The hurried and chaotic footsteps echoed in the jade-paved corridor, and after only a dozen seconds, the five people ran through the long corridor and arrived at the entrance of the temple.

Huge noises, violent air currents, and boiling spiritual power fluctuations came from inside the temple.

"You stay where you are and don't move. I'll go investigate." The violent aura made Zhang Wuqing dare not act rashly, so he stopped his companions.

Xiaoyuan and the others nodded silently, their faces somewhat solemn.

Zhang Yuanqing used the Night Walk skill and went towards the entrance of the temple in stealth. The temple was spacious and open, without walls or stone pillars, and no obstructions. The boundless starry sky lingered at the entrance.

Zhang Yuanqingguo saw that behind Xiahou Aotian, there was a tall shadow of a god floating in the air. It was an old man with white hair and beard and an immortal look.

The old man was wearing a Tai Chi Bagua robe and holding a bronze alchemy furnace in his right hand, with tortoise shell pills rotating around the furnace.

The left hand holds a ball of fire, the bottom flame is white, the middle flame is black, and the outer flame is yellow.

More than a dozen props were rotating around the three-colored flames. Behind the gods were Jiang Ju with a broken arm, Yin Ji, who was extremely beautiful but unconscious, and Xia Zuo, whose arms were broken at the shoulders and whose face was pale.

All three were seriously injured, especially Xia Zuo. Apart from his head, his arms were broken at the shoulders. There were terrible penetrating wounds on his chest and abdomen. The tender red and hard damage inside could be vaguely seen, and his blood was almost drained.

The knight profession does not have strong vitality and self-healing ability. Such injuries can be sentenced to death. The reason why he is still alive is probably because the endurance and willpower he has forged during the "ascetic monk" stage made him stubborn and unwilling to die.

On the evil camp side, there are three peak saints, the Sleeping Dragon Duke, the Bloody Liquid, and the human-beast hybrid.

The Sleeping Dragon Lord is a middle-aged white man with a tired face and half-closed eyes. He is thin and has fair skin. He looks like he just woke up from a hangover and can't even open his eyes.

There was deep darkness behind him, and his tall figure sometimes disappeared and sometimes appeared in the muddy darkness. His features could not be seen clearly, but when his outline occasionally appeared, the sealing power in the temple rose like a tide.

The flame in the hand of the bachelor god will become weak, and the bloody liquid will hybridize with humans and animals. One is a middle-aged man with pale hair, and the other is a hot and sexy woman.

In the former, there is a god with long hair and beard floating in the air. He is an unkempt old man wearing simple ancient Greek clothes, reeking of wine, and holding a staff woven from vines with grapes and nuts hanging from the top.

The latter is the demon "Chromie" among the ten sons of God. He has goat hooves and horns, a red body, membrane wings burning with blue flames, and scarlet vertical pupils.

Xiahou Aotian's eyes were golden as he fought one against three. Behind his head was a golden ring made up of Sanskrit-like characters, and he was stepping on the trigger of a cannon like a sewing machine.

With every step, a ball of golden light would spurt out from the muzzle of the rough gun, blasting the opposing enemy.

With every step, Xiahou Aotian's eyes became warmer. Dense golden bullets smashed into the deep and sticky darkness like raindrops. They did not explode, but quickly extinguished, or their trajectories were distorted, and they rushed to the left and right, or rushed into the sky, and were easily resolved.

Xiahou Aotian didn't care and continued to output firepower. After the flames continuously melted the materials, the props were refined into energy packs. Saint Rayleigh Eugene of the Merchant Guild filled the energy packs on the side.

The alchemy furnace in his right hand kept opening and closing its lid, refining the skills of "Petrification Beam", "Distortion" and "Sleeping Curse" into the invisible.

For high-level scholars, anything in the world can be refined and rearranged, including skills, and the basis of spiritual realm skills is spiritual power.

"Why are you crying?" Xiahou Aotian said grimly, "If you choose the profession of a bachelor or a businessman, you must be prepared to be penniless. Money and property cannot be brought with you when you are born and cannot be taken with you when you die."

Rayleigh Eugene took a look at the tear marks on the other's face and felt that he should learn from Brother Xiahou's tough talk.

"It's not like we don't have a chance." Xiahou Aotian, whose seven orifices were bleeding, suddenly said.

"What chance?" Rayleigh Eugene hoped he was not just being tough.

After Xiahou Hou had struggled to earn all his fortune, he began to work hard to control the Dharma body of the gods, which put a huge strain on his body. Brother Xiahou didn't have much left, and if he continued like this, he would inevitably die of exhaustion.

Xiahou Aotian did not answer, but only glanced at the edge of a circle with exquisite relief carvings on the west side of the temple, where a statue of a sorcerer stood.

The opportunity he was talking about was not referring to Yuanshi Tianzun. The statue of Night Wandering God had been destroyed. In the battle between "gods" and saints, Yuanshi Tianzun was no different from an ant.

The opportunity that Xiahou Aotian was referring to was Yuanshi Tianzun's mistress Xiaoyuan. So far, she was the only witchcraft master left in the slaughter copy.

When the two sides went to war, Xiahou Aotian retaliated by smashing the statues of gods of evil professions and deliberately ignored the statue of the sorcerer.

Sleeping Dragon Awareness naturally would not intentionally smash the statue of the witch sorcerer, because that was the natural ally of the evil camp, and there were six names in the killing copy, so they could definitely take one, which did not conflict with the later witch sorcerer.

"I admit that I was too confident just now." Zhang Yuanqing, who was watching the battle on the side, took a breath of cold air. The aura emitted by the two gods was definitely at the master level, and it was not really comparable to that of a primary master.

Zhang Yuanqing felt that even if he spent all his money on him, he still couldn't beat him.

He originally thought that the upper limit of the combat power in the Killing Dungeon was at most the 7th level of Overlord. With the Frost God suit and dual professional skills, he would always be at the forefront of combat power.

When the combat power of the gods is so exaggerated and unreasonable, it wipes out all his advantages. The advantage of rich item reserves is wiped out by cultural relics, and the dual-professional combat power of super-strong peak saints is covered by the gods' Dharma bodies. Now it seems that this killing copy was created to deal with him.

His eyes swept across the four gods and toward the circular formation in the temple with intricate carvings.

In the circle, there are constellations, swords and shields, wind and thunder, ice flames, vines, wheat, and monsters. The exquisitely carved and lifelike patterns are gathered together. The props are perfectly integrated and yet contradictory.

The edge of this circular formation with a diameter of tens of meters is littered with broken stone statues. These stone statues include both male and female, some as violent as warriors, and some as gloomy wizards, each with its own characteristics.

Osmond was right. All the gods' dharmakayas were destroyed, and only one statue was intact. The god was wearing a gorgeous robe, and his facial features were difficult to distinguish between male and female. His face was covered with strange tattoos, and his feet were crawling with secret source poisonous insects. Behind his head was a circle made up of ouroboros, like a mythical figure. The most unique thing was that this stone statue had only one eye printed on its forehead.

The deity of the shaman profession?

Zhang Yuanqing, who had originally been feeling disappointed at not seeing the Night Wandering God and the Illusionist's Dharma Body, suddenly realized that this was their opportunity.

This game had to be given to Xiao Yuan. Zhang Yuanqing quickly returned to his teammates and briefly informed them of the situation in the temple. They calmly arranged their work: "Xiao Yuan, after you enter the temple, bypass Xiahou Aotian. Don't have any conversations. Go directly to merge with the Dharma body."

The three evil professions in the temple are all saints of the First Fire Zone. They don’t know the existence of the Traceless Hotel and don’t know Xiaoyuan.

They will only judge friend or foe based on the characteristics she displays and her professional traits.

And Xia Fa Hou Aotian would naturally stop Xiao Yuan.

Buzz! The sound like a helicopter propeller immediately attracted both sides of the war.

The three evil professions including the Sleeping Dragon Lord immediately stared at him, and when they saw the appearance and features of the person coming, their expressions relaxed slightly and they smiled.

Blood Star Liquid said: "Another companion has arrived."

Xiao Yuan pretended to avoid Xiahou Aotian as her lover instructed, raised her eyes to show fear, and landed next to the sorcerer statue under the watchful eyes of three evil professions who were ready to cover her at any time.

She only felt her heart beating rapidly, sensing the call from her blood! The statue was calling her!

Xiao Yuan was so moved that she raised her hand and put it on the statue. A reminder sound came from the spiritual realm: [Ding, Gu Killer, matching successful, do you want to merge?]

Without hesitation, Xiaoyuan immediately agreed.

[Ding, the fusion of the Dharmakaya requires 100 points. Your points level is insufficient, and the fusion with the master failed.]

Insufficient points? Xiaoyuan's expression suddenly changed. She then realized that "points" are needed to fuse the Dharmakaya. It is not possible to fuse the Dharmakaya just by reaching the third level. This mechanism is very reasonable. After all, each profession has only one Dharmakaya.

As for the Spirit Realm Walker who can add the killing copy, it is impossible for there to be only one leader in the profession.

This mechanism is to eliminate the weak.

Osmond did not mention this detail. It may be that the Sleeping Dragon Lord destroyed some of the statues, so the Arrogant Siren was not aware of this mechanism.

And it was impossible for Yuanshi to communicate with Xia Aotian under the enemy's nose.

Where to fill up 100 points in a short period of time.

She and Huang Taiji were trapped in the gourd of cultural relics and had almost no time to conquer the cultural relics. The mode on the second floor could not accumulate points, and there were only 20 points for clearing the level.

Her current score is 40 points. She will get 20 points when she reaches the second floor and 20 points when she reaches the third floor. She is still far from 100 points.

The one who had been paying attention to her Yan "human-animal hybrid" voice, saw that the new bee girl didn't move, so he guessed the truth: "Not enough points?"

The sleeping dragon lord raised his sleepy eyes and looked at the entrance of the temple, and said in a scattered voice, "Osimeng is not dead yet, but he is almost dead. Did she meet him when she came here?"

"If I meet her, I can just kill her. How can I be short of points?" As he was speaking, he opened the scoreboard and confirmed that Osmond was indeed still alive. Yan Nuyan said with a sigh, "Could she have been rescued by the second-ranked Morality Heavenly Lord?"

"If those people went to the third floor and rescued Osmond, why was she able to come here? She should have died in the corridor."

Scarlet Liquid's eyes turned, "If she comes over to ask questions."