Soul travels through the world of immortality

Li Mingyang dragged his injured body and hid in the corner, thinking that it was a good thing he didn't bring this Nianhuan this time. If he had brought it, it would not only completely expose the fact that he had stolen the temple, but it might also cost him his life. But how did the seahorse demon confirm that he had stolen the temple and said something about destroying his body? He felt that those eyes were extremely familiar. Could he have seen them before?

At this time, three feet away, the giant mirror emitted a dazzling light, which shocked him. Although he knew that the mirror could monitor the outside world, it seemed to be better than the function on the tree, and it could also attack. Li Mingyang didn't have time to think about it, the first thing was to escape from here and find his things.

A guard shouted: "No wonder you are convinced that he is the culprit of the temple theft. Now it seems that he has the same physical skills, and it is undoubtedly this person. We will stay here and we must not let him escape."

When Li Mingyang heard this, he took it into consideration, shouted loudly, quickly revealed himself, pulled out the guard's sword, and before he could react, he thrust the sword towards his neck. Blood was everywhere and his head fell to the ground.

Then came the second one. Li Mingyang followed the same example and penetrated the guard's abdomen with his sword. The rotating sword energy caused a big hole in the internal organs. Blood spurted out immediately. The guard fainted and fell to the ground without any breath.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the last guard drew his sword and jumped back, jumping out of Li Mingyang's attack range. Wan Niangui transformed into two clones, chasing him and surrounding him. Countless sword energy formed a golden light, wrapping the guard, and several swords The light ended his life.

Song Ling saw this scene through the spiritual mirror and was horrified. As the general control image disappeared, the giant mirror holding the secret room was directly shattered by Li Mingyang's sword light.

Song Ling teleported to the secret room where he was held, thinking that if he had time, he would cut Li Mingyang into pieces. By the time he entered the secret room, the door had already been blown to pieces. The mirror inside the room had been melted into crystal liquid and scattered on the ground. The entire secret room was in a mess.

At this time, Song Ling's face was ferocious. In anger, he pinched the metal frame with his hands until it deformed and curled until it turned into powder.

He regretted that he had temporarily let this little thief go in order to covet the herbs in the medicine garden, which completely ruined his plan to rule the temple.

He hated himself for destroying the Deerclops body in order to cover up the truth about the theft of the medicine garden, and now he was forced to surrender himself to Song Ling's skin.

He never expected that a little thief could break the seal of the altar and take away the sacred object. This was all due to my own carelessness, thinking that he was just an ordinary thief and would be captured by him without anyone noticing. But I didn't expect that he would become invisible... No matter how much regret I have at this time, I can't turn back time.

A blue light flashed next to Song Ling, and a black figure appeared beside him out of thin air. After transmitting a few words, they immediately flew out of the secret room together. All this was seen by Li Mingyang, who was hiding on the roof and was invisible. He became invisible from a distance and followed Song Ling. He passed through the temple and turned into an underground passage on the fork leading to the medicine garden.

Li Mingyang kept contacting Xingqing, but there was no reply. He was afraid that Xingqing would be killed and something would happen. Moreover, the bracelet, thunderbolt, storage bag, and the Lukan map were all gone. He had to retrieve these things before he could leave the temple.

Li Mingyang frowned slightly. Song Ling should be the one he had never seen among the four servants of the gods. According to Meng Fei, combined with the black figure's clothing, Li Mingyang thought that Song Ling was probably an upper-level figure in the temple's secret organization.