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"The temple does not exclude the Reverend God Transformation."

"It's just that monks who have reached this level rarely work for the Taoist body. Once the Taoist body is not matched enough, it will drag down the Taoist practice, so that there is no way forward in their own cultivation until their life span is exhausted."

The main soul took back his palm.

"However, we still cannot rule out that there will be monks with high levels of cultivation trying to sneak into it."

"It seems that their intention is to keep all the transformed gods outside the temple temporarily."

The main soul looked at the Lord Transformation of God headed by the man in the bamboo hat.

Meng Zhi said with a serious look: "In other words, this trip is indeed as my disciple guessed. Only us Golden Elixir monks can set foot on this trip."

The main soul nodded slightly.

Meng Zhi is still somewhat smart and clever. No wonder the saint from the Heavenly Demon Palace agreed to lend a helping hand.

He quickly looked past Meng Zhi and looked at Yin Zhaoluo and the girl beside her, and couldn't help but frown.

The opportunity is rare. It would be good if he could enter the temple to protect one or two people and be a helper. It would be really pedantic and stupid to give up the Taoist body of Tiger Tomb.

Moreover, that girl was very good in terms of cultivation and talent, so Meng Zhi might not be able to get any benefit from her.

It’s not that the main soul is arrogant.

He has already thought of a solution and doesn't need help from anyone else.

But now that Yin Zhaoluo has spoken, he shouldn't refute the other party arrogantly.

Making too many enemies can cause them trouble.

Yin Zhaoluo smiled and nodded, seeming to be looking at the main soul quite kindly.

After seeing the battle between the main soul and the genius of the ancient temple, Yin Zhaoluo naturally looked at Meng Zhi with admiration. He felt that since this person was favored by the main soul, he must be as good as the great geniuses and could play a certain role in the temple.

"This woman..."

The main soul withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice: "Don't be a fool."

Meng Zhi looked at the gray-haired old man next to him in astonishment. He didn't seem to realize what the old man meant. Instead, his eyes lit up and he smiled.

He understood clearly that what Mr. Fox meant was not to make wedding clothes for others, let alone give up such opportunities by pretending to be fat.

"After the Tiger Tomb is opened, whether you can get the opportunity depends on you."

The man in the hat was the first to speak.

Then he looked at the group of god-transforming venerables and said: "The opportunities of the younger generation are up to the younger generation. We only need to protect the law outside to prevent anyone from coveting the opportunity. If there are old monsters lurking, we can also kill them!"

What he said was cold.

All in all, whether the outsiders want to break in or the inside want to get out, they need their approval.

Miao Ran was noncommittal.

Fei Laijun nodded.

The big man in Tsing Yi and the old woman seemed to have known about it for a long time.

The big demon hugged his shoulders to express his stance.

With Yin Zhaoluo as the leading monk, the main soul was so happy that he stood aside silently.

"Since everyone has no objections, let's open the Tiger Tomb!" He said and took the lead in showing a small bell. The small bell suddenly flashed with light, shrouding him and the young talents behind him.

The young man took the small bell and suddenly saw a huge swirling door appearing under the huge and broken tiger claws.

"Go ahead."

The main soul also uses mana to activate the small bell.

Meng Zhi, who took the small bell, also saw the giant door.

Nine rays of light burst out and gathered together.

…

Meng Zhi couldn't tell the situation for a while.

He stood up in confusion and held up his body-protecting Qi.

A mana ball was ignited using the fire method, illuminating the surrounding area.

The ground under his feet was covered with skeletons, and in the distance were mountains of white bones. The monk who just stepped into the temple with him was nowhere to be seen.

Remembering Mr. Hu's instructions, Meng Zhi took out the jade slips in his storage bag and looked at them, and said solemnly: "We obviously stepped into the temple gate together, why am I the only one here?"

The jade slips recorded many things, and the most surprising thing was that there was a route to quickly reach the soul of the Tiger Demon Saint.

While he was using his magic power to activate the jade slip, a pale figure appeared beside him. Under the flickering light of the fire, it seemed as if it had never existed.

…

"Fellow Taoist looks very unfamiliar."

Yin Zhaoluo, who was stationed outside the temple, easily inquired about the origin of the main soul.

Her beautiful eyes were full of curiosity.

As a saint of the Heavenly Demon Palace, she knew that this person was extraordinary after seeing his unparalleled fist power. Even if he was not from a great sect, he still had the greatest opportunity.

It is indeed a pleasure to look at having such a beautiful woman by your side.

However, the main soul was very guarded and said with a smile: "There are many monks in the Eastern Wasteland, and it is impossible for the saint to know them all, not to mention that I am not famous to begin with."

"Fellow Taoist, this is wrong."

The Confucian scholar interjected: "With the attainments of my Taoist friends, I can reach the realm of saints only after reaching the peak of cultivation. It is really enviable."

"Is he really such a god?" Fei Laijun murmured.

Miao Ran nodded and said, "This person's boxing skills may not be as profound as those of the monsters from my sect."

He became confused again.

If this person is so powerful, he is definitely not an unknown person, or he is an anonymous monk. And anyone who needs to remain anonymous must have a dark secret.

"Ahem."

The old cough sounded suddenly.

Everyone was puzzled and couldn't help but be surprised.

Fei Laijun glanced over and saw nine people.

There are obviously only nine guardian monks in total.

Now, including him, there are probably ten people around. Seeing this situation, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Fellow Taoists, be careful, there seems to be one more person among us."

"There is indeed one more." The big man in green with a knife in his back looked intently.

There was an extra person dressed as a scribe, standing not far from Feilai Jun.

Even without looking carefully, you can see that these two people are exactly the same.

"Two Feilaijun?!"

Everyone stared at Feilaijun calmly.

The main soul is equally calm. He has experienced these things before.

Know some secrets of barrier space.

As for why the other party is eyeing Fei Laijun, it is probably because Fei Laijun has the lowest cultivation level among everyone. Since he has the lowest cultivation level, it is best to quietly enter the opponent's body.

"Feilaijun, can these mere fortified creatures really stop you?"

Miao Ran hugged her shoulders.

Although Mr. Fei Lai's cultivation is the weakest among everyone, there is no one among the disciples who is not a genius.

"The method of calming one's mind."

"Wan Zong is coming!"

…

There are fluctuations outside, and problems are also revealed inside the Tiger Claw Temple.

Meng Zhi followed the route all the way. Because he had the route map drawn by Mr. Hu, he had no obstructions. He passed through layers of formations, walked through traps, and stepped on the stone bridge. Under the glowing firelight, there was nothing but his figure and There was no sound of footsteps, and the stone bridge on the left and right seemed like a bottomless abyss.

Just as he was about to leave the stone bridge, a sharp sword light broke through the darkness.

Keng!

The body-protecting aura was suddenly poked away by the light of the sword.

Meng Zhi was shocked. He didn't expect that the strong energy of his golden elixir in the later stage was like a blank sheet of paper under the sword light. He had no time to think, so he immediately used the magic weapon.

It was a wooden sword, with a bold and bright light, and the sword energy exploded under the stimulation of mana, spinning like a storm.

"Bang!"

Meng Zhi, who was unable to escape, was thrown away with a huge force and fell heavily to the ground. However, he did not see who the monk was from the beginning to the end.

Eagle-eyed search.

Unexpectedly, a young voice sounded: "Are you looking for me?"

Following the sound of footsteps, a young man walked out of the darkness.

Mengzhi recognized this person.

Isn't it the young man who flew next to you?

It's just that unlike the harmless man and animal just now, the young man at this time has a cold look on his face, with a faint smile on his lips, and looks playfully at Meng Zhi, who has blood gushing from his mouth.

"It's you!"

"That's right."

"It's me, Ji Xueming."

Ji Xueming smiled calmly, and the long sword in his hand buzzed.

He was good at ambushes and waited here for a long time.

He thought it would be a Confucian scholar from the Baijia Academy, or a little witch from the Heavenly Demon Palace, or at least a little monster from the Demon Holy Land. Unexpectedly, this person was the fastest to arrive.

I don't know if he has good luck or if this person has really bad luck.

Meng Zhi's heart skipped a beat and he said in a deep voice, "Why?"

Ji Xueming smiled blankly and said: "The opportunity is in front of us. Of course it's life and death. There are so many reasons. Just accept death!" With a sword slash, the jade talisman exploded in the sky, and the infinite pressure was like mountains, rivers and seas, blocking out the sun. Zhe Tian wants to crush all the monks who stand in front of this sword to death.

Mengzhi was horrified.

This is not the method that a Golden elixir cultivator should possess at all.

Let alone the golden elixir realm, I am afraid that even the true meaning of transformation cannot be achieved.

At this moment, he finally understood that opportunities based on one's own abilities were essentially just a struggle between resources, background, and the person standing behind him.

If the person who came here was really just Yehu Zen, he might have died the moment he stepped onto the stone bridge.

"Qiang!"

The sword light jade talisman was firmly held by an ethereal hand.

Meng Zhi looked back.

The twisted ghost figure standing behind him gradually condensed, and his appearance was unclear with his disheveled hair.

Only the ghost shadow flashed by, and the jade talisman exploded in the ghost's hand.

Ji Xueming was horrified and wanted to retreat with his sword.

The same pale shadow appeared behind him, but it turned into smoke and dissipated before it could take shape.

When Meng Zhi came back to his senses, Ji Xueming was nowhere to be seen.

The ghostly figure walking out from behind him seemed to be covered in a layer of blood. After the scarlet eyes flashed, the ghostly figure disappeared without a trace.

"Mr. Fox?"

Mengzhi called out tentatively.

No matter what, at least he still has the skills left by Mr. Fox.

Feel a little at ease.

Hurry across the long bridge.

…

Outside the Tiger Claw Temple.

Fei Laijun's eyes flashed with cold light, and the shadow that looked exactly like him finally disappeared.

But there was no joy on his face, instead he was staring coldly at a pale-haired figure in the distance.

"What's wrong?"

The monk in the hat asked.

Feilaijun said solemnly: "Ji Xueming is dead, and it was his fault."

The man in the bamboo hat frowned slightly and looked at the gray-haired old man, and said via voice transmission: "Is it very troublesome?"

Feilai Jun said: "I don't know what means he used to allow his apprentice to use the power of the Lord. Ji Xueming can't hold on at all, and the backup force I left behind is no match for him."

The monk in the hat sighed: "Then it seems that our play will not be able to continue!"

"I originally wanted to use the phantom of the domain barrier to get through."

"I don't think this person has extraordinary means."

"It's better to kill him before it's too late!"

"Old man!"

After receiving the instruction, Mr. Fei Lai shouted angrily and drew his sword: "How dare you break the rules and kill my descendants with the venerable method!"

The boat and carriage were tiring, and I felt exhausted all over.

Late update. Feel sorry.