"The one who just now had at least five thousand steps in the Great Dao..."                                                      �

"He should be the ancestor of the Necromancer..."                                                         

Until Fang Tianmiao looked at Xiao Yi with a serious face: "Mr. Xiao, did he say that the palace master was out of trouble?

Could it be the Lord of the Temple of Death?”

"..."                                                              �

They naturally heard the sentence, but everyone subconsciously did not dare to mention it.

They were worried that this sentence would become true! No matter Deadpool or the Necromancer, although it was difficult and powerful, they still had the confidence to deal with it.

But if it is the Lord of the Temple of Death, he escapes from the trap.

Don’t talk about them... Even in ancient times when there were many strong people, few people could compete with them.

"Holy Lord..." Xiao Yi looked at the Holy Lord of the South Heaven.

The Holy Lord of Nantian waved his hand and said, "I have reached our realm, so don't mention the Holy Lord anymore. Call me fellow Taoist Nantian, or Brother Nantian!"

"Oh well!"

Xiao Yi nodded and then said, "Brother Nantian, where is the next portal after this portal?

You have been in there for so long, do you know where the Lord of the Death Temple was sealed?"

The Holy Lord of Nantian said: "That sealed space is called the Dark Forest by these people from the Necromancer. When I was hiding before, I heard a few words. It seems that the Dark Forest has other exits besides this teleportation array.

And that exit is connected to the seal of the Lord of the Temple of Death, but I don’t know where the seal is.

But I have a guess..."                                                            �

The Lord of the Temple of Death is an existence that can threaten the life and death of the entire Qingtian Realm, and cannot be taken lightly at all.

The Holy Lord of Nantian pointed to the thick green fog around him and said in a deep voice: "I suspect that all this was done by the Dead clan to escape the trouble of the Lord of the Death Temple. If I guess correctly, this should be a means to block the sensing of our powerful people in the Qingtian Realm!"

"The analysis of the Holy Lord of the South Heaven is not without reason. This mist seems to have no other effect except blocking the sensing of divine thoughts!"

"If this is the case, then the seal of the Lord of the Death Temple is probably in the heart of the extreme south!"

Everyone is a dragon and a phoenix among people.

A few people made inferences with each word.

"Captain Fang, can you divine it again?"

The ancestor Tongtian looked at Fang Tianchi and asked tentatively.

This is the patriarch of the Tiance clan, one of the eight ancient tribes in the Xuan Realm.

Xuanyuan.

It has a supreme position in the Qingtian Realm.

Even above the holy land.

Fang Tianchi nodded, stood opposite Fang Tianmiao, and once again sacrificed the Tiance compass.

Everyone was nervously waiting for the result.

This time, the pointer that was rotating wildly on the compass suddenly shook and turned wildly in the opposite direction. The whole compass trembled wildly.

The power of fate disappeared wildly, and the compass was about to collapse.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically: "Run quickly, once this power of fate is out of control, it will be a huge problem to get involved!"

"Don't let these forces of destiny touch the body..."                                                                                                                       

This is the most mysterious one among the many great ways of heaven and earth.

Even a strong man as powerful as the Saint Venerable Realm dare not easily touch the power of his out-of-control fate.

Just when everyone was about to avoid it.

A figure stepped forward and landed at the center of the gathering of the storm of power of destiny.

Everyone's faces suddenly changed.

The Holy Lord of Nantian exclaimed: "Xiao Yi, please dodge it, that power of destiny cannot be touched by you!"

"Once you get infected, the consequences are unimaginable!"

"Go quickly..." Fang Ru, I looked even pale: "So confused, Xiao Yi, have you ever considered Qingzhu like this? Have you ever taken risks like this? Eh..." Fang Ru, who was indignant, suddenly froze.

Xiao Yi pulled his hands on the shoulders of Fang Tianchi and the others, and a surge of destiny power poured into the bodies of the two of them. Then, the crazy storm gradually calmed down at a speed that was intermittent with the naked eye.

"This..."                                                                                                                              

"Is this still an individual?

He is proficient in martial arts, weapon refining, and fate. Who is he..."                                                                                                                    �

Ordinary strong people cannot understand this kind of power at all.

It is precisely because of this...                                                                                                                           �

And now.

Xiao Yi once again refreshed their concept of genius.

The ancestor Tongtian murmured: "Maybe, this is the true meaning of genius!"

"Are you able to do anything?"

"He has only been practicing for more than ten years, right?

If he reaches our age, I don’t know how terrible he will be!”

Everyone felt a little sad.

The pointer on the Tsze compass returned to normal again. With a sudden tremor, mysterious words gathered over the compass.

Staring at the mysterious runes on the compass, Xiao Yi's pupils shrank slightly and he let out a breath of turbid air: "Sure enough, the Lord of the Death Temple was sealed in the hinterland of the extreme south!"

That spiritual lake appeared in Xiao Yi's mind.

And the mysterious stone tablet hidden deep in the soul.

He had speculated before that the changes in the extreme south were closely related to that place, but he did not expect that that place would be the place where the Lord of the Death Temple was sealed! “Use my blood as a sacrifice, guided by fate…” Xiao Yi bounced his fingers.

A drop of crystal clear, ruby-like blood bead flew out from his fingertips and fell into the mysterious runes.

Runes gathered on the blood beads.

Floating in front of Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi said in a deep voice: "Now with the power of fate, we will be able to find that place soon, and everyone follows me!"

"Um!"

Everyone nodded together.

He was already completely impressed by Xiao Yi and followed his leader.

Just as Xiao Yi and his group followed the blood beads and advanced towards the hinterland of the extreme south.

In the dark forest sealed by the Necromancer.

An extremely large, strong man from the Necromancer sat in it with his arms upright. The throne under him was a hundred feet tall. His fingers with sharp nails like long swords tapped the handrail gently, and his squinting eyes opened a gap.

The gaze that burst out from the gap was filled with an extremely terrifying storm of destruction, as if just a look of eyes could tear the void apart.

He is the Necropolis Feng, one of the four ancestors of the Necropolis clan.

The other three ancestors are the Necrotic Land, Necrotic Fire and Necrotic Water. Each of them is a master of more than 7,000 steps in the Great Way, but the three were sealed in another place along with the other remains of the Lord of the Death Temple Hall.

"It seems you are right. That little guy named Xiao Yi will really become a resistance to our rescue of the palace master!"

The undead Feng's gaze slowly raised and looked at the figure in front of him.
Chapter completed!