Gaoyang in the east, as if the Yellow Emperor was looking down at the whole in mid-air. A great wilderness.

- This is the ultimate direction of his trip.

As they were sighing, they suddenly heard the sound of miscellaneous footsteps behind them. The two were rushing up in their direction. Sang Mingyu was stunned: "How can anyone rush in the imperial palace, which is almost equivalent to the forbidden place, so late at night?"

As soon as he showed his spiritual power, he immediately caught all the changes in the hundreds of feet around him, the flow of air, the rodents of insects and ants, the heavy breathing of sleeping people, and even a fine dust floated through the air in the wind... All of them appeared.

The two people behind him have reached ten feet away, and the blood flow in the body is quite urgent, as if the heart is anxious, and even the breathing is a little scattered. While running, one of them said, "Brother, do you think we, the Holy Lord, know about this?"

Sang Mingyu was stunned: "Holy? Which saint?"

"I'm afraid I don't know. When I was young, I banned that man as the saint of the East. When will I know Lord Ziyin? Humph, I think this matter is quite mysterious. How did Lord Zirui die? Who can tell?

Sang Mingyu's heart sank: "It turned out to be the two saints of Ziziyin. It seems that they didn't know that I was made a saint in Fengju Yumen. Some people doubt the cause of Zirui's death, which is a little troublesome.

His mental strength was released, and his whole body was suddenly diluted in the boundless dark night, just like a drop of ink integrated into the boundless lake. This kind of stealth method created by spiritual power is called "Dark Night Shadow", which is extremely practical. Unless the spiritual power is strong, or the elemental power is strong enough to perceive the changes of heaven and earth, it is difficult to find.

The two saints came all the way and were still talking: "Brother, this matter is very big. The sudden replacement of the four saints is very important to our whole door, especially for our major events. We, as saints, dare not speculise the cause of Lord Zirui's death. In a word, you and I will report these situations in detail today, and let's see how Lord Ziyin will deal with it!"

"What my brother said." The two answered all the way and hurried past Sang Mingyu, but they didn't find that the night in this area was thicker than elsewhere.

These two people are very pure witches. They don't understand the elemental power, and their running speed is not fast. Sang Mingyu is alert in his heart and quietly follows them, like a wisp of night. The two people didn't even realize it at all. Even if they felt some slight fluctuations in their spiritual power, they only thought that it was the many witches in the Yanhuang Temple who occasionally released their spiritual power.

Not long after, it has reached the foot of the Yanhuang Temple, which carved the top of the whole Xuanyuan Hill, forming the head shape of the Yellow Emperor. The witch gate is on the left and the gate is on the right. In the middle, the Yellow Emperor's beard is carved into a continuous step, which goes straight to the Yellow Emperor's slightly open giant mouth. However, this huge mouth, known as the Gate of Yanhuang, is only allowed to be climbed during major sacrifices. Daily witches climb into the auricles of the Yellow Emperor from the mountain road cut on both sides of the Yellow Emperor's cheeks.

The two saints hurried up the mountain road on the right side, and there were temple soldiers stationed all the way. They did not stop them and let them go up. Sang Mingyu didn't want to go to see Ziyin openly. He has a deep fear of the head of this saint who has not yet met. After all, he usually has nothing to do with Yumen. Ziyin can be said to be the first person in the world, and he actually controls the door. The extent to which you can achieve your own development in the gate depends to a great extent on your attitude towards yourself.

He did not hesitate, and his spirit wrapped his body, slowly drifted to the beard of the Yellow Emperor like a slightly thick night - this majestic step was unguarded, because it was too sacred, and if it were not for the day of sacrifice, even the temple warriors could not step on it.

Sang Mingyu didn't care at all. He slowly stepped on the steps and almost walked parallel to the Yanhuang Temple with the two saints on the right mountain road. At the edge of the Yellow Emperor's huge mouth, the door of Yanhuang was of course closed. Sang Mingyu didn't care. He quietly sat down cross-legged, and his spiritual strength condensed on the two saints, and followed them into the Yanhuang Temple.