Chapter 182 Divine Call

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Blindly flying away in this vast space for a day and a night, Xiao Heng and the withered butterfly also did not find a trace of the "Tianluo Monument". However, to Xiao Heng's surprise, under this flying search, Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie found three pieces of Tianling wood. And each piece is no smaller than a palm. This couldn't help but make Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie feel extremely surprised.

This time, Xiao Heng got two pieces, and the withered butterfly was also excited to take another piece. However, in the next few days, Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie did not find half of the Tianling wood.

Unfortunately, those countless fragments of magic weapons have been soaked for countless years, and every former magic iron has now become a mortal iron rotten wood. Otherwise, Xiao Heng can refine a large number of initial spiritual weapons by picking up a few pieces casually.

Just as Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie were searching for the third day, Ling Ku Die suddenly stopped without warning. Xiao Heng slowly stopped his figure and looked at the dead butterfly who was closing his eyes at this time as if he was feeling something.

Xiao Heng turned his mind and suddenly thought of something. He was surprised and said, "Senior Ling, do you feel the existence of the Tianluo Monument? Is the Tianluo Monument within a hundred miles?

After a long time, the withered butterfly slowly opened its eyes, frowned at Xiao Heng and said, "It's not the breath of the Tianluo tablet, but now I actually feel a trace of summoning. It's a day's way from us.

Xiao Heng was stunned when he heard the words and said in surprise, "Isn't it Tianluo Monument? Summon the mind? What can summoning divine thoughts spread so far?"

Lingkudie shook her head solemnly and said, "I don't know. Let's go. It's a blessing or a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided." After saying that, he sacrificed the escape light again and shot in the direction of the left.

Seeing this, Xiao Heng took a long breath. After taking a long breath, he also sacrificed a escape again, and his body shook and followed.

After a calm and fast escape for a day, Xiao Heng's spiritual power was exhausted several times in the middle of the way, and he quietly called the original spiritual liquid supplement in the dragon ring to persist. As for the withered butterfly, the cultivation in the middle of the mirror that day is to escape for a month, and there will be no spiritual depletion.

After quietly replenishing his spiritual power again, Xiao Heng's body suddenly vibrating, and the speed of escape was improved by more than two layers in an instant.

At this moment, a green forest suddenly appeared in the distance. Ling Kudie's eyes lit up, and he turned his head to Xiao Heng and said, "It's almost here. That trace of divine call is coming from the green forest." After saying that, the light suddenly soared.

Seeing this, Xiao Heng smiled bitterly, and his escape skill was so fast at most. If you add the Heavenly Poisonous, the strange thunder escape technique may also be able to compare with the withered butterfly.

Looking at the withered butterfly that was getting farther and farther away, Xiao Heng had no choice but to try his best to catch up.

After flying for less than half an hour, Xiao Heng gradually saw the pure white shadow under the sky in front of him. With joy in his heart, Xiao Heng immediately caught up with him. Just as he wanted to complain, he was staring at the five giant mountains in front of him.

Xiao Heng turned his head in surprise and his eyelids jumped. However, in the dense jungle in front of him, a luxurious and quaint palace was built on the top of the largest giant mountain in the center of the five huge mountains.

The towering palace looms in the thick gray-white fog like withered bones, and a trace of spiritual light can be faintly seen. With this lifeless environment, it is really an extremely strange picture.

"This, this, this... How can there be a building here? Xiao Heng was shocked when he saw this, and his face suddenly became ugly.

Lingkudie took a deep breath and looked at the temple without looking back and explained, "That trace of divine call is from there. I can feel that there is no malice in this divine call. So, we don't have to worry too much."

When Xiao Heng heard the words, his nervous mood gradually relaxed.

"So let's go there now?" Xiao Heng looked at the withered butterfly and asked carefully.

The dead butterfly nodded and slowly flew towards the huge peak where the temple was built.

Seeing this, Xiao Heng hesitated for a moment in his heart. He had no choice but to sigh. His body shook and immediately flew over.

Carefully fell to the front of the temple, and Xiao Heng began to take a serious view of the quaint palace.

The temple is built at the top of this peak. The gray-yellow walls, the dark top cover, and the golden hall door, which is still full of golden light, all have a sense of ancientness. The whole temple occupies nearly half the size of the top of the mountain peak.

Xiao Heng and the withered butterfly stood at a height of nearly 30 feet, and the surface kept flowing in front of the gate of the ancient tadpole runes, just like two ants. A sacred and inviolable power is also slowly revealed above the door of this temple.

"Is such a magnificent palace the building of the ancient Jiuli giants?" Looking at the huge and unacceptable temple in front of him, Lingde Butterfly said doubtfully to herself.

"Come in... Come in..." At this moment, the voice of an extremely weak old man suddenly came to the hall.

Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie's faces changed at the same time. After looking at each other, Ling Ku Die's eyes condensed and slapped on the huge door through the air.

"Bang..." With a dull explosion, the tadpole-shaped rune on the giant door also trembled, but it was not opened by the palm of the withered butterfly.

Seeing this, the dead butterfly snorted coldly, pinched the seal with both hands, and opened its mouth and sprayed. A dark black fog gradually spewed out from the mouth of the dead butterfly, and a dark crescent moon gradually condensed in front of it.

Looking at the huge temple door, the withered butterfly retreated. Xiao Heng saw something wrong, and his face also changed, and his figure flashed to one side.

The withered butterfly's eyes were cold, and its fingers flicked towards the door of the hall. The dark crescent moon that had just condensed in front of it immediately burst out a chilling atmosphere. Some of the trees, flowers and plants around were also quickly withered with black gas at this moment.

The next moment, the dark crescent moon flashed and bombarded the huge temple gate unstoppably. With a fierce wind, Xiao Heng, who had already hidden in the distance, grinned and shook his body.

"Boom..." Before Xiao Heng stabilized his body, the dark crescent moon that bombarded with unparalleled power had already hit the huge temple gate.

In the loud noise that resounded through the world, the tadpole rune on the huge hall door, at this moment, together with the temple gate, instantly turned into starlight fragments.

A thick dust covered the door of the hall in an instant. A cold atmosphere gushed out of the door of the hall in the thick dust.

"Huh? It's the ghost cultivation of the underworld. As soon as the withered butterfly felt this extremely pure and cold breath, it immediately looked happy and exclaimed.

As soon as Xiao Heng heard this, his eyes stared and flashed to the side of the withered butterfly. Looking at the thick dust that gradually dissipated, he asked, "Is it the ghost cultivation of the Yinling world inside?"

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