The sky began to darken.

Zhu Minglang discovered that the dusk here was slightly different from Jiting's, with a mysterious purple rhyme. I don't know if it was the special halo on this land or the entire Tianshu Shenjiang.

He looked up at the location of the Big Dipper.

The star god light representing Tianshu was already shining before the night entered, and it was also one of the few heavens that could be seen in this twilight stage.

He is worthy of being the most powerful god. All the billions of creatures on land need to be admired. This honor suddenly became a little envious.

As the night came, Zhu Minglang gradually saw another thirty-two heavenly stars. Their luster was different, and they showed different color differences such as red, indigo, blue and dark, milky white.

There is really a god who raises his head.

"Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are heaven. Little brother, you are so blessed." The bearded man patted Zhu Minglang's shoulder, afraid of Zhu Minglang, and left.

In his eyes, Zhu Minglang is a novice who just went down the mountain and didn't know anything. He told Zhu Minglang some knowledge with some kindness, but he never doubted the identity of Zhu Minglang, a person from the outside world.

And this bearded man seemed particularly afraid of the dark.

As soon as the sky darkened, he said less, and his eyes were staring at the sun that had sunk below the horizon from time to time. He took away the last ray of light on the dusk day with a little purple light, as if he made the people in the wilderness bone temple feel uneasy.

His expression was solemn, his pupils expanded, and some people were even more guarding near the Bone Temple as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Is there anything that will appear at night?" Zhu Minglang couldn't help thinking.

Not only the bearded brother, but the people in the entire Bone Temple are afraid of the night.

What exactly is there in the dark night?

There was no heart-pounding roar, nor the breath of a powerful demon. It was like a dark curtain like a torture cloth that could cover people's noses, suffocating.

Zhu Minglang was also infected by this atmosphere.

The main reason is that everyone is trembling, and if they don’t cooperate, they will look too out of place.

There are about one or two thousand cultivators in this bone temple. Their cultivation levels are high and low, not everyone's king level, everyone's god realm...

If the king level is above the gods, it means that the thirty-three righteous gods are probably the truly powerful and invincible ones in the Tianshu Shengang.

Zhu Minglang's current cultivation level is also one of the best in this Tianshu Shengang. At least he used his spiritual consciousness to explore it. Zhu Minglang discovered that there were only a few cultivation levels in this Wasteland Bone Temple that were higher than his.

Of course, most of these people should be idle people.

Most of the people, gods, temples, and sacred cities in the Tianshu Shenjiang have terrifying cultivation.

Zhu Minglang kept silent and quietly observed the night.

On top of the head, the thirty-three righteous gods' star rays were even more dazzling, as if there would be no turning of stars, and it was on the top of the head from beginning to end.

Bathed in these starry lights of gods, Zhu Minglang could clearly feel a trace of spiritual energy around him, which seemed to invisibly increase his cultivation speed by several times.

The spiritual energy here is more abundant, and the starry light of the righteous god seems to have special blessings.

Just when Zhu Minglang felt the difference in this world, he suddenly heard a woman's cry for help from outside the Bone Temple.
Chapter completed!