On a large blue stone at the cave entrance, Ye Feng's second senior sister, Lu Xueqi, sat cross-legged.
She has been staying here to protect her master.
Suddenly, a clear and melodious voice came from inside the Pointing Moon Cave.
"Xueqi, according to my calculations, four hundred years have passed, and the seal deep within the Fushan Volcano should begin to loosen."
"Xiaofeng and the others are currently in Japan. If that beast gets out, it will hurt them."
"Yes, Master. This disciple will go immediately."
Lu Xueqi stood up, bowed deeply towards the cave entrance, and then turned and disappeared in an instant.
Inside a Japanese shrine.
It was also a scene of bloodshed and carnage.
A group of martial artists from the Great Xia Dynasty stormed in from another secluded path.
Among these people was Zhang Yuanlei, a high-ranking official in the Ministry of War.
There were more than a dozen elderly men around him, all of whom were veteran war gods of the previous generation of the Great Xia Dynasty.
Each person's cultivation level is at least at the half-step Martial Soul realm.
The leader was a withered old man named Zhuge Wuwo, whose cultivation level was at the third rank of the Martial Soul Realm.
There were four other people around him, all of whom were at the first level of the Martial Soul Realm.
turn out to be.
Zhang Yuanlei, also acting on the orders of Luo Yuantai, the Minister of War, secretly led more than a dozen veteran war gods from the previous generation to Japan to capture the traitor Yuan Changkong.
Because Ye Feng charged forward relentlessly, drawing all the attention of the Japanese martial artists, their rear was left undefended, allowing them to easily sneak into the Japanese shrine via a side path.
However, the scene inside the shrine was somewhat different from what they had imagined.
The surrounding area is filled with antique wooden buildings, the style of which is somewhat similar to that of the Great Xia and Tang Dynasties.
The surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop, giving it an eerie feel.
In front of the crowd stood a three-story wooden building.
It enshrines the warriors who died during the invasion of China by the Japanese.
They were all despised murderers.
A faint scent of incense wafted out from inside.
A flash of hatred crossed Zhang Yuanlei's eyes; his ancestors had also died in that battle.
One man fought to the death against more than a dozen Japanese masters.
He eventually killed them all, but then exhausted his inner energy and died.
Therefore, Zhang Yuanlei harbored an innate hatred for Japanese martial artists.
"Yuan Changkong is definitely hiding inside. Let's go in, everyone be careful."
Just as everyone was about to rush inside.
Suddenly, a thick fog billowed out from behind the shrine.
The thick fog instantly enveloped the entire courtyard, reducing visibility to extremely low levels.
An inexplicable crisis is looming...
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