"Senior Brother."

Gingerbread looked serious, placed her hands on Xie Yingnan's shoulders, and said earnestly:

"One idiot is enough for Xianyu Peak."

"If you keep being silly, your master's heart can't take it."

"..."

Xie Yingnan silently sheathed the dagger.

He would clear his throat for a moment, then scratch his cheek.

Embarrassment made him make 800 movements in a minute.

The two siblings continued walking along the tunnel, entering a relatively open secret passage from the narrow tunnel.

Buddhist shrines were densely packed on both sides.

The shrine contains Buddha statues with different expressions.

The Buddha statues are so lifelike that it seems as if thousands of eyes are watching them as they walk through the middle.

Gingerbread hugged her arms and rubbed them together, still feeling a bit scared.

The shrine is made of pure black iron.

The Buddha statues inside the shrine were also pitch black.

The secret passage was empty and deathly silent, with only the sounds of two people breathing and...

wrong!

Gingerbread stood there, eyes wide.

Xie Yingnan noticed she hadn't followed, so he turned around and asked, "Silly girl, let's go, what are you doing?"

Gingerbread licked her dry lips, trying her best to control her wildly beating heart, "Senior brother..."

“You… take two steps.”

"?" Xie Yingnan's face was full of "What's wrong with you?"

Wasn't he always walking?

Gingerbread looks like it's about to cry.

Xie Yingman lowered her brows and paced back and forth a couple of steps after hearing Jiang Bingbing's words. She was about to ask her what was wrong.

Suddenly realized!!

He walks without making a sound!

What the hell?!

In such a desolate and empty place, where you can hear even breathing, how could you not hear footsteps?!

and.

There were clearly footsteps when they first entered the tunnel.

It disappeared after we arrived at the secret passage where the Buddhist shrine was located!

The two siblings exchanged a glance.

My scalp is tingling.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!”

They screamed and charged wildly.

Inside the main hall.

A mirror is suspended in mid-air.

The image reflected in the mirror showed Xie Yingnan and Jiang Bingbing running away in terror.

The chess players, Fenjue and Guifozi, said, "..."

Gui Fozi chuckled twice, "Fellow Daoist Lin Jue, why don't you ask me why I let them in?"

"For Xie Yingnan." Fen Jue said calmly.

Gui Fozi was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

Fen Jue initially disdained to explain these things. Considering he couldn't always protect Jiang Bingbing if something happened, whether it was to back her up or to let others know she had a mysterious cultivator practicing the path of immortality behind her, both were ways to protect her. With this in mind, he coldly spoke:

"Wouldn't it be better to do the new Demon Lord a favor than to do the current Demon Lord who is on his deathbed?"

Gui Fozi paused, holding the black chess piece, and smiled, saying, "How did Fellow Daoist Lin Jue know he would become the new Demon Lord?"

"Fellow Daoist may not know, but the rules of the Demon Realm are that killing the previous Demon Lord is the way to become the new Demon Lord. Even if Xie Yin is the Demon Lord's biological son, he may not necessarily ascend to the position of Demon Lord. The Four Saints and Twelve Generals of the Demon Realm are not to be trifled with."

The other party is testing us.

In the eyes of the burning flames, it was naive and uninteresting.

The moment the white piece is placed, the outcome on the board is already decided.

After a moment of astonishment, Gui Fozi smiled knowingly, “Fellow Daoist Lin Jue is a divine being.”

Fen Jue said emotionlessly, "Whether he will become the Demon Lord is up to you, Buddha."

The air inside the hall was stagnant.

Since the outcome of the game has already been decided.

There's not much to say.

Burning away leisurely, he walked out of the hall.

Gui Fuzi lowered his head, looking at the black chess piece in his palm that he hadn't had time to play, and muttered to himself, "How could he know what was in the secret room?"

Even if Xie Yin told that junior sister.

But they haven't met Lin Jue since the banquet, so how did he know?

As Gui Fozi was pondering this, a ripple came from the Xuanjing mirror in mid-air.

Look up.

The two men indeed stumbled into the little secret realm he had created.

......

"Holy crap, that scared me to death."

Xie Yingnan leaned against the tree trunk, spewing profanities.

Gingerbread patted its chest, looked up and looked around, "Peacock, where have we gone?"

"have no idea."

I was just running around like a headless fly.

They were on the shore.

Looking ahead, the seawater was dark and murky.

The black ripples slowly drifted toward Jiang Bingbing and Xie Yingnan.

It sounded as if someone was speaking in a seductive voice.

"Get down, get down quickly..."

A suffocating, oppressive feeling crashed into their minds.

Xie Yingnan knew something was wrong.

"Junior Sister, calm your mind and clear your spirit!"

"Calm your mind and spirit" is the key phrase used by the Sword Sect to suppress inner demons.

Gingerbread immediately understood and repeated the mantra over and over again with his eyes closed.

Until that oppressive feeling subsides.

She and Xie Yingnan opened their eyes at the same time.

Xie Yingnan: "We might have stumbled into that idiot Wei Zhuo's little secret realm."

Gingerbread clicked its tongue twice, "If Buddhist disciples have such treacherous hearts, won't Buddha really blame them?"

She poked the branch into the Black Sea, then pulled it out; it was covered in a layer of black stuff. "Look at this seawater, it's so black and thick, almost like ink."

"What kind of Buddhist cultivator is he?" Xie Yingnan scoffed, lowering his voice. "If he truly believed in Buddha, he wouldn't have betrayed the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect to become some kind of ghost Buddha in the Ghost Realm."

Why did he betray us?

Gingerbread was only halfway through his sentence when a tremendous roar erupted from the middle of the Black Sea.

Immediately afterwards, the ethereal Buddhist chants traveled to the shore along with the life-threatening ripples of the Black Sea.

The two of them turned to look at the same time.

A blood-red Buddha statue slowly rises from the Black Sea.

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