Chapter 430: The Haunted Daoist Temple
The emergence of a Blissful Land meant a tremendous opportunity, as it could prolong life or even grant immortality. It wasn’t just cultivators who were interested; reclusive old masters from the jianghu also sought these treasures to extend their lifespans.
Many could not resist loneliness or temptation, entering these Blissful Lands to seek their fortune, and this swordsman was clearly one of them. His martial cultivation had long reached the stage of rejuvenation, and he had even acquired the Daoist method of preserving youth.
By seizing the ceramic jar, he made the beautiful woman wary, but she did not dare strike him. She was no match for the long-hidden former demonic sect leader. After all, a martial artist who had reached the grandmaster level could wield true qi across the room. Even if his vitality was weak, the domineering true qi alone could easily kill a cultivator.
Of course, if the feng shui master had enough time to set up a feng shui killing formation, he could also trap this swordsman easily. This was a difference of profession.
Clang! Clang!
At this moment, the strange bell rang again. This time, the bell sounded even faster, striking deep into the hearts of all present. It seemed that the bell wasn’t just trying to control the body; it also contained a hidden murderous intent, and everyone in the room felt the change.
Zhang Wei was curious. The ancient records said people would draw life-and-death lots, but since entering, he hadn’t seen anyone draw a single lot. Everyone had been focusing on resisting the cursed painting. Later, the strange painting was destroyed by Daoist Master Cao Cao. Now, with the death-commanding bell ringing again, what would happen next?
The mature, beautiful woman suddenly stared blankly, her face forming a sinister smile. Her movements mirrored the celestial maiden statue, and her expression was exactly the same.
Gasp! Everyone gasped in shock.
Next, the beautiful woman’s body slowly went limp, her vitality completely gone. This unexpected turn startled everyone. The previous bell had never been lethal, so why now...? Could it be because they had entered the back hall?
They all looked instinctively at the young, handsome Daoist in the temple. Earlier, this young Daoist had only glanced at the cursed painting and shouted coldly, causing the painting to explode instantly. Nobody knew what the young Daoist would do this time.
Suddenly, a loud crash came from the front, and everyone’s hearts skipped a beat. At the same time, a strange, chilling aura spread throughout the entire temple. They quickly tried to retreat, only to find that the entire temple had turned pitch black.