Ning Shouxin, Meng Lang and Minghui had already sneaked aside. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wen Zhuyuan touched the scar on his neck, and said in a tone that no one could say: "Let's go, let's go, let's go." You little rabbit cubs drank all the wine I had saved, so much so that I had to go out in the middle of the night to find wine to drink, how can you do this? ”

As he spoke, he picked up the bamboo basket and walked out.

I don't know if it's because of a hangover and not waking up, or if he was really dizzy by these four little rabbit cubs, he always felt that something was wrong today.

Something is wrong with this day, something is wrong with this place, something is wrong with these four little bunnies.

Even the temple where it lives is not right.

It was obviously a temple the size of rabbit, but at this moment, it suddenly became ...... become out of reach.

On weekdays, it only takes five or six steps to step out of the temple gate, but at this moment, he has walked two or three four five six seven or eighty steps and has not stepped out of the threshold.

What's going on?

It must have been a hallucination because of the lack of alcohol.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, trying to make himself more conscious.

The temple remained empty.

As far as the eye can see, there is no end in sight.

Like being in the wilderness in the dark night, I don't know the east, west, north, south, and middle.

This feeling he had seen somewhere before.

Right...... It's in that labyrinth in Tianyitang.

The prison that purportedly held the one that claimed to be from the Sanctuary Lansa.

But why did that feeling reappear in this ruined temple at this moment?

He couldn't guess.

I had to move on.

But at this moment, he felt a sudden ...... behind him Murderous!

Yes, it's murderous!

It's so murderous!

This is a temple that has been dilapidated for an unknown amount of time.

Before they settled here, it was a habitat for wild foxes and rabbits.

But foxes and rabbits are not murderous.

The only people who can give people a murderous aura are people.

Now, except for Wen Zhuyuan, only Ning Shouxin, Meng Lang and Ming Hui are left in the temple.

Although the latter hated him to the core, he could not condense such a dignified murderous aura.

So......

When Wen Zhuyuan turned around, he was stunned.

Because the murderous aura he clearly felt actually came from the statue behind the door that he had moved.

The statue of the god was originally on the case.

But Wen Zhuyuan felt that the length of the divine case was just right for sleeping, so he had already commanded Si Xiaoqiang to move it behind the door.

There are gods three feet above the head.

Now, God, he is angry!

The clay statue came to life.

It slowly opened its eyes, got up from the ground, and walked with a bang.

Walk towards Wenzhu.

Its hand was suddenly raised in the air.

If it weren't for Wen Zhuyuan feeling the murderous aura and turning around in time, I'm afraid that the god's raised fist would have smashed on his head.

The idol seemed to have a human mind, and when it missed a blow, it actually took the opportunity to change its move and start a second wave of attacks.

I don't know what's going on.

Even if you know what's going on, it's impossible to fight with a god.

So, the only way to do this is to keep flashing, soaring, moving, and jumping.

The room was so cramped that I couldn't move it.

If you jump outside, you can beat it, and if you can't beat it, you can run away, and the idol must have no problem with him.

However, the originally narrow temple suddenly became empty, and he didn't know where to hide or where to escape.

All this is like falling on a chessboard that someone else has already set up.

At this moment, he is playing a game of chess that has already set the ending under a pair of invisible big hands.

This...... What's going on?

The clay statue suddenly stopped all its movements, and said in a solemn and heavy tone, "God's wrath!

Wen Zhuyuan has always been a disbeliever in ghosts and gods.

In the original world, he received some pure Chinese-style Marxist-Leninist education.

When I was in school, my thinking was so progressive that I was almost accepted into the party by the secretary of the party branch of the department and fought for the communist cause for the rest of my life.

Although he watched some horror movies in his spare time, he always laughed at the ghosts and gods.

However, this terrifying and shocking scene that is happening in front of him now can only be explained by ghosts and gods.

Otherwise, how could this clay statue move?

How could a lifeless idol suddenly attack him?

Or even, suddenly...... Speak.

It's unbelievable.

Wen Zhuyuan's mind was also a little shaken and retreated.

Although he defeated the legendary martial arts alliance leader when he first entered the rivers and lakes a year ago, becoming a new generation of martial arts myths and idols admired by everyone, he still decided not to provoke this unfathomable legend similar to ghosts and gods.

Although the other party has taken the initiative to provoke himself at the moment.

So, the only thing he has to do at the moment is to escape!!

In this case, the one who doesn't run away is the one who is stupid.

He was like a child who got lost and couldn't find a home in the dark, desperate to flee in fear and confusion.

Carrying a bamboo basket on his back and carrying an iron sword.

How far can you escape!

It seems that it has run a long way, five miles, ten miles......

Maybe twenty miles.

Light......

Finally saw the light.

Where there is light, is the door of the temple.

However, something is wrong.

Because no matter how hard he ran, no matter how hard he tried, the light did not change in the slightest.

Although it seemed to be close at hand, no matter how much he ran, he couldn't get closer.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get to the gate of the temple at the end of the light.

His whole person was like running helplessly in an empty city intertwined with light and shadow, unable to see the direction......

In other words, you can see the direction, but you can't reach the imaginary end.

What's even more terrifying is that the idol still follows closely behind him like a stubborn enemy.

With the same rhythm, the same step, not in a hurry, full of murderous follow.

No matter how fast you run, you can keep the same distance from it.

This feeling made Wen Zhuyuan feel a sense of sad despair.

But thankfully, he finally managed to get to the temple door.

Seeing the entrance of the temple was like a choked person suddenly seeing a glass of water.

He suddenly relaxed.

foot, and stepped over the threshold of the temple entrance.

As long as you escape from here, escape from this temple, all fear and depression will be liberated.

Thinking of this, he smiled.

There was no more teasing and disdain in the smile.

It was a heartfelt laugh.

However, he could not fully exhale out his long breath, and suddenly swallowed the remaining half of his breath back into his stomach, almost choking, because ......

The moment he stepped out of the threshold of the temple, he found that there was still a temple outside the door of the temple.

A temple that is equally empty to the limitless.

I can't see the distance, I can't see the future.

The only difference is......

In this temple, there are ...... Sound.

Be...... Footsteps!

What's going on?