He Wuhen was careless before, so that Feitian Zombie successfully attacked.

Now that he has the intention to be on guard, he will certainly not suffer any losses again.

The little Feitian Zombie not only has strong defense, but also has extremely fast speed. It instantly rushes to He Wuhen.

Its straight arms were like two sharp swords, containing extremely powerful power.

At the ten fingers of its hands, ten nails are as long as chopsticks, and they are as sharp as sword blades.

Not only that, with its culling attack, rolling black fog and thick smoke appeared all over its body, emitting powerful corpse poison and yin and cold air.

If it were an ordinary martial emperor's strong man, once he was contaminated by the corpse poison and the cold air, his whole body would immediately turn green and frozen into ice.

He Wuhen's figure flashed and flew twenty feet away, and he could escape the attack dangerously.

"Bang!" The little zombie culled on the wall, and suddenly pierced two big holes into the hard wall.

The black stones on the entire wall were immediately corroded by corpse poison and white smoke emerged, and the ground was frozen by the cold and cold air.

At the same time, the little hair ball and the little green dragon have arrived.

"Holy Flame Burning the Sky!"

"Thunderous!"

The little hair ball spewed out a large piece of golden holy flame at the little zombie, and the little green dragon also spit out dozens of purple thunder, submerging the little zombie.

Holy flame and thunder are both the most yang and strong power, with sacred attributes.

However, the zombies gathered with evil spirits and were filthy and evil attributes, and they were most afraid of this kind of flame and thunder.

Only a "crackling" sound was heard, mixed with the screams and howlings of the little zombies.

Only when the golden light and thunder gradually dissipated can we see clearly that the little zombie was seriously injured this time.

It was burned with white smoke, and its body was covered in scars from thunder, revealing many blood holes.

However, this did not affect its actions, but instead made it more and more angry and exuded violent murderous intent.

It flew up with a strange scream, turning into a black shadow and pounced towards the small ball of hair.

Probably in its opinion, the small fur ball has the smallest size and looks the best to bully.

Just at this moment, He Wuhen shouted coldly and waved his hand to cut out a dark green knife light.

"The source of all poisons!"

The huge sword light, eight feet long, occupied almost the entire passage, leaving the little zombie with no chance to hide.

With a dull "bang", the green sword light slashed the little zombie firmly.

The little zombie let out a "screaming" scream and was directly chopped thirty feet away, rumbling down a large passage.

The sword light slashed hard on the ground again, cutting the stone wall passage in half, and the walls on both sides collapsed.

The sky was filled with bricks and stones, and endless dust and sand filled the passage, making the air dirty and the sight was blocked.

The surrounding passages and walls are collapsing rapidly, causing the ground to shake continuously.

After a long time, the loud rumbling sound gradually stopped, and the dust and gravel flying all over the sky dissipated.

But the little zombie disappeared. No matter how Wuhen used the reconnaissance map, he searched dozens of miles, but he could not find it.

"Ha, who said that zombies are not wise? This little zombie knows to escape!"

He Wuhen laughed and scolded, carrying the blood-drinking knife and continuing to search in the temple.

Thinking of being selected as the target of attack by the little zombie before, Xiao Maoqiu was still a little indignant and curled his lips.

"Boss, let me find that little zombie. As long as I find it, I must burn it to ashes!"

He Wuhen touched Xiao Maoqiu's head and said with a smile: "Forget it, the important thing is."

Xiao Maoqiu knew that he came to find Chunyang Fire God Yi to save Mu Zichen's life and understood the importance of this matter, so he did not really go to find the little zombie to take revenge.

A quarter of an hour later, He Wuhen searched the dark temple for ten miles and finally found a door.

This is a blood-red door, like the entrance to Avici Hell, so shrill and red that makes people feel heart-pounding.

The gate is carved with two devils, lifelike patterns, as if they are about to come back to life.

The demon is a creature in the upper realm and does not exist in the Xuanhuang world. Its strength surpasses the powerful martial gods and possesses incredible powers.

The powerful man of the demon clan was called the Demon God after he advanced to the realm of the Martial God.

The demon is an existence that is stronger than the demon god. For the demon race, it is an existence like a faith totem.

The two demons depicted on the gate have wings on their backs, a pair of demonic horns on their heads, and a long sword and chain in their hands.

Next to the two demon patterns, there are dozens of strange small characters, I don’t know what they mean.

He Wuhen couldn't understand, but Xiao Maoqiu looked very carefully, and the clear eyes were still flashing with the meaning of thinking.

Seeing this scene, He Wuhen asked quickly: "Little Maoqiu, can you understand the words on it?"

Xiao Maoqiu frowned, stretched out his claws and scratched his head, and said hesitantly: "I haven't seen these words, but for some reason, I think I can understand them."

He Wuhen was happy and asked quickly: "Really? Then tell me quickly, what is written on it?"

"This seems to be the word of a demon. It roughly means that this is the temple worshipped by a demon. It is very solemn and sacred. Please keep your worshipers pious and faith. In addition, this should be the ninth floor of the temple, and this gate is the entrance to the eighth and seventh floors."

"The ninth floor? The entrance to the eighth and seventh floors?"

He Wuhen frowned, recalling the area he had searched before, and soon constructed the general outline of the ninth layer in his mind.

After asking Xiao Maoqiu a few more questions, he gradually gained a general understanding of the entire Demon Temple.

The Temple of Heavenly Demons has eighteen floors, which is a metaphor for the eighteen floors of hell.

Among them, there are nine floors on the ground and nine floors under the ground, which is a total of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine feet high.

This number means connecting the sky and the earth, connecting the sky and the earth.

The entire Demon Temple is like an octane, with the largest and smallest top at the bottom.

The first floor deep in the ground is the largest, with a radius of hundreds of miles.

And the eighteenth floor at the top is only a thousand feet in a radius.

Thinking of this, He Wuhen couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Which layer did the Pure Yang Martial God fall in that year? Where should I go to find the Pure Yang Fire God Clothes?"

While searching for the little zombies, he discovered that the ninth floor of the temple was covered with various zombies and monsters.

Most of these zombies are blood zombies with the same strength as the Martial King, and the monsters are also level seven and level eight monsters.

Although, he killed more than a dozen zombies and monsters.

But there are more powerful zombies and monsters hiding in the dark. Once they rush out, they will put him in danger.

From this, it was not difficult for him to guess that in the eighteenth floor of the temple, probably every floor was so dangerous.

His eyes were dark now, and he had no idea where the Pure Yang Fire God Clothes were.

The only way is to search one layer by one, which will inevitably take a lot of time.

Thinking of Du Xuanji who was still entangled with the Sky-Swallowing Beast outside the temple and waiting for him to leave.

Thinking about Mu Zichen, who was still in the juncture of life and death, He Wuhen gritted his teeth and made a decision.

"I'll go deep into the ground first and search layer by layer."

After making up his mind, he came to the Blood-colored Gate, opened the Tongtian Eye, and began to observe the formation on the gate.

The blood-red door was closed tightly, without even a gap.

Countless dense patterns formed mysterious formation patterns, flashing with a faint blood-red light.

He Wuhen's eyes flashed with a strange purple color, and a glimmer of light that could see through everything was blooming in his pupils, and he carefully observed the formation.

However, at this moment, a low roar came from the darkness thousands of feet behind him.

"howl……"

As the bloodthirsty and gloomy sound rang out, there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The ground was trembling and the temperature around was decreasing. He Wuhen immediately turned around and held the Blood-Drinking Knife to concentrate on his guard.

I saw that at the end of the dark passage, a huge human-shaped monster was flying towards me as fast as lightning.

After a closer look, He Wuhen realized that it was a zombie more than ten feet tall, with dark body as dark as charcoal and ferocious face.

This is also a flying zombie, emitting a powerful yin and cold air all over, causing the surrounding walls to be frozen and cracked.

Its dark mouth as big as a sea bowl stretched out its fangs as long as chopsticks.

Gray corpse poison dripped from the corner of his mouth, falling on the ground, corroding the stone slabs and emitting white smoke.

In addition, behind this big zombie, there was a small zombie more than four feet tall following closely.

What's strange is that the little zombie is black and green all over, and many places are covered in blood and smells of burnt smell.

He Wuhen looked carefully and found that this little zombie was the one who escaped before.
To be continued...