Lin Han walked to the altar, brushed off the dust on the stone slab, revealing the contents on it.
On the stone slab, twelve creatures of different shapes are worshiping a giant standing tall. The stone carving is very clear.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches offer sacrifices to Pangu?
Lin Han turned over the stone slab and took a look at the contents behind it.
It's not a sacrifice, it's a summons.
The stone tablet records the scene of the Twelve Ancestral Witches summoning the great god Pangu. It mentions that during the war between wizards and demons, the Twelve Ancestral Witches joined forces to summon the great god Pangu to deal with the events of the demon clan.
The text on the stone tablet records that the ancestor witch set up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation in the northwest of Kunlun, used the temple as a medium, summoned the shadow of the Father God, and repelled the immortal saints.
Temple, northwest of Kunlun.
Lin Han found the key information.
There is the approximate location provided by Nuwa, the southern range of Tianshan Mountains, and now the northwest of Kunlun Mountains.
Three location information.
Lin Han took out the map and combined the three location information to more accurately determine the location of Pangu Temple.
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After putting away the map, Lin Han looked around the Dijiang Temple.
The five people who followed in, after knowing that this was the Ancestral Witch Temple, began to frantically search for treasures, regardless of whether they were useful or not, and took as much as they could.
The natural treasures and spiritual beasts enshrined in the temple have been left there for thousands of years. After experiencing the changes of the times when spiritual energy dissipated and revived, they have long lost their spirituality and magic power.
There are not many valuable things. The few valuable things are the materials used to make utensils. These things have remained intact for thousands of years. These things from ancient times are still top-quality materials today.
But Lin Han was not impressed by this.
In Lu Taizhong, any material is several times better than these materials, and there are countless collections.
This temple should be one of the many temples built by the Wu tribe to worship Dijiang. Moreover, after being buried by Mount Buzhou, the surviving people of the Wu tribe had already dug a passage here and took away the precious things, so there are ready-made passages and stone tablets.
"Top-grade material? Hiss."
"What kind of material is this? It feels so strong. If I don't recognize it, it must be a good thing."
"And this wood, what kind of wood is this? It's so hard that spiritual weapons can't cut it."
“…”
The five of them were ecstatic about the materials in the temple, but they didn't lose their minds. While searching for materials, they would glance at Lin Han from the corner of their eyes, with a hint of wariness.
After seeing the map in their hands, several people's eyes lit up, but they quickly hid themselves and pretended nothing had happened.
After about fifteen minutes, the five people looted everything they could take away from the temple and gathered in front of the main hall.
"How to divide it?" Lin Han looked at them with a smile.
The five people looked at each other. It was impossible to ask them to take out the materials they had collected.
Lin Han had anticipated this and said, "The items in this temple are useless to me. Seeing that you have taken quite a lot, I will only take one thing. Is that okay?"
The five of them looked at each other and finally nodded in agreement.
Lin Han only took one thing, and the rest of the materials were theirs, so naturally they would not refuse.
"Then I'll take it."
Lin Han turned around and pointed a finger at the stone totem of Dijiang.
In an instant, the Dijiang totem exploded, and a drop of blood containing the law of space was suspended in it. Lin Han grabbed it and it flew into his hand.
When the five people saw the blood that Lin Han had obtained, their pupils shrank and greed flashed in their eyes.
"Okay, this cooperation ends here."
Lin Han turned and left the temple.
As soon as he reached the door, Zheng Yang stopped him.
"Fellow Daoist, we agreed on a fifty-fifty split. We'll give you half of the materials we obtained, and we'll give you half of the drop of blood you just gave us. This is more fair."
"Want to go back on your word?" Lin Han asked calmly.
"If I'm guessing correctly, it should be the blood of Emperor Jiang. Whoever sees it gets a share. We agreed on a 50-50 split, so giving us half is reasonable."
While Zheng Yang was speaking, the other four people separated into four directions, looking at Lin Han vigilantly, their hands on their weapons.
"What if there is no distinction?"
"If you don't divide them, don't blame us for being immoral."
"Whatever." Lin Han shrugged and said calmly.
"Since we're at odds, there's nothing more to say. And the map you just took out should be a treasure map. Just give it to us." Zheng Yang said coldly.
"Is the real purpose revealed?"
"So what?"
"There's nothing we can do. Go to the resurrection point."
Lin Han spoke calmly, and the next moment, a terrifying pressure spread out, causing the five people's faces to change drastically.
This was the first time they felt such a powerful pressure.
Zheng Yang, one of the five of them, thought he was at the Tribulation Crossing Stage and was an expert among experts. However, he did not expect that he would be suppressed and unable to move by the pressure of this player whose identity he did not know.
The sense of crisis of death made them regret, but it was too late.
puff!
"System prompt: You have been killed and will be reborn at the resurrection point."
The system prompts crushed their last shred of hope, and they didn't even have time to beg for mercy.
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The Western Regions Protectorate is the resurrection point of the city.
The five of them recreated themselves at the resurrection point, their eyes still filled with shock, regret, and hidden anger. All the materials in their backpacks exploded, along with their spiritual tools and weapons, and their talents and cultivation.
That person was playing the pig to eat the tiger. His cultivation must be at least in the late Mahayana stage, so he could kill them without any chance of fighting back.
Until they are reshaped at the resurrection point, they can still immerse themselves in the terrifying pressure before death.
The five people looked at each other in horror.
Who is that person?
"Brother Yang, do you want revenge?"
"There's no way to get revenge." Zheng Yang shook his head and said, "He's too strong."
Several people were silent.
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Lin Han collected the belongings of the five people and turned to leave Dijiang Temple.
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