The ancient temple is very big, and the temple gate is also very big.
Arriving at the entrance of the ancient temple, Chen Lin stopped and looked into the courtyard.
The yard is also very large.
Directly opposite the door, there is a screen wall shaped like a giant sword hilt.
Walking along the temple door, Chen Lin stood in front of the screen wall and looked at the three big characters written vertically on it - Zhenmo Temple!
"Demon Temple?"
Zhao Mengru next to him exclaimed.
Chen Lin immediately turned around with a look of doubt.
"Why, you know the name?"
Zhao Mengru nodded and said: "I've heard of it, but it's just a legend. According to some classic records, in ancient times, a huge palm holding up the sky fell from the sky in Pingyang City, bringing with it a monstrous evil energy, demonizing many people, and destroying all lives.
Later, a group of eminent monks passed by here and used the supreme power of Buddha to purify the magic, and built a demon-suppressing temple to suppress the devil."
Speaking of this, Zhao Mengru pointed to the top, "It is said that Maple Leaf Lake was created by the devil's palm. It used to be called Devil's Palm Lake. Of course, these are all legends. I always thought they were legends, but now it seems that they may be true!
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Chen Lin had never heard of this statement before and couldn't help being shocked.
It is said that the monks in ancient times were able to control the wind and rain. If it is really a historical relic passed down from that period, this temple may really have a treasure.
At this time, he suddenly remembered something, looked at Zhao Mengru and said: "Then tell me, is it possible that the underground passage we were in just now is the inner space of the devil's palm?"
After saying that, the more Chen Lin thought about it, the more possible it became.
The passage is the blood vessel, the rock wall is the flesh and blood, and those red shadows are the blood-spirit things that are alienated after the blood dries up.
Thinking of this, Chen Lin looked at the giant sword in the courtyard and calculated the length of the sword according to the hilt. The stalactite hanging upside down from the spiritual milk that existed before was probably the tip of the sword!
The mutual confirmation further confirmed this guess.
Maple Leaf Lake was actually photographed with a giant hand!
The palm of your hand is so big, how big should the whole person be?
Is this world really an ordinary world of cultivating immortals? If such a powerful monster really exists, what level of cultivators must it be to compete with it? What is the prospect of cultivating immortals?
For a moment, Chen Lin was a little confused.
At this moment, Luo Ziqing's storage bag that was placed inside his robe suddenly trembled slightly, with a faint red light flickering.
Chen Lin felt a heat in his chest, and then the jade talisman automatically activated, shrouding him in a white light.
The red light on the storage bag disappeared instantly.
At the same time, the word "Devil" in Zhenmo Temple on the hilt of the sword in the courtyard seemed to slowly disappear with a red light.
Chen Lin didn't feel anything unusual about the storage bag, nor did he see the change in the word "魔", but he was very confused about the sudden activation of the jade talisman.
There was no red shadow attacking him, so why was it triggered?
Although he did not want to expose the existence of the jade talisman in front of Zhao Mengru, Chen Lin still took out the jade talisman and looked at it. He found nothing unusual, but there was a slight crack on it.
This is definitely inspiring.
Chen Lin frowned and looked back at Zhao Mengru, wanting to ask the other party if he had discovered anything.
Then he was stunned.
Zhao Mengru is missing!
He immediately looked around, thinking that the other party had gone elsewhere alone, but he immediately discovered that not only Zhao Mengru was missing, but the temple door he just walked in was also missing!
This really frightened Chen Lin into a cold sweat. A strange feeling appeared in his heart, and the fear of being dominated by Kaiyuan City's weirdness resurfaced.
"It's impossible. I didn't move at all. It's impossible that everything is gone. It must be an illusion."
Chen Lin secretly comforted himself and calmed down his mood.
Then he used the wind control technique and planned to fly out of the courtyard.
But his body seemed to be pressed to the ground, unable to fly at all.
With an ugly expression on his face, he patted his storage bag and took out the Yuanling Shield Talisman and the Fire Crow Talisman, and carefully checked the surrounding situation.
Valley writing
When he turned around again, his expression changed again.
There is no more screen wall!
Not only is the screen wall gone, but the entire courtyard building and the courtyard wall are also gone!
The ancient temple is gone!
In front of Chen Lin's eyes, there was only a huge dark step diagonally going downwards, and it was so dark that he didn't know where it led.
At this time, Chen Lin calmed down.
Panic is useless, it can only make you lose your ability to think.
Something must have happened to me just now to cause the jade talisman to activate automatically, and it is precisely because of this that such a change occurred.
It's probably not because of the red shadow.
Chen Lin is sure of this.
He probably killed dozens or hundreds of red figures along the way, but there was never any abnormality.
Moreover, the evil talisman on his body has not been activated, so it is probably not an ordinary evil thing.
The evil-repelling talisman has a restraining effect on ordinary evil objects, but it is useless against advanced or special evil objects. Just like the weirdness in Kaiyuan City, whether it is the evil-repelling talisman or the evil-killing talisman, there is no reaction at all.
After all, it is just a low-level talisman with limited effects.
If it is not an ordinary evil thing, it cannot be solved by him. He can only take it one step at a time.
At least now it seems that this evil thing has no direct intention to kill him, otherwise he would not be still standing here.
After thinking about this, Chen Lin walked towards the dark steps.
He could only go here. Apart from this direction, other spaces seemed to be imprisoned and he could not walk.
Except for the depressing color, there was nothing different about the steps. Chen Lin walked down step by step.
But he immediately realized something was wrong.
As he moved forward, the steps behind him actually disappeared.
With every step he took, the steps behind him disappeared, and his body seemed to be hanging in the void.
He wanted to turn around and take a step to try, but he thought he might be seeking death, so he didn't take any action.
Then, he turned back and continued downward.
I don’t know how long I walked, but the stairs seemed to have no end.
Just when Chen Lin could no longer maintain a calm mind, he finally reached the end.
The scene before him shocked him even more.
At the end of the steps, it is neither the imaginary hall nor the ancient ruins in the basement, but a painting.
A huge painting!
Just hanging quietly in front of Chen Lin, except for the steps under his feet, everything else was dark.
This scene is really weird.
Even though Chen Lin forced himself to endure it, a shuddering feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.
With no way forward and no way back, Chen Lin could only come to the front of the giant painting.
Painting is painting, ordinary painting.
Ordinary drawing paper, ordinary scroll, painted on it is a group of monks.
I counted, six in total.
The six monks are sitting cross-legged in a meditative posture.
But what makes Chen Lin feel very awkward is that the portraits of these six monks are very compact, except that there is a blank space between the fifth and sixth monks, as if one is missing.
Then he noticed the signature at the bottom of the painting.