While jumping up and down, Wang Chen passed by the rows of houses and tiles, and arrived in front of the temple where there was a suspected presence of people.
Although the air inside the Kowloon Underground Palace was restricted and flight spells and magic weapons could not be used normally, during this period of time, he became familiar with the special environment here and developed a method of rapid skimming.
The city is deserted and the long streets are covered in dust, but most of the buildings are basically intact.
Wang Chen found no trace of evil spirits or monsters.
A dead city.
Since there are no self-luminous obsidian in the city, and there are few ground mushrooms that can illuminate, the light is extremely dim, making the firelight projected from the temple hall particularly conspicuous.
Chenghuang Temple.
Wang Chen raised his head, saw the plaque hanging above the palace door, and recognized three true seal characters.
I don’t know what material the two gates of Chenghuang Temple are made of. They have not decayed or been damaged after thousands of years. One of the gates is half open.
From a distance of ten feet, Wang Chen waved his palm and struck out.
boom!
With a muffled sound, another door suddenly opened toward the inside.
The interior scene of the main hall instantly caught Wang Chen's eyes.
The City Emperor Temple is empty inside, with four thick stone pillars supporting the high dome, and a huge statue of God standing directly opposite the temple door.
The statue is taller than seven sticks, has a tall and muscular body, wears armor and holds a big mace, and has a majestic look with lion eyes and a broad nose.
Although the priest has long since ceased to exist, it is still guarding the city!
Wang Chen noticed that in front of the statue, there was a burning bonfire.
The fire he saw earlier was obviously emanating from this bonfire.
Beside the bonfire, there were some baggage and weapons scattered around.
It seems that a group of travelers were resting here, and suddenly something unexpected happened. The people were gone but the fire was still there.
Wang Chen did not enter the hall immediately, but used his spiritual consciousness to carefully explore the hall.
No unusual existence was found.
He raised his Yao sword to protect his whole body and walked into the City Emperor Temple step by step.
It was very quiet inside the main hall. You could only hear the "crackling" sound of burning firewood. Judging from the ashes, it should have been burning for a long time, and it could last for a moment or two at most before it was extinguished.
Then comes the problem.
Who set up a bonfire here, and why did they suddenly disappear?
Wang Chen frowned, feeling strange in his heart.
After thinking for a while, Wang Chen sat down next to the campfire.
He took out some dry firewood from his storage bag and added it to the campfire.
After finally finding traces of other people, Wang Chen planned to wait here for some time to see if anyone else would come.
Take a good rest at the same time.
He didn't know if it was due to his recent mental fatigue. Sitting next to a warm and bright fire, a deep tiredness quietly came over him, causing his eyelids to start to fight.
Wang Chen's consciousness gradually dimmed, and soon he fell into a deep sleep.
After almost a stick of incense, three figures flashed into the hall like ghosts.
Astonishingly, there were three monks, two men and one woman!
The robes they wore were all in tatters and looked like they hadn't been cleaned or repaired for a long time. They were all unkempt and dirty, except for the pair of eyes that stared at Wang Chen with sparkling eyes.
Like a hungry beast eyeing delicious prey!
"Hahaha!"
A scarred male cultivator danced and laughed hoarsely: "What a big fat sheep!"
The female nun next to her licked her chapped lips and said, "Brother Gan, I haven't eaten meat for a long time."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Another one-armed male cultivator said impatiently: "Kill him quickly, maybe someone else will come!"
"let me!"
The female cultivator took the initiative to ask for the hairpin, and couldn’t wait to wave her hands and break out a silver hairpin!
The moment the silver hairpin was released, it turned into a sharp stream of light and shot towards Wang Chen's head.
The three of them were also very careful and did not approach Wang Chen even when he was attacked.
Ding!
Just as the silver hairpin weapon was about to hit Wang Chen, it was suddenly deflected by a raised finger.
Seize!
It changed direction, shot through the roof of the main hall and disappeared.
Wang Chen, who was originally drowsy, opened his eyes, straightened up and showed a half-smile to the visitor.
The three monks were all shocked.
The scar-faced male cultivator shouted out loud: "Why is the Mystical Incense ineffective?"
"It turns out to be the fairy incense."
Wang Chen sniffed and said with a smile, "No wonder there's no smell."
Mystic incense is a special intoxicating drug that can be mixed into firewood and incense to be burned and dispersed. It is colorless and odorless and difficult to prevent.
This kind of intoxicating drug has a very strong effect on Qi training monks and can make people sleep invisible.
If the Zifu monks are accidentally attacked, they will also have the negative effect of weakening their muscles and bones, affecting the normal performance of their strength.
Wang Chen felt something was wrong the moment he stepped into the hall.
But he remained calm, pretending not to feel anything, and sat down by the campfire.
Lure the snake out of its hole!
In fact, this kind of incense is very effective against ordinary monks, and its power is doubled in the special environment of the Nine Dragons Underground Palace. However, Wang Chen's Tianlong Vajra Zhengfa has been cultivated to the sixth level, and he has condensed the indestructible body of Vajra.
Not to mention the mere Immortal Incense, even the stronger Drunken God Smoke would not have much effect on him!
King Kong is indestructible and impervious to all poisons!
"kill!"
The one-armed male cultivator was extremely brave. When he saw that his conspiracy was exposed, not only did he show no intention of retreating, but he roared and rushed towards Wang Chen.
He waved his remaining right arm and punched Wang Chen.
The one-armed male cultivator's movements were extremely fast, and he was in front of Wang Chen in the blink of an eye. The clenched iron fist pierced the air silently, and the skin of the raised joints glowed with a metallic light.
The power of the fist was so strong that ripples appeared in the surrounding space.
At the same time, the scar-faced male cultivator shook his hands and played out a talisman.
A ball of spiritual light suddenly exploded!
The female cultivator next to him suddenly turned her head sideways, and dozens of points of cold light shot out from her bun.
Shoot towards Wang Chen’s lower body!
The three of them cooperated very well and were obviously used to this kind of joint siege.
Faced with the opponent's surprise attack, Wang Chen did not dodge and raised his right palm to face the iron fist that was coming towards him.
This one-armed male cultivator is obviously very good at close combat. He has practiced boxing to a very high level. He is 100% a martial artist and has reached the ninth level of Qi training.
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Even low- to mid-level Qi-training monks with protective shields couldn't withstand this punch!
Snapped!
The fists and palms hit each other, and the sound was clear and crisp.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the figure of the one-armed male cultivator suddenly stopped.
The fierce and manic look in his eyes instantly turned into boundless horror!
The next moment, the one-armed male cultivator flew backwards.
His fist suddenly exploded into a ball of blood mist, his only arm was twisted into a twist, and white bones came out through his skin!