Chapter 81: Fog god

　　 The White Golden Mist Temple stands deep in the Shenmong Sect ruins, exuding a sacred and immortal atmosphere.
　　 Zihan quickly caught up with Tang Bufan and walked side by side with him.
　　 "Brother Tang, I saw the lake, which is clear and clear. This is probably Qingshui Lake. Have you guessed that this is the ancestral land of our Ye Family?"
　　 Tang Bufan said indifferently: "Yes, I did guess like this in my heart, but are you sure this is the ancestral land of your Ye Family? I remember that your Ye Family has no knowledge of the ancestral land."
　　 Ye Zihan smiled bitterly, "Always give it a try, at least this is the closest to the description of the Baiyu Temple by the Qingshui Lake!"
　　 "So, I brought you here this time, but I didn't expect the Sect Master to have another arrangement. However, everyone is from the Clear Sky School. Whoever gets the inheritance depends on your luck!"
　　 After speaking, Tang Bufan quickly came to the Temple of Fog.
　　 At this moment, the Second Elder and others have been to the Temple of Fog for a while, and are looking around.
　　 After a while, everyone gathered at the main entrance of the hall.
　　 Under Xiao Qi's urging, Tang Bufan mobilized the soul power of his whole body, pushing his hands forward vigorously.
　　 The main entrance of the white golden hall didn't move. Tang Bufan roared, and the second spirit ring behind him lit up. He used the second spirit ability to increase his white power. He still didn't believe that even one door could not be opened.
　　 However, God seemed to be against him. He pushed for a full five minutes, and the white golden door showed no sign of opening.
　　 In front of the Fog Temple, Tang Long and others showed shocked expressions.
　　 How heavy this door really is, it actually puzzled Tang Bufan. How strong Tang Bufan's power was, a few of them couldn't be more clear, they were definitely of the Soul Sage level.
　　 But he didn't open a door with all his strength, how could this be possible?
　　If he can't push away, how can they push away?
Behind 　　, the second elder had a surprised expression in his eyes. It was interesting. It was worthy of being the palace gate of a deity. It was not incomprehensible that it was heavy.
　　 A minute later, Tang Bufan retreated dejectedly.
　　 "Second elder grandfather, extraordinary is useless, I am afraid that only you can open this door!"
　　 The second elder smiled and said, "Xiao Fan, take a break and let me try!"
After 　　 said, the second elder stepped forward and stretched out his hands in the eyes of everyone's expectation.
　　 One minute, two minutes, three minutes, the door still doesn't move.
　　 The second elder's face turned red, and his face was ashamed.
Taking a deep breath, nine gorgeous spirit rings emerged from him, exuding a huge pressure, Tang Bufan and the others quickly stepped back, even Xiao Qi's eyes also showed fear, which shows that he has cultivated Hun Yuan. How powerful is the second elder of Gong.
　　 However, no matter how hard the second elder exerted, the gate of the Martial God Temple remained motionless and did not open.
Tang Bufan's eyes kept turning, the second elder was a rank ninety-four titled Douluo, and his spirit was still a clear sky hammer with strength. If he could not even push the gate of the Fog Temple, he might not be able to push it. .
　　 No, there must be a mistake in this link? Is the method wrong? Or is it wrong?
　　 Tang Bufan fell into deep thought.
　　 Tang Ming whispered, "Tang Feng, did you say that our trip was in vain? Even the elder and the second elder could not open the door. We didn't even think about it. It was impossible to open it."
　　 was just a word that awakened the dreamer. Listening to Tang Ming's words, Tang Bufan, who was thinking, suddenly realized that it is possible that only people recognized by the fog would push the door open.
　　 Tang Bufan's gaze passed everyone one by one, "Brother Tang Long, every one of you should go forward and have a try to see if you can open the door?"
　　 The second elder was a little puzzled, "Xiao Fan, you let them push? How can they push it away with their power?"
"The second elder grandfather, I think it’s not that our strength is not enough to push this door, but that we have not received the approval of the fog god. It is estimated that only the descendants selected by the fog can open this door, so let them try. Right! Is there anything to lose anyway?" Tang Bufan was confident and believed his speculation more and more.
　　 The second elder thought carefully, and finally accepted his point of view.
　　 After that, Tang Long, Tang Ming, Tang Feng, Qing Shan, Qing Yu tried them in turn, and the result was the same as them, the door remained motionless.
　　 Now only the weakest Zihan is left, she is the only one who has not tried.
　　 Tang Bufan's eyes lit up. Among the six, he liked Zihan the most.
　　 Zihan walked forward step by step, feeling very worried.
　　 Coming to the main entrance of the main hall, Zi Han summoned her Wu Wu spirit, two yellow and one purple spirit rings rising from her feet.
　　 She took a deep breath, ran the Hunyuan Gong, gathered her soul power in her hands and pushed forward.
　　 A shocking thing happened, only a slap was heard, the white golden door was opened, and Ye Zihan directly planted in.
　　 When everyone reacted, the door closed automatically.
　　 Qingshan and Qingyu rushed up for the first time, pushing the door hard, but no matter how hard they tried, it would not help.
　　 Tang Bufan said in a calm tone: "Brother Qingshan, you guys don't waste your energy, sit down and have a good rest!"
　　 Qing Shan was a little worried, "But what about Zihan?"
　　 Tang Bufan said meaningfully:
Don’t worry about her safety. If I guess it’s correct, she should have waited for the approval of Fog God to become his inheritor. Maybe she is now in it to accept the inheritance?

　　 Inside the Fog Temple, Zi Han is carefully looking at the main hall.
　　 This is a white golden hall, with countless ancient pictures carved on the wall, which seems to record long-lasting secrets. It's a pity that Zi Han was attracted by a square altar in the center of the hall.
　　 This altar is surrounded by a white golden light curtain. A cloud of unpredictable fog on the altar constantly rolls in the light curtain, presenting various strange phenomena, attracting Ye Zihan to continue walking towards the altar.
　　 As for the light curtain on the altar, it was useless and could not stop Ye Zihan from advancing. Soon Ye Zihan was drowned in the fog.
　　 Outside, Tang Bufan suddenly felt his heart palpitations. At the next moment, I saw a divine light burst out of the Temple of Fog, and then slowly rose to the sky in their shocked eyes, and then a large amount of thick fog came from nowhere, flooding this area in an instant.
　　 This is not over yet, the dense fog continues to spread around, covering the entire misty forest in less than an hour.
God Realm, in the depths of a thick fog-shrouded area, a mysterious man let out a hearty laugh, "For years, there has never been a descendant to attract the power of the fog god, I have been desperate, I can't think of it! , I thought my fog was just a third-level god, but I didn’t know that I just didn’t want to expose my strength, haha!"