Chapter 2603

"By the way, sir, what's the monster behind you? It's always following you, and it looks strange."

Blue halberd suddenly carefully pointed to the green hair corpse not far behind Zhuo Wen and asked carefully.

Just now he always saw the green hair mummy following him, and stared at a pair of green eyes, which looked very bad.

In addition, the smell of the green hair corpse is invisible, so the blue halberd has this question.

Ziwei Xingjun also saw the green hair corpse and looked at Zhuo Wen for consultation.

"Don't worry, it's just my pet. Now it's always following me!" Zhuo Wen whispered.

Blue halberd and crape myrtle star Jun knew it, but they were not satisfied.

Pets have to be nice and lovely anyway, but Zhuo Wen's pet is really a bit creepy.

Green hair mummy naturally heard Zhuo Wen's words. Green eyes were full of the bad, but it didn't happen.

"Let's go! Follow me to the moral hall. I want to know what happened to Taiqing?"

Zhuo Wen said, with a wave of his sleeve robe, he left here with blue halberd and crape myrtle star Jun, and the green hair mummy followed behind silently.

When Zhuo Wen came to the moral hall, he found that the whole moral hall was very deserted and empty.

The empty and quiet hall emits a stream of elegant sandalwood, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

"This is the moral hall? Why is there no one?" Ziwei Xingjun frowned.

Blue halberd quickly said, "the master of the moral hall, Taiqing, is a quiet person and doesn't like excitement, so his moral hall has never hired servants, and the only disciple is that pity dream."

ZIWEIXING murmured in his mouth, saying that it was too halal and strange. There was only Taiqing and one disciple in such a big temple.

At the moment of entering the moral hall, Zhuo Wen released his divine consciousness and found that there was no trace of anyone in the moral hall.

But in the clues, he found a familiar smell, which was on the futon in the center of the hall.

Zhuo Wen walked to the futon and found that the familiar breath was the of pity dream.

Zhuo Wen's eyes fell on the huge statue standing in front of the center of the hall. The face of the statue was too clear, kind-hearted, quiet and peaceful.

Zhuo Wen silently looked at the statue in front of him and frowned slightly. He always felt that the statue in front of him seemed to be looking at him.

The statue of God did not look like a dead thing, but like a living man.

But Zhuo Wen used his divine sense to detect the stone statue in front of him and knew that there was no mystery in the stone statue.

But the stone statue gave him this feeling, but Zhuo Wen felt strange.

"Brother Zhuo, there's nothing here, not even a living person. Has the Taiqing venerable left here long ago?"

Ziwei Xingjun rummaged in the moral hall. After he found nothing, he went to Zhuo Wen.

Blue halberd also echoed: "my Lord, I have heard that the Taiqing, Shangqing and Yuqing closed the Customs together, and then they haven't left the Customs for hundreds of years. I'm afraid the Taiqing is not in the moral hall."

"Do you know where Taiqing is closed?" Zhuo Wen asked faintly.

Blue halberd smiled bitterly and said, "my Lord, no one knows about Taiqing fairyland, and I'm no exception. Otherwise, I'm afraid the forces of the hundred halls in Taiqing fairyland have gathered in the retreat of Taiqing venerable."

Zhuo Wen's eyes flickered and he was silent for a moment. He silently turned and looked at the statue in front of him. Immediately, a purple fog burst out in his body, which was the power of the Tao he understood.

Like a long dragon, the purple fog swept towards the statue, then revolved around the statue, and finally gathered in the belly of the statue and turned into a purple vortex.

"This statue is really strange!"

Zhuo Wen looked at the purple vortex and said to the blue halberd and crape myrtle star behind him: "you two quit the moral hall and wait for me outside. I'll go in and have a look."

Blue halberd and crape myrtle Xingjun didn't refuse either. They both knew that Taiqing was more terrible than Su Liyang. If they really met a terrible strong man like Taiqing, they would be cannon fodder.

After the blue halberd and crape myrtle star left the moral palace, Zhuo Wen stepped into the purple vortex.

He wants to see what Taiqing is doing.

Now he is not the Zhuo Wen in those years. Even if he faces Taiqing directly, Taiqing may not be able to get him.

After the purple vortex is a long channel, which is filled with purple fog and looks very mysterious.

Zhuo Wen went straight along the purple channel. When he came to the end of the purple channel, he stopped and looked dignified.

At the end of the purple passage is a small stone chamber, which is full of all kinds of torture tools for restraint, in which there is a wreck hanging.

The wreckage was not just one, but dozens, like pigs suspended in a slaughterhouse.

It can be seen from the outline of these debris that they should be women, with long hair on both sides, so they can't see the specific face.

Zhuo Wen went to the nearest torture instrument. The woman on the torture instrument was trapped in shackles and hung in mid air. She was only wearing thin linen clothes and was stained with blood.

Zhuo Wen gently lifted the woman's hair and his eyes coagulated, because he found that he was no stranger to the hanging woman. He was actually Lianmeng, a disciple of Taiqing.

At the moment, Lianmeng's eyes were closed, his face was haggard, his whole body had no breath, and it was obvious that he had completely fallen.

Zhuo Wen's eyes showed a trace of anger. He knew that Taiqing did all this, but he didn't understand why Taiqing treated Lianmeng like this. After all, Lianmeng is Taiqing's favorite disciple.

Zhuo Wen went to another woman and lifted her hair. She was stiff and moved in her heart.

Because the face as like as two peas in front of the woman is almost identical.

Zhuo Wen is as like as two peas of corpses hanging from the other women's bodies. All of them are all pity dreams, or the same as the faces of pity dreams.

"What the hell is going on?"

Zhuo Wen can't understand why dozens of them are pity dreams. Each pity dream is like a mold.

Creak!

Suddenly, the stone door at the end in front of the stone chamber was opened, and then slowly came out of a beautiful shadow.

Zhuo Wen's eyes shrunk, because the beautiful shadow coming out is pity dream.

At the moment, the whole body is full of Fairy Spirit, like a fairy, with noble and unique temperament.

Lianmeng looked at Zhuo Wen indifferently. Immediately, she consciously came to the nearest torture instrument and put it on her body.

Then, Zhuo Wen saw that when the torture tool was set on Lianmeng, Lianmeng twitched all over, and his essence was constantly absorbed by the torture tool. In a moment, he became a haggard wreckage.