"If this sacrificial ritual is effective, I will be fine. If something goes wrong with this ritual, I will be able to escape with confidence as I have the Zhenhai Xuan Tortoise Shell with me."

Wan Zhuliu glanced at Wang Jin:

"This animal is related to the Bafang Temple. We cannot kill it easily. When things happen here, we must hand them over to Brother Wang. How about that?"

"This is up to Brother Wan."

Wang Jin could only accept the offer, but he also understood in his heart that before the Bafang Temple was completely taken over, few people present would be willing to kill the man who opened the temple.

"in this way……"

Emperor Qian looked at Huang Longzi, who just lowered his head slightly.

"That's fine."

Emperor Qian still agreed and ordered everyone around to prepare for the next ceremony, and then everyone in the open space dispersed.

Soon, only Wan Zhuliu was left on the field.

He glanced at Huang Longzi's retreating back, then followed Emperor Qian into the side hall not far away.

Buzz~

Almost at the same time as he entered the palace, Wan Zhuliu's eyes sparkled with silver light, flowing out like water, and transformed into a blurry figure in front of the monarch and his ministers.

"Senior, did you teach me anything?"

Emperor Qian was not surprised by his appearance. He handed over his hand and asked, not getting close to him or being indifferent.

"There was once a temple founder in Tianshiyuan."

The figure transformed by the silver light spoke calmly: "At that time, a very large number of people followed him, and the methods they used were very different from those taught by Huang Longzi."

The monarch and his ministers looked at each other without saying a word.

"There are so many strange things happening in this world. Who would have thought that a temple-builder could be born in this world? Now that I think about it, I find it unbelievable."

The person transformed by the silver light sighed and then said:

"It is said that only those who are personally invited into the temple by the Bafang Temple are qualified to receive true blessings."

"Um?"

Wan Zhuliu frowned slightly: "According to what you said, even if we enter the temple as a big sacrifice, we still won't get true creation?"

"There are no absolutes."

The man transformed by the silver light sneered:

"Capture this person and deprive him of his qualifications, and you will naturally gain true destiny!"

"Take away his qualifications?"

Emperor Qian's heart moved slightly: "I dare to ask senior, how can I get the recognition of Bafang Temple?"

"Difficult, difficult, difficult."

The person transformed by the silver light glanced at him indifferently: "Instead of thinking nonsense, it is better to think about how to catch this person."

"Do you think I can't catch him?"

Wan Zhuliu naturally understood the meaning of his words.

"How can it be that simple?"

The person transformed by the silver light shook his head: "In the past, when the Wuxian Sect Master entered the temple, there were so many people following him, many of whom were far better in cultivation than he was at that time, but no one could catch him.

This is certainly because he was confused among the people following him, but also because those who are invited to the temple seem to have some kind of method to move and hide in the secluded environment."

"Moving in the secluded realm?"

Wan Zhuliu narrowed his eyes slightly.

"If you want to catch this person, you must first know who he is. If there is a way to force him to show up, it would be the best."

"Forcing him to show up?"

Emperor Qian's expression changed slightly: "Senior, do you have any ideas?"

"Ordinary methods cannot peek into the Bafang Temple. Even the Poison Dragon Academy cannot do this, but..."

The silhouette of the person transformed by the silver light was a few points away, and a stream of light turned into a silk book and fell on the table. Then, the figure disappeared and disappeared into Wan Zhuliu's eyes again.

"How to spy on the gods?"

Emperor Qian opened the silk book and glanced at it, his heart skipped a beat:

"Using the Heavenly Fate Mysterious Weapons as a guide, we set up an altar...and need so much incense? And..."

After turning a few pages, Emperor Qian subconsciously raised his head and looked out the window. In the night, four big moons hung high in the sky, and the moonlight was hazy.
Chapter completed!