Chapter 1858: In, the Temple of Heaven

Deep in the Far East.
It was almost as soon as Xiao Yi walked on his front foot, a figure in white clothes came on his back foot.
"Is this the Far East? It's actually as desolate as it is."
Senior Jian Ji came to that very poisonous place not long ago.
Of course, that piece of poisonous land has already been washed away by the rain of martial arts, leaving only a thin layer of stickiness.
However, the poison can be washed away, but the marks of fierce fighting around thousands of miles have always existed.
Looking at the huge potholes, the shocking sword marks, Senior Jian Ji was shocked.
An excellent warrior, based on these fighting traces, can roughly imagine the fierce situation during the battle.
The slender hand that was white as jade was already clenched tightly.
Those clear and beautiful eyes are already cold.
"Four old things, bullying a little guy, really have a face." Senior Jian Ji whispered to herself, then fell into silence.
Just stand like this, silent, staring.
It wasn't until night that the cold wind disturbed her hair a little, and she looked back.
No matter how she looked at it, it was impossible to see Xiao Yi's half figure.
"Boy, don't let me wait too long, you know, my patience and temper have never been good."
Senior Jian Ji, who seemed to be talking to the air, didn't get a response.
As soon as the voice fell, it was blown away by the cold wind.
The figure turned slowly.
"If you are really dead, even if I have spent my entire life, I will surely pull the Holy Moon Sect into the Yellow Spring and be buried with you."
"My hope of Heaven-Splitting Sword Sect is gone, she, Saint Moon Sect, don't think about getting better."
The voice, this time was not blown away by the cold wind, but echoed endlessly.
Dressed in white, gradually disappeared into the cold wind and desolation.
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Near Hengyuan area, within a branch hall of a certain Dark Demon Temple.
"Xiao Xun"
The hoarse voice, spit out coldly.
The staff in front of him is a woman.
She, who had a soft face, heard the hoarse, harsh, cold voice, and her body trembled unconsciously.
The trembling seemed to come from the panic and horror at the bottom of her heart.
Looking at the figure in the large black robe in front of him again, the woman couldn't help feeling a terrible moment.
Although she couldn't see what was inside the black robe, the cold breath that came out from time to time was enough to make her tremble.
The figure in the black robe is naturally Xiao Yi.
Speaking of it, this is the fourth time he has dealt with these Eight Temples civilians.
The first time, when he was in the Eastern Region, he first entered the Demon Hunting Palace.
The second time, he came to Zhongyu for the first time and entered Fengshadian.
The third time, as Yi Xiao, entered the Demon Hunting Palace here in the Central Region.
The fourth time is now.
Most of the staff in the corner of the temple have low cultivation bases.
Its duty is only to deal with trivial matters.
For example, handling formalities for newly joined warriors, explaining temple rules to some rookies, or sorting out some ordinary but huge task files and so on.
Naturally, although Xiao Yi's current strength has fallen drastically, it is not something this staff member can bear.
Xiao Yi frowned slightly, slowed down his voice as much as possible, and said, "I know the rules, just go and do the formalities for me."
"Uh, yes." The staff reacted, with a hint of respect in their tone of voice.
This is respect for the strong.
The staff turned around and trot away.
After a long while, he retrieved a token and said respectfully, "Your Excellency, just imprint your breath with this token."
Xiao Yi nodded.
Condensed in his hand, a dark breath entered the token.
The breath is naturally highly toxic, even if it flashes through the air, it still corrodes the air into a burst of erosion.
"Goo." The staff swallowed unconsciously and trot away again.
The breath has been branded, and she has to record it.
After a long while, the staff ran back and returned the token with both hands, "Your Excellency, now you are a warrior of the Black Demon Temple and a first-level black demon master."
"Thanks." Xiao Yi nodded, turned and left.
The first-level black magician, just like the first-level demon hunter, the first-level wind envoy, and so on, can be regarded as the lowest-level existence in the eight halls.
When Xiao Yi first entered the Black Demon Palace, he was naturally only a first-level black demon master.
Walking to the task table, Xiao Yi was ready to take some tasks.
But as soon as he approached, the crippling poisonous aura on his body had already caused the black magicians who had been waiting at the task station to frown, and even unconsciously gave up a path.
Xiao Yi also frowned.
Under the large black robe, he couldn't see the appearance of his frown.
Xiao Yi walked to the task table, took a lot of tasks directly, and then left the Black Demon Temple.
Behind him, a group of warriors frowned, but they seemed to be familiar with them. They only frowned for a while, and then ignored them.
After leaving the Black Demon Palace, Xiao Yi looked for a remote alley and thought for a while.
After he left the Far East, he put on this large black robe.
Of course he knew how terrifying he was now.
Other poison repairs are at best a little scary.
But he looks like this now, covered with venomous sores and blood blisters, just like a monster, extremely terrifying.
Naturally, he changed into this large black robe, covering his entire face.
On both hands, he also wore a pair of sacred gloves.
Gloves are just a low-grade sacrificial artifact level.
The increase in his strength is not of much use, it is only used to cover his equally terrifying palm.
There are still a lot of common sacrificial artifacts in his universe ring.
These gloves are sacred artifacts after all, so they feel cold to the touch and are much more comfortable to wear on your hands.
Looking down at him now, his whole body is black.
The gloves are white all over, but hidden under the large black robe.
It seems that it is not too strange, and it will not attract attention.
At best, it was a weird man wearing a black robe and couldn't see clearly.
There are many warriors dressed up like this above the middle domain.
But he forgot, the terrible and poisonous atmosphere of his body.
If you don't hold back these breaths, it will be a trouble after all.
He didn't want to be looked at with weird eyes everywhere he went. It was not a good thing to be so eye-catching.
After thinking for a while, Xiao Yi still took out the ghost mask.
The moment he put on the ghost mask, the figure's poisonous aura instantly dissipated and disappeared.
Xiao Yi walked silently, like a black robe phantom.
Although he is not acting as his own Yi Xiao now, it doesn't matter if he wears a ghost mask.
There are also many warriors walking in masks.
And there are a lot of masks of this style.
And what made Xiao Yi most helpless was that the Poison Emperor came up with this book of ten thousand poisons, in which martial arts practice runs through the way, and there are some poisonous methods.
But this guy didn't want to curb his poisonous aura.
Come to think of it, the Poison Emperor is on the Eastern Territory, enough to run rampant unimpeded, and he never thought about the need to hide his breath.
Under the robe, Xiao Yi shook his head.
Once he has repaired this treasure of poisons, he will gradually improve it, and he will confirm the inadequacies, and he will slowly explore and perfect it himself.
After thinking about it, Xiao Yi went straight to the branch hall of Tianji Temple.
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