"Do you even?" Murong Xiaohu’s body shocked, "How is it possible!"

"You look at their limbs, they are a little stiff, and their facial expressions are a bit horrible..." Black groaned.

Mu Rongxiao looked at it carefully. He really found some clues. Shen Sheng said: "If it is really a person, then who will be, turn them into dolls, and who is controlling them..."

"Is it him?"

Murong Xiao thought of a possible person, the old guy disappeared for thousands of years, and has not appeared again.

"It is indeed possible that he is..." Black said, "The old guy liked to drum up some of these strange techniques, strange techniques, and the work of dead people..."

"If it is him, why did he let these two people take part in the holy mountain..." Mu Rongxiao said with a gloomy face, "I will check immediately to see where the two men are hiding now, and the old man will really destroy them!"

After that, a blue clear light on the wall fell on his palm, and he picked up the light and disappeared.

"It turned out to be this thing..."

The black scorpion stayed in the same place for a few seconds, and there were two bonfires in his eyes.

He did not expect that he had been searching for artifacts for nearly two thousand years, and he was in front of his own eyes every day.

......

"Snow Xue sister, in front of the Temple of the Holy Mountain, are we going in now?" After two hours, Mi Qingxue and Murong Slim also came to the bottom of the Mount of Sanctuary not far away.

Looking up at afar, you can see the rows of palaces in the mountains, and the jewels are absolutely atmospheric.

"Let's look at it first. I feel that there is something strange about it. It seems that there is something evil here..."

Mi Qingxue is a saint, and it is still a middle-aged saint. It is much stronger than Murong’s fierce perception. She feels a little uneasy.

"for……"

After Murong’s slender words had not been finished, Mi Qingxue grabbed his mouth with his hands. Murong’s eyes widened and he saw the two figures slowly drifting from below.

"How are they!"

Murong is very excited in the heart. These two people have seen her before, but they are not living, but painting.

The two men's movements are somewhat stiff, and the expressions are somewhat weird. Step by step, like a puppet, slowly drifting upwards. Because there are guards and light shields, they can't find them.

I saw two people slowly floating, and finally turned into two black light, sneaked into the upper group of the temple.

"How are the two people still alive!" Murong frowned and felt incredible.

Mi Qingxue said: "That should not be two living people, but two dolls..."

“Dolls?” Murong’s fiber has naturally heard of it. It’s just a bit puzzling. “Who is going to make them into a doll? Is it Murong Xiao’s old thief?”

"It's not sure yet..."

Mi Qingxue’s voice did not fall. In the upper part of the temple, suddenly there was a muffled sound, and one of the temples collapsed.

A few people appeared in the sky, floating in the top of the holy mountain, the body was cold.

"Two dead people, dare to take the initiative to come to the door! The old man should look at it, who is instructing you!" One of them is a white-haired Murong Xiao, although he is thousands of years old, but his eyes are still very sharp.

The two dolls have nothing to say, directly on the left and right, and they have been attacked by this Murong Xiao.

One person holds a knife, one person holds a sword, a sword and a sword, and covers the sky, and dyes the sacred mountain into a horrible silver.

"Good!"

Murong Xiao’s eyes looked like fire, and he raised his hand and shot a light. He pressed the two men to the past.

"Now is a good opportunity!"

Mi Qingxue and Murong slenderly looked at each other. Ermei immediately sneaked away from the other direction. When I wanted to fight these few people, I just wandered around the temple and wanted to see if there was any information to check.

Above the treasure hall, there was a dazzling brilliance. Murong Xiao was surrounded by the light of the gods. The crown at the top of the head was even shiny. This is an artifact of his Murong family, and now there is a strong reaction.

"Why are these two people so strong!"

Mu Rongxiao became more and more shocked. The two other couples were buried by their own hands two thousand years ago. Their strength was only the three kingdoms of Zongwang, but their strength is comparable to their own.

What makes him feel strange is that the two dolls seem to use the power of the Yuanling, the power seems to be inexhaustible, inexhaustible, attacking a wave and then a wave without stopping.

"go to hell!"

Mu Rongxiao, who is the ancestor of Murong, is naturally furious. He did not expect to be forced to this point by two people.

The blue light of his palm reappeared, and in front of him, he turned into a dazzling golden star, and turned to one of the dolls, and at the same time he fought with another doll.

"Booming..."

Above the holy mountain, there was a horrible incitement. The powerful movements made people from the Murong family outside the holy mountain heard, and many people looked over here.

I saw the sky, there is a golden sun, in this dark rainy night, it is particularly dazzling.

"How could this be……"

“Don't the holy mountain have an accident?”

Many disciples of the Murong family began to rush to Murong's holy mountain. At this time, Murong Zhentian, who was in another part of Murong's ancestral land, also looked up and saw the strangeness of the holy mountain.

"Sure enough, that thing is on this old thief!"

Murong Zhentian's face became extremely gloomy. Of course he knew this treasure. This thing was originally his grandfather's thing, but it has been missing for nearly three thousand years. I didn't expect it to reappear now. It also fell on the old thief of Murong Xiao. On the body.

"Father, what do we do?" A man in Tsing Yi stood in front of Murong Zhentian.

This is the only son of Murong Zhentian, or his illegitimate child, he also knows this baby.

"Let the people outside the gate, let go of the family, let the 100,000 army come in, you and I bring the black group, let us deal with Murong Xiao overnight!"

Murong Zhentian had long been planning, but his son had some concerns: "Now let the 100,000 troops come in, will they let them level their ancestral land? When we get there, we may not get anything..."

"Stupid boy, you Laozi I have mastered the treasure house of the Murong family, and now it has been looted. As for the holy jade, let them compete for it." Murong Zhen Tianyin laughed.

"Oh, my father is really wise, but the holy jade is not, is it too?" The youth is somewhat puzzled.

What is the sacrificial jade, he is naturally very clear, or else it will not lead to the 100,000 army of the nine major city of Xiancheng, among these are all top masters.

If the holy jade is useless, then Murong Xiao will not deliberately make a fake place to come to the big elders of the wolf ambitions.

"Humph!"

Murong Zhentian smirked and said: "There are only those fools who really believe in the legends on the mainland. If they really get a piece of jade, they can be sanctified and repair a fart!"