Chapter 303 See the Dagger on the picture

Wu Zong's tone was calm, as if he had known for a long time that An Bochen and Simajin would come.

Hearing the words, An Bochen's eyes were slightly condensed.

In last night's dream, he faced the back of Wu Zong and had a murderous intention. But today, in the face of the same person, almost the same situation, An Bochen's heart was like water, and there was no intention to kill.

"You should have known for a long time that the reason why you don't want to kill me now is because I made that dream."

With a thump in his heart, Sima Jin's eyes suddenly condensed: "Did you do it on purpose last night? Deliberately revealing flaws so that we can find out?"

Qingyu's shoulder trembled gently, and Wu Zong seemed to be smiling: "Of course. If not, how dare you come?"

Wu Zong's laughter echoed in the empty witch temple, but this time it was mixed with strong sarcasm.

It's careless.

Just as Simajin was in a slightly confused mood, a deep voice sounded in his ear.

"What if it comes?"

Simajin turned around and saw An Bochen walking to the first lap of the sink. His body stood upright like a gun, his eyes were like a hornet, and he stared straight at Wu Zong, who always had his back to them.

Qingyu stopped trembling, and Wu Zong pretended to be surprised and said, "Don't you worry that this is a trap? A trap enough for you to be buried here?"

"You tried your best to seduce us to come, how could you want to kill us? Besides, even if you want to kill, I'm afraid you are more than strong enough.

An Bochen said, subconsciously looking back at the silent Simajin.

She was always weird all the way. Unlike her usual, she said something to ask Wu Zong before entering the hall, but it was so quiet at this moment... The most important thing is that as An Bochen walked into the main hall of the witch temple and saw the nine-ring sink and the motionless Wuzong, An Bochen had guessed most of the tricks of the witch sect, but Simajin still didn't notice it, and he was out of the standard compared with peace.

"Oh? Then tell me, what did I attract you here for?" Wu Zong seemed to be interested and asked with a smile.

Converging his mind, An Bochen looked at the man in front of the niche card, pinched his finger into a gun and shook his wrist, rolled out a cyclone and bombarded it.

The cyclone does not contain much power, but it is empty ahead. It is supposed to be able to ** this cyclone, but as soon as the cyclone flew out of half a foot, it seemed to hit a transparent wall and stopped abruptly.

Not only stopped, but also as the cyclone hit the invisible wall, the outermost sink suddenly shook. In an instant, the tide flooded, and I don't know where the water came out to flood the sink, surging, and its momentum was huge. The sink looks only nine feet wide and about thirty feet long, but at this time it seems to be a sea across the witch temple, which is vast and makes people feel trance.

"The magic array?"

Sima Jin finally came to her senses, stared at the sink like the sea in consternation, and subconsciously blurted out.

Unlike Sima Jin's surprise, An Bochen's face was calm. Three black shadows slowly rose from the bottom of the sea and suddenly jumped out of the sea. It turned out to be three dark strange snakes.

The snake is not big, about seven feet long, and has an ancient smell all over its body. There are catfish whiskers under the snake's mouth. The strangest thing is that they put four wings in their backs and swim among the waves. They spit out the snake core and coldly inquired at the two uninvited guests, An Bochen and Simajin.

"Xiao Anzi, what's going on?"

Simajin stepped forward, stood side by side with An Bochen, and looked at the three strange snakes curiously.

Although the strange snake flies on the "sea", it actually swims at the top of the sink. The sink looks at the sea, and when you look closely, it turns back to the sink, and the range of activity of the three strange snakes is limited to the sink.

"Hong Fu, do you know why the witch sect has to go around so many corners and set up a trap to attract us instead of doing it yourself?"

With a smile, An Bochen asked.

His eyes lit up, and Simajin suddenly showed a look: "So it is. He was imprisoned in this witch temple."

Simajin's voice fell, and An Bochen obviously found that the arm of the man wearing Qingyu's shoulder trembled.

"That's a flying snake."

Just as An Bochen thought that the situation had gradually fallen to their side, he didn't expect Wu Zong to say that he didn't care: "This snake can fly and swim. Although it is strange, it is not a powerful strange beast. Ordinary heavenly monks can easily deal with them. Its only ability is to deal with maggots, and it is the natural enemy of all maggots in the southern wilderness.

"So, the flying snake is raised in the sink to prevent someone from using magic to save you." An Bochen nod his head and glanced at the eight sinks behind him.

As if he had guessed An Bochen's thoughts, Wu Zong smiled and said, "Speaking of which, this first sink can be regarded as the best to crack, which is only equivalent to decoration. The last eight sinks are the real killer. There are two killing arrays, the poison of weak water, as well as the five-line Taoist charms of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and they are all seven Taoist charms. I have been a witch for 112 years in the southern wilderness, and these nine sinks have also trapped me for 112 years. I can only see the sunrise and the moon set once a day. In addition, all I can see is this niche and this poem... The gods and monsters fall in love with the world, and the five elements determine the emperor.

Although Wu Zong was smiling, there was a strong sadness and indignation in his voice, which echoed in the empty temple and was particularly lonely.

An Bochen and Sima Jin looked at each other in a strange heart, but they didn't know why Wu Zong wanted to say this to them.

"You are not from the Southern Wasteland. Why did you come to the Southern Wasteland and become the Southern Wasteland Wuzong and be trapped here? Also, why did you attract us here?

Sima Jin breathed a sigh of relief and asked Wuzong, but Yu Guang couldn't help falling on An Bochen with a complicated look.

"Anyway, you have arrived, and it's okay to say it."

Different from the swordsmanships of An Bochen and Sima Jin, except for the occasional sarcasm and ridicule, Wuzong did not show too much bad.

Silently, Wuzong seemed to be brewing the wording.

"I was being chased and killed by a villain in those years. He said that he was not strong, and that he was not strong, but no one in the world could beat him. Although I was not afraid of him, I didn't want to be so entangled with him, so I came to the southern wilderness. Later, I learned that he chased me for fear that I would find a secret, but by mistake, I learned the secret in Nanhuang. On the surface, the southern wilderness is a barren land, but it is different from the imagination of the world. Tens of thousands of years ago, an extremely glorious Taoist era was born in this land. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and there is only one witch temple in the southern wilderness. Although the witch temple is dilapidated, it is a sect ten thousand years ago..."

"Hit."

Sima Jin suddenly plugged in: "Your ancient font is different from today. Even if there are books handed down, you can't understand all of them."

Looking at Simajin in surprise, An Bochen hesitated and didn't say anything after all.

"This witch temple told me." Wu Zong smiled and said, "Look up and see what this temple hall looks like."

An Bochen and Simajin raised their heads at the same time and looked at the temple hall doubtfully. They saw that except that the dome was arched inward rather than tiled, it was not much different from other temples.

"Have you ever thought that this witch temple is like a clock?"

Hearing this, An Bochen was stunned.

If it hadn't been for Wuzong's words, he really didn't have found it. Looking at it, the witch temple was really like a huge clock.

"The temple hall and the corridor outside are not integrated, but they are connected together because of the turbulence from ancient times to the present. Later generations only saw the witch temple but did not see the bell. The east mountain we live in is just a corner of the mountain gate ten thousand years ago, and the corridor outside the temple hall is a mural left by the decline of the sect, which records the history of the sect. After I came to the Southern Wilderness, I traveled all night. By chance, I found that the temple hall of the witchcraft temple was actually a magic weapon recorded in the mural. Because this sect is called Donghai Sect, such a magic weapon is called the East China Sea Bell.

Silent.

An Bochen and Simajin were silent at the same time. What Wu Zong said was extremely absurd. If others had treated Wu Zong as a madman, Fortunately, An Bochen and Simajin knew much more than ordinary people. Although they thought it was incredible, they did not refute it.

"The magic weapon of ancient times... How did it become like this?"

He knew very little about the magic weapon An Bochen. Suddenly, he knew that he was in a clock and couldn't help but be surprised.

"The magic weapon is the sharp weapon used by the ancient immortals. It is a little more powerful than the ridiculous Taoist charm, and the mystery is endless. Legend has it that there are immortals who cry into the sea and cut their hair into Lin Zhi. What's strange about the ancient magic weapon that has been passed down to the temple today?

The unpredictable Wuzong seemed to be very sneer at An Bochen and sneered, "Except for this witch temple, the relics of magic weapons in ancient times are not rare in Da Kuang. It's just that ordinary people have eyes and can't be seen. The Zhongdu Leaning Tower and the Nanhuang Leaning Tower are both bad swords when the ancient immortals fought. Otherwise, how could they lean on the ground for countless years without falling, shaped like a sword pointing straight to the sky?

An Bochen was silent. Although what Wu Zong said was absurd and unbelievable, when An Bochen was born and realized the Tao, he had also seen the history of this world and knew the power of the ancient immortal gods. At the beginning, his mood gradually calmed down.

The afterglow fell on Sima Jin, but she bowed her head, and there was a trace of disappointment in her eyes, and there was also a trace of happiness.

Why does she care so much about how Wu Zong learned about the ancient period... If you want to know what happened tens of thousands of years ago, you can only look for clues from the relics handed down. Can you go back to tens of thousands of years ago?

...... What exactly does Hong Fu want to know?

Before coming to the witch temple, An Bochen imagined many situations, but he didn't expect that he and Hong Fu would listen to the story of the witch sect here.

From the previous swordsmanship, like facing a great enemy, to the "harmony and harmony" at this time, it was just a short short clip. The man at the head of the temple calmly regained the situation. An Bochen had the intention to compete with each other, but because he had promised Simajin, he had to be resentiated.

Inhale and exhale, An Bochen stared firmly at Wu Zong's back and did not relax.

He came to this witch puppet that controlled the petty official, and vaguely, he also guessed the purpose of Wuzong to lure him to come.

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