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Chapter 2 The Temple of Terror

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    Chen Nan climbed up the nine steps and walked resolutely to the main entrance of the main hall.  The tiger king was grabbed by his ears and followed a few steps forward, but when it came to the dark and lightless mouth of the devil, it refused to move forward again, and its four tiger claws clawed hard on the ground.

    Chen Nan said in a low voice, "Let's go, Hurry."

    Tiger King Xiaoyu shook his head desperately, raised a tiger paw for a while to gesture, and at the same time showed a look of horror in his eyes.

    Seeing that it refused to move, Chen Nan lifted it up by the neck with Xuan Gong, and then walked into the main hall. Although Xiaoyu kept struggling, it was difficult to escape Chen Nan's powerful palm.

    The moment Chen Nan stepped forward into the hall, a gust of cold air rushed towards his face. In this scorching summer, the palace was as cold as an ice cellar.  He put the tiger king on the ground, the tiger king trembled for a while, its body shrank rapidly, and then rushed to his shoulder with a "swish", two little tiger claws grabbed a strand of his hair vigorously.

    "The perverted tiger puts its claws!" Chen Nan called out in a low voice.

    Xiaoyu grabbed it hard, let him scold her, but refused to let go, and at the same time showed a look of panic.  Chen Nan had no choice but to let it stay on his shoulder, and he walked forward slowly.

    "Tap", "Tap", "Tap"

    In the empty and pitch-black hall, only the monotonous footsteps echoed, other than that there was a dead silence. In this darkness where the fingers could not be stretched out, Chen Nan groped forward with his keen spiritual sense.

    After walking forward for nearly ten feet in this way, several steps appeared under his feet, and a stone gate above the stone platform blocked the way.  When he pushed towards the Shimen, Xiaoyu let out a low growl uncomfortably, then lifted his collar and slipped into his arms with a "whoosh".

    "I'm xxxx, pervert, you want to scare me to death? You actually got into my arms" Chen Nan pulled it out and threw it on the ground.  But Xiaoyu immediately climbed onto his shoulders and grabbed his hair tightly.

    "As timid as a mouse, it must be the reincarnation of a mouse, not at all like a tiger."

    Chen Nan pushed open the stone door with all his strength, and inside was a very spacious hall, the four walls were inlaid with bright pearls emitting a faint green light, the faint green light made the hall look extraordinarily weird, like a gloomy underworld.

    When he saw the scene inside, he took a deep breath, his scalp was numb with shock, there were two rows of mummified corpses standing on both sides of the hall, the dried flesh was tightly wrapped on the thin bones, and the distorted facial features were extremely ferocious.  Nan's heart jumped wildly with a "plop plop", and he almost suspected that he had stepped into a dark place.

    "Cough" An old cough suddenly sounded in the hall, Chen Nan jumped up in shock, and Xiaoyu, who was hiding on his shoulder, fell down, but it came back immediately.  Chen Nan grabbed it, unconsciously exerted force with his hands, pinched Xiaoyu and rolled his eyes, until Xiaoyu gave him a claw, he hurriedly let go.

    He stepped back quickly, but found that the stone door had already been closed, and he couldn't push it open no matter what.  Xiaoyu groaned uneasily on his shoulder, her eyes kept scanning her surroundings.

    Chen Nan stabilized his mind, and shouted loudly: "Who? Those who hide in the dark, come out."

    The old voice echoed in the hall: "Young people, don't speak so aggressively. I have been staying here, why have I ever avoided it? Now that you broke in for no reason, why are you blaming me instead?"

    Chen Nan searched the hall over and over again with his keen spiritual sense, but found nothing. Except for him and Xiaoyu, there was no sign of life in the hall, and he was terrified.

    After a while, the old voice sounded again: "It is fate to meet each other. I didn't expect someone to set foot here. Young people, let's talk."

    Chen Nan said: "You don't even let me see you, isn't it too dishonest?"

    "I really didn't hide. Since you insist on seeing me, just keep going."

    Chen Nan walked forward step by step, Xiaoyu looked around nervously on his shoulders, when he stepped between the two rows of mummies, it got into Chen Nan's arms again with a "swish", leaving only a little tiger  With his head exposed, he vigilantly observed the movement nearby.

    "Come out, you perverted tiger." But this time, no matter how Chen Nan grabbed it, Xiaoyu's little tiger claws firmly grasped his clothes, and he refused to come out.

    "Hehe, kitty, didn't you come here a hundred years ago, don't you miss my old man and come back to see me again?"

    Hearing this, Xiaoyu couldn't stand it any longer, and got out of Chen Nan's arms with a "swish", stepped on Chen Nan's face and climbed onto his head, grabbed his hair and looked around.

    "I'm xxxx, color tiger, how dare you sit on my nose and put my head on my head, I'm so pissed off." Chen Nan grabbed it off and threw it at the feet of a mummy.

    "Roar"

    Tiger King Xiaoyu let out a low growl in fright, andThe old man pointed to the two rows of mummified corpses in the main hall, and said, "I am a servant in the devil's hall just like them."

    "Ah, they are still alive?" Chen Nan exclaimed.

    "No, they have been dead for many years. These people are the servants of the gods of all ages, because the exercises they practice are all dead wood tactics, so they will look like this after death."

    "Servant of God?"

    "Yes, before the master of the Demon Palace disappeared, he once took in a servant, that is, the first generation of God Servant, and he was the only one who had ever seen the Master of the Demon Palace. The first generation of God Servant was loyal to the ancient god  Looking forward to the return of the ancient god, but waiting for more than a hundred years in vain. In his later years, he asked the giants outside to send him out of the mountains, accepted a disciple in the city of sin, and then returned here. From generation to generation, the gods in the magic hall  That's how servants come."

    "Oh I got it."

    The old man continued: "Time has passed and thousands of years have passed. Although there are still servants in this demon temple, the heart of the servants is not what it used to be. The servants who came later have never seen the ancient gods. How can there be any gods?"  A trace of awe, besides, there is no longer any meaning for the existence of a servant of the gods. In previous generations, some people planned not to accept disciples, but they never made that decision. I have already seen it and decided not to accept disciples.¡±

    "Are you planning to leave here?"

    "I'm over three hundred years old, and I'm already dying. What's the point of leaving? This is the best place to bury me."

    "Ah, more than three hundred years old?! Then your cultivation is" Chen Nan couldn't continue. If what the old man said was true, then his cultivation might have reached an unimaginable level for ordinary people.

    The old man said: "Every generation of god servants can live to at least one hundred and fifty years old. The exercises handed down by the ancient gods are mainly for health preservation, not the kind of cultivation in the usual sense. In fact, the abilities of the god servants of the past generations are not  Gao Qiang can only be regarded as an ordinary master on the mainland. Take me for example, although I am over three hundred years old now, I am not your opponent at all, and I will definitely not be able to fight against you."

    "Oh." Chen Nan has indeed heard of this kind of cultivator, which is a side branch of Taoism. This kind of person does not pursue the growth of strength, and their purpose of self-cultivation is only to obtain longevity.

    The old man said: "I know that my fate is not long, so I will tell you the secret in my heart. Xuanwu Armor has been one of the most treasured treasures in mainland legends since ancient times. I hope the world can know its whereabouts, and I don't want it to be hidden for many years.  Bury it underground." (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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