World of Cultivation

Boom!

The dull sound of drums suddenly came from the depths of the temple. The sound of the drums was strange and abnormal, and it penetrated people's hearts. Wherever the sound of the drum passed, everyone's blood and muscles trembled suddenly as if they were out of control.

There was dead silence.

All movements and sounds disappeared after this drum sound.

Everyone involuntarily stopped all movements, turned their eyes, and looked into the depths of the temple. Everyone was startled by the sudden and strangely powerful drum sound, and the eyes of the three Nascent Souls who were about to fight for life and death were filled with shock.

A majestic power surged from the depths of the temple with the sound of the drum.

Their expressions instantly faded completely.

This force is vast and blazing, like rushing magma or a raging sea of ​​fire.

Suddenly someone screamed, breaking the dead silence.

Hearing the screams, everyone turned their heads, and then they saw an astonishing scene.

A golden beam of light fell straight down from the top of the head, like a golden sword, piercing the boundless darkness.

The brilliance of all the spell formations was dimmed in front of this golden beam. It was so blazing and dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

Under the beam of light, Zuo Mo opened his arms as if to embrace this beam of light. Zuo Mo was shrouded in the golden beam, with a layer of golden light flowing all over his body. Under the blazing light, the bronze mask was unusually dark and deep, like an unfathomable dark shadow.

Rich golden light fell on Zuo Mo's open arms, like sticky gold liquid, flowing and winding along his arms.

Golden light gathered from Zuo Mo's fingers, slowly gathered and grew, turned into a drop of gold liquid, and finally fell uncontrollably. The gold liquid left the finger, and during the dripping process, the outer layer of the gold liquid continued to dissipate into little golden fragments, like a golden comet.

A large amount of gold liquid dripped down Zuo Mo's arms, bringing up hundreds of golden broken light ribbons, like neatly arranged golden feathers, which was really beautiful.

Everyone was stunned.

From beginning to end, Zuo Mo was surrounded in the middle. Except for attracting the first glance of these cultivators, no one cast a second glance at him. No matter from which angle you look at it, this guy wearing a bronze mask is a turtle in a urn, a lamb that has been washed and placed on the chopping board to be slaughtered. Maybe the person who raises the butcher's knife will be different, but the lamb will just be a lamb.

Zuo Mo was ignored, ignored by everyone.

Until this beam of light fell from the sky, people suddenly realized that things were not as simple as they imagined.

Shen Wuhai was the first to react and said angrily: "Kill him!"

Boom!

There was another drum sound that shook the bones, interrupting Shen Wuhai's urgent roar, ignoring everyone's layers of defense, and directly hitting the deepest part of their hearts.

The temperature of the temple rose rapidly, and the air was so hot that it felt like it was burning at the drop of a hat.

Boom...boom...boom...

The drumbeats came one after another, becoming more and more rapid and intensive.

Everyone was shocked to find that they seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force. No matter how they activated their spiritual power, they could not even move their fingers. Every time the drum beat, the energy and blood in their bodies would tremble uncontrollably. After several consecutive beats, everyone's energy and blood were boiling, and their faces were blue and red.

Everyone's eyes turned from shock to fear.

Shen Wuhai never expected that there would be such a change, and he regretted not killing the masked guy from the beginning, which would lead to such a desperate situation.

If he had a little doubt before that the guy wearing the mask was a descendant of the sun, now he was completely sure of his identity.

The sound of drums, beams of light, and the power of confinement are all the power of the temple.

This force is so powerful that it makes people despair!

But Shen Wuhai is not desperate yet, he is still struggling. Among all people, he knows the most about the temple. This power is extremely powerful, full of domineering, brilliant and fierce, without any cover.

It is like the blazing sun in the sky, which makes it impossible to look at it.

But Shen Wuhai was not willing to surrender. This power was indeed as hard to resist as the scorching sun.

But beneath this awe-inspiring and unparalleled dominance, he sensed a hint of burning at all costs.

This temple, which is about to reach its end, is burning its last brilliance.

As long as...as long as you can hold on until it burns out...

There will be a glimmer of life!

As long as there is a glimmer of vitality, he is confident that he can turn the tables. Even if the other party is a descendant of the sun, he does not believe that the other party can control this temple.

Because of divine power!

Even descendants of the sun cannot achieve divine power. Nowadays, there is no soil for divine power, and all methods of cultivating divine power have been lost in the dust of history. Without divine power, he can be recognized by the temple, but he has absolutely no way to control the temple.

This is just the final self-struggle of this temple.

Shen Wuhai calmed down.

Suddenly, his eyes froze and his whole body became stiff.

The bronze man suddenly moved, and from under the mask shrouded in shadow came an obscure and primitive tone. His body, like a snake, was twisting in a weird posture.

The golden feathers made of broken golden light followed Zuo Mo's hands, drawing obscure trajectories in the air.

An extremely unfamiliar power spreads out like ripples.

Shen Wuhai, who had just calmed down, looked at Zuo Mo as if he had seen a ghost.

This... this... this...

Divine power!

This is divine power!

Divine power...how is it possible...how is it possible!

Shen Wuhai, unable to move, his mind went blank at this moment. This shocking discovery was like a bolt from the blue, exploding in his mind!

This was his last thought.

A ray of light fell from the sky and enveloped him. He felt that his eyes were bright and he lost consciousness.

Dozens of beams of light shot down from the sky above the temple, and each person was covered by a beam of light. The cultivators covered by the beam, regardless of their level of cultivation, had frozen expressions at this time, like puppets.

Zuo Mo stopped. The golden light on his body became much darker, so weak that it almost disappeared.

"Ho...hiss!"

A hoarse laugh came from under the mask, but it turned into a gasp in the blink of an eye. Zuo Mo pulled at his lips with difficulty. He wanted to laugh, but every muscle was extremely sore. Even the muscles on his cheeks were extremely sore. The slightest pull would cause heartbreaking pain.

But even though his whole body was almost falling apart and there were soreness everywhere, it couldn't diminish the pride and joy in his heart.

Is there anything more joyful than a comeback from a desperate situation?

Looking at the clay sculpture-like guys in front of him, Zuo Mo couldn't help but laugh with pride and regret.

These beams are the protective power of the temple. They can freeze the enemy's figure and deprive the enemy of consciousness. They are extremely powerful. Zuo Mo felt the fluctuations coming from the altar, and he couldn't help but think of the obscure things he got from the altar. Zuo Mo, who was in a desperate situation, had no room for choice and began to try to communicate with the altar with the idea of ​​treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Unexpectedly, he actually successfully communicated with me!

Zuo Mo, who successfully communicated, immediately understood why the altar was experiencing fluctuations.

The temple that had been covered in dust for tens of thousands of years was reopened, directly causing the remaining power to be lost at a faster rate.

The temple has its last vestige of strength left.

Without Zuo Mo's intervention, this last bit of power would have turned the entire temple into ashes in flames. The fluctuation of the altar is the last sign before the temple's demise.

But Zuo Mo, who successfully communicated with the altar, used the last bit of power from the temple to launch a fatal blow!

The power of the temple is unparalleled, and even this last bit is far beyond what Shen Wuhai and the others can bear.

These beams, named "Golden Crow Forbidden Light", are the temple's most powerful means of attack. As long as it is shrouded in the Golden Crow's forbidden light, it will lose all consciousness and become like a puppet.

However, the Golden Crow's forbidden light cannot directly kill the enemy, and once the opponent's body is harmed, he will wake up from the imprisonment. For a Nascent Soul like Shen Wuhai, the moment he wakes up is enough for him to kill Zuo Mo. When dealing with enemies hit by the Golden Crow's forbidden light, the Sun Temple usually throws them directly into the Burning God Realm, causing them to be tortured to death by the flames.

Can't kill these guys...

Zuo Mo felt a little regretful, but he rolled his eyes and soon started laughing strangely, which of course was inevitably accompanied by some gasping sounds.

He endured the pain in his body and moved to Shen Wuhai.

Seeing the dumbfounded Shen Wuhai, his eyes suddenly became greedy and fiery, and without hesitation he began to explore Shen Wuhai's body.

Spirit armor, rings, magic weapons...

The excitement and joy of harvest directly made Zuo Mo forget about the pain in his body. With his skillful techniques, he peeled Shen Wuhai cleanly.

It was really clean... Zuo Mo didn't even leave the last fig leaf behind.

This material is really good!

Zuo Mo's eyes suddenly shone with venomous eyes.

Luxury, luxury!

It is carefully woven from fifth-grade Liuyunsu mixed with blood-crying bird feathers. There are three kinds of talismans on it: "warming", "strong" and "durable". You can just sell two hundred fifth-grade crystals, no problem!

Two hundred fifth-grade crystal stones!

You really can’t blame me!

Zuo Mo smiled brightly, and his techniques became more and more skillful.

These people are either famous masters or wealthy people. Which one is not rich in wealth? Zuo Mo didn't care to take a closer look, he just focused on stripping off his clothes and armour.

Corpse Sea Bamboo, Yin Yang Wuji Pearl...

His movements are extremely fast, and this is not the first time he has done similar business, so his efficiency is naturally amazing.

The poor masked assassin couldn't escape either. Even though he was injured, he did not run away. Instead, he quietly approached and lurked in the dark, intending to hit him at the critical moment.

However, the temple made everyone in the temple except Zuo Mo identify as the enemy. The masked assassin had no time to escape and was shot by the Golden Crow's forbidden light.

Zuo Mo gritted his teeth against the guy who almost cost him his life, and stripped him naked without saying a word. Naturally, the opponent's signature mask was not left behind either.

Soon, only a group of white, motionless dolls were left in the temple, as clean as a group of shaved white lambs.

"What a spectacle!"

Zuo Mo ran away full of emotion and pride. The Golden Crow's forbidden light would not last long.

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