The world's number one female killer: waste confuses the world

Qing Kuang glanced at everyone, saw Ming Qianhe nodded, Ao Junxie shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and everyone followed Wu Mian to leave.

After going down the neat steps, at the foot of the mountain, there is a big village.

The whole village looked dilapidated, the houses could only cover the body, and the streets were deserted.

However, after scanning around, Qingkuang found that this place should have been extremely prosperous, with relics of gorgeous buildings everywhere.

The whole village exudes a simple and unrestrained atmosphere, and the village is divided into several parts by continents tens of meters wide. [

But at this time, the whole village looked so dilapidated, like a backwater.

Everyone who returned to the house never came out again, which seemed extremely strange.

Qing Kuang frowned, very puzzled by this scene.

"This is the village of evil, the most prosperous place in the land of evil, but now..." Wumian said to everyone in a serious tone.

Everyone was silent for a while, unable to imagine how powerful the opponent was to turn such a prosperous place into ruins.

Wumian didn't speak anymore, and led a few people into the depths of the village.

A tall building stood there, and upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a large ancestral hall or something.

The ancestral hall was originally supposed to be very prosperous, with a height of more than ten feet, with quaint patterns carved on it, and various statues of monsters vertically and horizontally, like an encyclopedia of monsters, full of vicissitudes and prehistoric atmosphere.

But at this time, half of the ancestral hall was cracked, and more than half of the buildings collapsed to one side. The various buildings above were dilapidated, with countless cracks, as if they would disappear at any time.

Wumian led everyone into the ancestral hall. The gate of the ancestral hall was long gone. From the outside, it looked like the mouth of a monster, which was creepy.

"This is the holy place of our evil land - the ancient temple!"

Wumian looked at the dilapidated building, with an inexplicable light in his eyes, turned to look at the four people, and suddenly showed a strange smile.

"Needless to say so much, if you want to cooperate with us, show your sincerity!"

Facing the strange Wumian, Qing Kuang spoke out without hesitation.

Hearing Qingkuang's direct words, Wumian was taken aback for a moment, and then a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, "Okay, you all come with me!"

Five people entered the temple one after another, and a mysterious and desolate atmosphere suddenly enveloped them.

Qing Kuang glanced around and found that the world inside the temple was much larger than outside.

They just entered the hall, and it felt like entering a world of stone sculptures.

The hall is several hundred square meters in size, surrounded by sharp and lifelike stone sculptures. These stone sculptures are all ferocious monsters, huge in size. Although they are just statues, the wild aura they exude is shocking. [

Moreover, the entire hall seemed to have a strange aura, as if there were many pairs of eyes staring at them.

"The front is our base camp. Your strength is good, but if you want to cooperate with us, I have to see your strength!"

Wumian glanced at the four of them, but did not immediately enter the hall.

Hearing the words, Qing Kuang glanced at the other party lightly, "How do you want to verify our strength!"

Qing Kuang said lightly, but he sneered in his heart, "See what tricks you are playing!"