Chapter 1348

The sound of murmuring, with inexplicable syllables, is an ancient discourse, like the sound of sacrifice, or a curse, which rings in people's ears.

Ye Zichuan even felt that the man was beside him, and seemed to be able to feel the breath of his words.

It makes his scalp tingle.

And the next few people, almost with him is the same feeling.

Kayu's face turned white and his body was shaking.

"Master, there are some people here." He whispered, his voice trembling slightly.

Silver hair in the eyes of a bright, silver light seems to see through everything, to scan inside the door.

The four of them pushed the door open and went in together. There was a fog all around, which blocked their eyesight and couldn't see too far.

It's like chaos, and it's like Hongmeng's aura is rolling. It's a blur here, and there's a vast breath in circulation.

And in the fog, there is a white ghost like light in the air.

Seeing this scene, Kayu's face became paler, and one hand grasped the sleeve of silver hair tightly.

Silver looked at him, and Kayu lowered his head in embarrassment.

“＊％＆＃……”

Inexplicable syllables are still reverberating, as if someone is whispering in the ear, whispering, giving people a very bad feeling.

Ye Zichuan couldn't help looking behind him. He always felt that someone was lying on his back.

"Hoo --"

A cold feeling came from the back of his neck, and ye Zichuan almost exploded in an instant.

It's like someone is blowing at the back of his neck!

Boom!

His breath broke out in an instant. The sea of God was boiling, and the vigorous Qi and blood revived. The whole person became a melting pot, and the blazing breath of life was burning like the sun.

"What's the matter?"

Seeing him like this, other people showed their different colors.

Ye Zichuan looked around solemnly: "someone blew a breath at the back of my neck."

As soon as this sentence came out, Kayu's body trembled and almost couldn't help running out from here.

Li Changye's face and silver hair's face also become very strange.

Silver hair opened his eyes, silver bright, scanning a circle here.

"Nothing. It's just a kind of obsession." He said.

"Obsession?" Ye Zichuan and Li Changye look at him.

"The master here is dead, but there is still some breath of soul. But over the years, it has almost disappeared, and now it has become a kind of obsession."

Silver hair, close your eyes, listen carefully to this syllable.

Although the language is very strange, but this is a wave from the soul, similar to a kind of brain waves, as long as we analyze this wave, we can understand its meaning naturally.

Ye Zichuan is also listening and trying to analyze the meaning.

"Xuantian?"

After hearing these two words clearly, his body was shocked.

It's really here.

"Xuantian burial, Eternal Sorrow, blood stained six realms, desolation of all worlds..."

The silver hair next to him opened his mouth and analyzed the pronunciation of these words.

In the fog, I can't see his face clearly, but there is a kind of sadness in his words.

I don't know how long the whispering voice reverberated here.

This became the last obsession of the master of this temple, which shows how unwilling he was then.

Xuantian temple has almost unified the whole Hongmeng space, and has made great achievements in the struggle of various worlds, which makes other spaces unable to hold up their heads.

But in the end, xuantianzun himself destroyed all this.

The owner of this temple must have been very reluctant to leave.

Wrapped in mist, they came to the deepest.

On a futon, they saw a corpse.

There are cracks on the bones, and there is a finger hole in the middle of the eyebrow.

It's obvious that the immortal body of this creature, who had experienced a great war before his death, has become like this.

Ye Zichuan seems to be able to imagine that after a fierce war, he came back here with a tired body, and then he sat here and came to the end of his life.

The fog around him is a kind of material produced after his body decays. It carries his obsession and has been whispering here.

Silver hair came to the corpse, a pair of eyes in a silver, people can not see his eyes.

"Rest in peace." He said so at the end.

Fingertips gently touch the bones, and the bones turn into ashes, which dissipate here in the blink of an eye.

And the fog around also gradually disappeared, the kind of murmur also can't hear.

Looking at the back of silver hair, ye Zichuan's eyes twinkled.

"Let's go up. There should be nothing here." Out of the temple, Li Changye said.

Their present position is about the lower part of the pillar. The living creatures living here are not strong. At most, they are superior.

The place that goes up is the place where the prefecture level and the heaven level live.

Before silver hair said, the sky strong are almost soaked in purple, ye Zichuan yearns for there.

Maybe some residual purple gas can be found on it.

They went up the ladder.

Tongtianzhu is really big and terrible. I don't know how to refine such a huge project. Even if a lot of manpower is used, it is estimated that it will take a lot of time.

From this building alone, we can imagine the power of Xuantian temple in those days.

Moreover, the materials used to build the pillar are also very expensive. In addition, the magical refining method of turning decay into magic has kept it until now.

It took them a long time to fly along the ladder before they reached the middle and upper reaches.

But then they stopped.

Because the road ahead is broken!

They came to the end of the pillar.

Silver hair looked at a piece of nothingness in front of her eyes, and her eyes became blazing: "how can it be?"

Ye Zichuan looked around. There was a lot of ruins. Many temples collapsed, and the ladder was broken here.

Next to them is an uneven cross section.

The sky pillar is cut off from here. The upper part is missing!

Ye Zichuan's heart vibrated.

There is no doubt that the pillar of heaven is powerful. Such a miracle is almost indestructible and hard.

But now, the pillar is broken, the top part is missing, I don't know where.

Ye Zichuan was a little disappointed, but the upper half of them were all prefecture level and sky level strong men.

Even if the residence of the heaven level strong can't get in, the prefecture level will do.

But now, there's no hope.

Four people walk in the top of the pillar, around the potholes, very uneven, this cross section is terrible.

Ye Zichuan suddenly stopped. He looked at the irregular pit in front of him and took a breath.

The shape of this pit is very strange. If you look down from the sky, it is a huge palm!

It's like someone came down from the sky and left such an indelible mark.

Ye Zichuan slapped at his feet, leaving a palm print less than one centimeter deep.

The huge palm print in front of us is hundreds of meters deep!

There is no doubt that this is left by the sky strong.