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Xue Tianhan, Ling Feng and Huang Yan formed a pincer attack and stood solemnly in the temple. The spiritual energy around them was faintly surging, like three fully-strung bows, ready to be fired.

The cold wind cut through like an ice knife, causing the candlelight in the temple to flicker. The flickering light and shadow reflected their tense expressions as if they were facing a great enemy.

Xue Tianhan's face was solemn. He took a deep breath, which instantly condensed into a ball of white mist in the cold air. He lowered his voice and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Here it comes!"

Almost as the tail end of the low roar had not yet dissipated, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the Nine Nether Hell, wrapped in a sharp gust of wind, and rushed towards them at lightning speed.

The mysterious man's figure was as fast as a ghost walking at night. In an instant, he was in front of Ling Feng. His palms made a whistling sound and slapped out like black lightning. Wherever the palm wind went, the surrounding air made a sharp "hissing" sound.

Ling Feng's eyes opened wide, with a gleam of light flashing in them, and a thunderous roar erupted from his mouth. The sword in his hand seemed like an awakened dragon, and in an instant, it formed several dazzling sword flowers. The sword blade flashed with cold light, just like a cold star passing through the night sky. He faced the pair of deadly flesh palms with an indomitable momentum.

"Ding ding dang dang!" The crisp and rapid sound of metal clashing suddenly echoed in the temple, and every collision was like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts.

Ling Feng only felt that the opponent's palm power was as powerful as a tidal wave, and his moves were tricky and brutal. Every time he blocked, it seemed as if a huge force was surging along his arm, making his palm numb, his arms sore and weak, and he could hardly hold the sword in his hand. The bricks and stones under his feet also appeared with tiny cracks under the impact of this great force.

Huang Yan saw Ling Feng gradually losing the upper hand, and her eyebrows raised, like two sharp swords drawn from their sheaths. A cold light flashed in her eyes, and the magic weapon in her hand suddenly shone brightly, just like a dazzling sun rising in her palm.

She gave a delicate shout, her voice like a yellow oriole escaping from a valley, yet filled with endless majesty: "Watch this!"

Following this cry, an ice spike shot towards the mysterious man like an arrow from a bow. The air around the ice spike was frozen, and a layer of white frost appeared.

The mysterious man simply turned his body slightly, avoiding the fierce attack as easily as a leaf dancing in the wind.

The icicle brushed past the corner of his clothes and slammed hard onto the stone pillar of the temple. With a loud "bang", a thick layer of ice instantly formed on the surface of the stone pillar. The icicle shattered instantly, turning into countless ice chips that flew in all directions, covering the ground with a layer of sparkling ice debris.

Xue Tianhan watched his companions gradually lose the battle, and he became extremely anxious. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were full of anxiety and determination.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and the exquisite feeling of spiritual energy flowing during alchemy instantly emerged. At that moment, he closed his eyes, quickly controlled his breathing, and the spiritual energy in his body quickly gathered in his palm like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea. He pushed forward fiercely and shouted: "Rise!"

A translucent spiritual power barrier instantly rose up in front of the three people. Spiritual power flowed on the barrier, making a slight buzzing sound, like an indestructible wall, protecting the three people behind it.

The mysterious man continued to attack, his fists clenched tightly, and the wind from his fists whistled like a violent storm as he smashed into the barrier. Every punch caused ripples on the barrier, but the barrier also temporarily blocked his tidal-like attacks.

Ling Feng was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, but he still forced himself to cheer up and shouted, "Good opportunity!"

After saying this, his sword technique suddenly changed. The originally agile sword technique now became extremely powerful, like a dragon emerging from the sea. The sword's momentum was like a rainbow, piercing straight into the mysterious man's throat. The sword blade cut through the air, making a sharp "chi chi" sound.

Huang Yan also raised her bare hands, and a series of fire snake techniques flew out from her hands like nimble fire snakes, instantly interweaving into a blazing fire net, blocking the mysterious man's retreat. As the fire snakes danced, the surrounding air was distorted by the burning.

The mysterious figure snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery. Instead of retreating, he advanced, his figure like a flash of black lightning, weaving effortlessly through the gaps between the intertwined swords and flames, seemingly oblivious to the fierce attack. Suddenly, he pulled a small black bottle from his bosom, raised his head, and let out a strange laugh that echoed throughout the temple, chilling everyone's blood. "Try the power of this poisonous mist!"

After saying that, he shook his wrist and spilled the liquid in the bottle into the air.

A black mist instantly spread, like a black demonic cloud, carrying a pungent, rancid odor that quickly spread in all directions. The smell was like the tangible odor of decay, making one nauseous and dizzy.

Xue Tianhan's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with panic, and he shouted urgently: "Be careful, this mist is poisonous!"

The three of them did not dare to delay for even a moment and quickly flew backwards, casting defensive spells at the same time.

For a moment, spiritual power shone brightly, entangled with the poisonous fog, and where the light and fog collided, a "crackling" sound was emitted, like the sound of New Year's firecrackers.

However, this poisonous fog seemed to have intelligence. It seeped in from the gaps in the light like a nimble snake, approaching the three people little by little. Wherever it passed, the bricks and stones on the ground were corroded into black pits.

Xue Tianhan was terribly anxious, sweat pouring down his forehead as he desperately searched his mind for a solution. Suddenly, he remembered a fragment of information in an ancient book about the sub-branches of Tianfeng Pavilion. It was as if he had seen a ray of light in the darkness.

He quickly closed his eyes, silently chanted a spell, and waved his hands like two dancing butterflies, chanting: "The sky and the earth are dark yellow, the universe borrows the law, the light of purification, break!"

A faint golden light, like a divine light of judgment, burst out from his palm and collided with the poisonous fog.

In an instant, the light was so bright that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes. The poisonous fog was churning like an enraged beast, making a "sizzling" sound, as if a poisonous snake was spitting out its tongue.

Finally, under the illumination of this light, the poisonous fog gradually dissipated into nothingness, leaving only the pungent smell in the air to prove its existence.

When the light faded, the mysterious figure vanished, leaving behind only an empty temple and a dead silence. The candles within the temple had been extinguished at some point, and darkness surged in like a tide, enveloping the three of them.

Ling Feng fiercely plunged his sword into the ground, until the blade was three-quarters buried. His face was filled with rage as he cursed, "That damn thing, it runs so fast!"

The voice echoed in the empty temple, carrying with it endless resentment and anger.

Huang Yan's face was as pale as paper. She gasped slightly, her chest heaving violently. She said with a trembling voice, "He will definitely come again. We must hurry and find a way to break it, otherwise we won't be so lucky next time."

Xue Tianhan stared at the direction where the mysterious man disappeared, his gaze as firm as a rock, as if burning with two flames. He gritted his teeth and said, "He's lucky this time, but next time I'll make sure he never returns. This temple must contain crucial clues, and we can't miss any clues."

The three of them took a moment to tidy themselves up, calm their disordered breathing, and then began to search the temple carefully.

At this time, the wind was howling outside, as if countless pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness were spying on them. The dangerous atmosphere became heavier, as if a materialized haze was covering the surroundings.

And the truth seemed to emerge quietly from behind this thick fog, as if an invisible hand was calling them.

Xue Tianhan paced slowly along the walls, his steps light and cautious, afraid to disturb the temple's hidden secrets. His fingers gently brushed over the ancient murals, the paint stained and peeling from the erosion of time, like the faces of old men, full of vicissitudes.

He tried to decipher the secrets buried by time from these blurry images, his eyes focused and deep, like an explorer searching for treasure.

Suddenly, his finger stopped at a slightly sunken spot in the brickwork. It was like a gem hidden in the darkness, and he keenly spotted it. His eyes narrowed, like a hawk spotting its prey, and he whispered, "Something seems strange here."

Ling Feng and Huang Yan heard his whisper and quickly moved closer. Ling Feng looked around cautiously, his sword tightly gripped. The blade trembled slightly, reflecting the faint light, like a venomous snake ready to strike.

Huang Yan stared at the brick nervously, the magic weapon in her hand glowing dimly, like a star that could explode at any time, ready to go.

Xue Tianhan circulated his spiritual power, and the spiritual power was like a stream of warm water flowing down his arm and into the depressions in the bricks and stones.

There was only a slight "clicking" sound, as if a giant who had been sleeping for a thousand years was groaning when he woke up.

A Buddha statue next to it moved slowly, and the base of the statue rubbed against the ground, making a dull sound, revealing a dark and gloomy cave. The entrance of the cave was like the mouth of a giant beast that was ready to devour people, emitting bursts of old smell.

Xue Tianhan took out a lighting stone, which instantly illuminated the surrounding darkness. He was the first to step into the cave, his steps steady and resolute, like a fearless pioneer. The cave was filled with the smell of decay, a smell like stale history, suffocating.

Cobwebs clung to the walls, their threads swaying gently in the breeze like ghostly hair. Faintly, faint runes shimmered, like ancient eyes, silently gazing at the intruder.

The three of them advanced cautiously, their footsteps as light as if they were treading on cotton, fearing they would trigger the traps within the cave. Suddenly, a sinister laugh erupted from the front, like a call from hell: "Do you think you can find a clue so easily? You're so naive!"

The mysterious man's voice echoed in the cave, as if countless hands were caressing his ears, making people feel creepy.

Then, several dark shadows emerged from both sides of the cave wall and pounced towards them like ghosts. The shadows were like black smoke, erratic and unpredictable.

Ling Feng shouted loudly, his voice like a bell, and swung his sword to cut at the black shadows. The sword blade passed through the black shadows, but found that these black shadows seemed to be unreal and the sword blade could not cause any substantial damage to them, as if it was cutting into the air.