"Alright, Master, follow me. There can be no mistake here. Before I could find a way out, I had to watch carefully how the space changed. The empty beast emphasized.

A person, a beast, in the helpless sight of Helan Mountain and others, gradually left.

When your eyes can't see the seven charms of fate, how painful is this? Helan Mountain, Dantai Xue, Junsun Shaobai, etc., are all uglier than each other.

"Sun Shaobai, you are the strongest. Is there any way?" He Lianshan asked in a low voice.

"I'm afraid this is the core of the battle between mystery and darkness. It is also the most important place. Where can I find my way?" Sun Shaobai shook his head.

"Is it impossible?" said Helen Hill angrily.

"Fusheng's strongest battle, who has the road?" Shousun Shaobai shrugged. It's obvious. Do you still need to ask?

In Helan Mountain's lonely eyes, with a crazy color, he drank coldly: "Broken Sword Boy, I'll give you another chance, give me two of the seven curses of fate, I only want two, and you will never be difficult!"

"Don't break the sword, Lao Tzu has a name, Qin Feng, you can call me 'Fengge'," Qin Feng said, but he ignored Helan Mountain.

"Don't look back. Well, that's good. "The surface of Helan Mountain began to fill with black mist, and a surging force spread out on his surface, making everyone there.

"Let's go!"

Tuoba Jin, Ji Shun Shaobai and others reacted quickly and left.

Obviously, it is impossible to capture the charm of fate of the young swordbreaker. Especially since the more people there are, the more certain it is that the young Swordbreaker will not come out. It's better to leave.

After all, there are still six kinds of destiny that have not yet been discovered. You're here to persevere. Others get their hands on them easily.

At the same time, the man finally knew what that terrifying young swordbreaker really was.

Qin Feng is a name that everyone remembers.

Qin Feng walked under the guidance of the empty beast, and suddenly a dazzling light came over. It's like closing your eyes and a person in the dark suddenly comes to a place of light. The light pierces the eye through the eyelid. The biting cold winds of the Qin Dynasty were once blind.

While waiting for the eye to regain its vision, a series of stone forests appeared, not natural, but tall stone tablets carved with various patterns, such as mountains, stones, earth, beasts, swords, stars, etc.

When you see these steles, you will feel that every stele and every pattern exudes a noble soul charm and an eternal vastness!

At the end of the stone forest is a tall and magnificent palace. The palace is a bit like the Thundercloud Temple, which seems to have a similar layout.

"Huh, the Temple of Souls?"

Qin Feng was taken aback when he saw the name of the main hall.

The surrounding space suddenly had a huge wave, and in front of the hall, there was a dim light, and the colors converged, gradually forming a human figure.

It was an old man in a white robe. His white beard almost fell to the ground. He looked down at Qin Feng and the Empty Beast.

No wonder someone came here early. "It's an empty beast," his voice echoed through the space.

It is an illusion of energy that is left behind after death by a powerful and divine force. There is also some soul in the energy, so it has full consciousness and judgment. This kind of energy shadow was the second time Qin Feng had seen it, the first time was when he encountered a winning streak in a prehistoric holy relic, but that was Liu Ruofei's chance, and it had little to do with him.

"Are you Fusheng?" Qin Feng asked a question tentatively.

The old man nodded: "Young generation, this place is still early for you. Only by finding eighteen Destiny Spells can my three machines be opened. ”

"Three machines?" Qin Feng's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes, three machines," Fu Sheng nodded, "Three machines, any value far exceeds the total value of the eighteen Destiny Spells, this is the real key to my countless years of layout." ”

Qin Feng rubbed his hands, his eyes bright.

"The machine can't give it to you yet," Fu Sheng directly interrupted Qin Feng's illusion. I say that the competition between the three machines can only begin when the eighteen Magic of Fate have their masters. At that time, if you can pass my exam, this machine can be handed over to you. ”

"Come on!" Qin Feng despised in his heart, "Then tell me what these three machines are, let me have a number in my heart, it's no problem, right?"

"Yes," Fu Sheng looked at Qin Feng with a smile. One of my three major opportunities is the Thunder Temple, which is the most precious treasure in the life of my disciple Yun Zhong. He got on the plane, which is also a relic of the god of thunderclouds. There are ten thunder pools in the temple, which are of great help to melt in general. If you can pass my exam, you can put the whole temple straight into your pocket. Oh, by the way, my apprentices, outsiders are revered as the "most holy".

"The most sacred and precious treasure is mine, spread throughout the temple?" Qin Feng's eyes flashed and he was stunned.

The Thunder Pool in the Thunder Temple is very helpful for physical exercise, but a seat and a chair in the temple cannot be moved, not to mention that the entire temple is occupied by oneself. Qin Feng felt very sad in his heart, because once the battle of the talisman was over, the power to fight with the mysterious and clear would be exhausted, and this place would immediately be occupied by the five major forces. He no longer belongs to him, and naturally he can no longer use the thunder pool to cultivate his physical strength.

But now, he has the opportunity to take the Thundercloud Temple completely for himself. Why wasn't Qin Feng excited?

Seeing Qin Feng's excitement, Fu Sheng said with a smile: "My second machine is here, the Temple of Souls, it was actually built after the Thundercloud Temple, and it also imitates the Thunder Pool, which is mainly used to help people practice the power of the soul, after all, my strongest is the practice of the soul." It's just that I'm not a god of thunderclouds, I'm just a holy land cultivator, so I can only create six soul pools in my life.

The Thundercloud Temple was created by the divine power of the Thundercloud God. There are ten thunder pools dedicated to helping people go to dead ends.

"The soul is mysterious, and the methods of practice are more vague and difficult to control. My Six Dao Spirit Pools can perfectly help people and powerful soul powers, and their value is no less than the Ten Dao Spirit Pools of the Thundercloud Temple. In Fu Sheng's words, we are full of pride.

"Come on, I'm going to order this machine!" Qin Feng gritted his teeth, and now he wanted to treat the temple as his own.

Doesn't spiritual power come from spiritual power? In this battle for the hegemony of the Heavenly Destiny, he devoured the weakness of his soul, which made Qin Feng desperately want to strengthen his soul and make up for his greatest weakness. Therefore, Qin Feng's yearning for the temple is far more than the Thunder Temple!

"Well, you know these things," Fu Sheng said, proud to see Qin Feng so greedy for his treasures. My third biggest opportunity is a radical anti-heavenly life change. At the same time, after the anti-natural changes of life, the one who gets the plane will get the full inheritance of my fighting path and charisma, which may be greater than the first two. ”

"A chance to completely change the Mandate of Heaven?" Qin Feng's eyebrows furrowed, he was curious.

"Yes," Fusheng nodded. As soon as the message of the curse of fate appears, I fear that all spiritual pride will come to fight and fight. It must be tragic. The stronger the self-esteem, the harder it is for anyone to grasp the charm of fate alone. I think that in the end, all the top people who can appreciate the charm of heaven are those who have at least eight illusions of divine radiance. Nine charms are required to elevate the talents of the eight divine illusions of brilliance to supreme. The competition is so fierce, I'm afraid no one can monopolize the Nine Heavenly Charms.