In such a huge temple, except for this statue of god of the same height as a real person, there is nothing else in the bone torch held in hand. The base of the three-inch statue of god in the world does not carve any words that indicate identity. Whether she is Athena's statue was actually just Ning Tao's wishful thinking for a while, because Athena was holding a spear and shield, not a torch.

The Statue of Liberty standing in the Lighthouse Kingdom held up the torch, but the goddess was the sculptor's mother.

What kind of goddess corresponds to the statue of the goddess is actually not important.

Ning Tao reached out and grabbed the immortal torch held by the goddess statue's right hand. In that moment, his mind was filled with the sound of ghosts crying and howling. It felt like millions of lonely ghosts were drilling into his head and eating his soul!

Kakka...

In the strong vibration, cracks suddenly appeared on the ground and dome inside the temple.

Ning Tao hurriedly let go of his hand, and the sound of howling in his head disappeared.

The earth no longer vibrates, and dust and stone chips fall down from the top of the head, but the cracks do not expand.

Ning Tao looked at the bone torch in a daze. He suspected that as long as he forcibly took the immortal torch from the hand of this goddess statue, the temple would collapse, and even the entire underground abyss would collapse.

Just now, where did those sounds of ghosts crying and wolf howling come from? There are really ghosts in this world, and how can this immortal torch summon the ghosts back?

These questions emerged in Ning Tao's mind, but no matter what angle it was analyzed and understood, his mind was always shrouded in a layer of fog.

For a while, Ning Tao sat down again cross-legged, took out the Zhenshi Tower, the building board and the cloud ore, and the small porcelain bottle containing the four versions of the Zun Dan.

boom!

After a brief blindness, the scenery in front of me changed.

The temple is still this temple, but there is one more woman and a Western dragon.

The woman had wavy blonde hair, wearing black half armor, holding a torch. The torch bone handle, a ball of flame was burning. I don’t know if it was the reason for the blonde woman or the torch, but there were always wisps of black air around the woman’s body, like a group of snakes dancing around.

The Western dragon was aging and weak, staggering, with a pair of wings lying on its back, and its right wing was covered with scars. There was a place where it was even missing a large piece, giving people the feeling that they could no longer fly.

The blonde woman stopped in front of Ning Tao and said, "It's coming, I know my ending, just like those immortals in the East."

The language she spoke was a very strange language. Ning Tao heard it for the first time, but he couldn't understand it at all, but under the "translation" of the whisperer, he knew what she said. It was the first sentence of the nature of this opening remark that surprised and confused him. She mentioned the immortals of the East and her ending, and also mentioned the existence of someone or non-humans. The information content of a simple sentence is very large!

"My master, can't you escape?" The Western Dragon's voice was hoarse and old, giving people a feeling of being in twilight years.

The blonde woman said, "Immortal Fire, you have followed me for thousands of years. Don't you understand me yet? I, the Lord of the Western Region, Nebona, the holder of the Immortal Torch, the guide of the undead, I am not afraid of death, I have always faced my enemies, and will not turn my back to my enemies!"

The Western dragon, known as the Immortal Fire, lowered its head and remained silent.

Nebona said again: "The gods are gone, the way of heaven is gone, the world will be covered with snow and the sentient beings will wither. However, like the forests burned by wildfires, seeds will always sprout from the soil after the long cold winter."

"My master, why is this happening?" The bloody eyes of the Immortal Fire Dragon were filled with sadness and confusion.

Nebona said, "Just like your aging, the gods will eventually die out, and there will be a time for aging and destruction in this day. You don't have to be sad."

The Immortal Fire Dragon was silent again, and its eyes became even more sad.

"I know that the immortals in the East have used the Yin Yue people to leave seeds, and I have my plan, so I built this temple of immortality. I will bury you under this temple, and you will protect my temple and the immortal torch, because it is my seed." Nebona said.

The Immortal Fire Dragon raised his head, his eyes still sad, but he was also very determined. It said, "My Master, I am ready."

Nebona said, "After you die, I will guide your soul to where you should go. Your remnant soul will stay here to guard my temple."

"My master, where are you going?" asked the Immortal Fire Dragon.

Nebona smiled indifferently: "My seed has been left in this immortal torch. I want to face it. Only when I die will it be safe here."

The Immortal Fire Dragon seemed to understand something. It crawled down and kissed Nebona's instep with its huge lips.

But at that moment, Nebona suddenly raised the dying torch and stabbed the bone stem into the huge head of the Immortal Fire Dragon. Blood splattered, and the blood splashed like a waterfall, completely blocking Ning Tao's view.

Then there is fire, and the flames swallow everything.

Flame, Nebona strode out of the temple, her hands were no longer immortal torch.

There was a huge skeleton in front of Ning Tao, but it was turning into ashes. The ashes merged into the rocky ground little by little and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

She asked it to bury the bones under the temple, and its bones were buried here, without complaints, and she walked so openly and naturally.

In the end, everything stopped and nothing was left behind.

Nebona disappeared at the entrance of the temple.

Who is the enemy she is going to face?

No way to know.

Is she dead or alive?

There is no way to know.

What is her so-called seed?

Still no way to know.

The scene of the past time and space suddenly trembled, and a woman in red appeared at the entrance of the temple.

It’s her again, the elixir of the ancestral elixir.

Her existence is like a ghost audience, watching the past and present of all beings, as well as the past and present of this world.

She is everywhere, but there is no trace to be found.

Ning Tao stared at her, observing her every move.

The woman in red walked towards Ning Tao. Her steps were light and agile, as if she was walking on the ground, but her feet were not touching the ground.

Ning Tao's eyes could no longer turn, and his heart was surprised and confused. This was the first time he saw a woman in red walking, and he was walking towards him on the void.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of the woman in red, and a crisp and nice voice was revealed between her red lips and teeth: "Come on...you come..."

Ning Tao just looked at her and didn't speak because he knew that the scene of the past time and space would collapse as soon as he opened his mouth.

The woman in red came to Ning Tao in a blink of an eye. She suddenly reached out and poked Ning Tao's Niwan Palace on the middle of her eyebrows with a finger.

At this moment, Ning Tao could no longer sit still and instinctively raised his hand to block it.

Nebona and the Immortal Fire Dragon did not exist, but this woman in red was the Dan Ling who searched for the Ancestral Pill. Until now, he only knew to capture the Dan Ling, but he didn't even know whether the Dan Ling was an enemy or a friend, and even what kind of existence the Dan Ling was. How dare she let her poke his Niwan Palace?

When they touched each other, Ning Tao did not feel any touch at all, but this past time and space really collapsed.

Everything is silent.

Ning Tao sat down and was stunned for a while, then put away all the props. He came to Nebona's statue again and reached out to grab the Immortal Torch. However, when he was about to grab the Immortal Torch, his hand paused and slowly put it down.

At this time, it is very likely that the temple will collapse, and even the underground abyss will collapse. So much ground turbulence and so much spiritual soil have not been taken away. Isn’t this stupid?

Ning Tao bit his finger and drew a blood lock on the statue of Nebona, then turned around and walked towards the gate of the temple.

Oh...

A strange sound suddenly came from behind, like taking silver or gold coins to his mouth and blew it hard.

Ning Tao stopped and turned around and looked.

The blood lock that had just been drawn merged into the statue like the melting of ice and snow, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. In that moment, Ning Tao suddenly felt that Nebona's eyes seemed to blink and looked at him! However, when he looked carefully, there was no sign of her eyes moving.

Is it an illusion?

Click!

When Ning Tao was observing the eyes of the statue, the immortal torch held by the statue suddenly trembled, and then slid down from the statue's hand, and the flame of the torch also went out at the moment when it fell off.

Ning Tao hurriedly reached out to catch it. This time there was no terrifying feeling of millions of lonely ghosts rushing into their brains, nor the terrifying sound of thousands of ghosts crying and screaming, only the weight and texture of the torch itself.

It has a very normal weight, and it only feels heavy when it is over a foot. I don’t know what kind of bone it is made of. It is jade-white but opaque, has the texture of jade, and contains extremely powerful spiritual energy. But Ning Tao held it in his hand and knew that it is not jade, it is a kind of bone.

After a brief shock, Ning Tao came back to his senses. The ground did not shake, the cracks did not expand, and the huge temple was so quiet that even the sound of a needle could be heard.

Ning Tao's eyes fell on the Immortal Torch again, and after a while, he said tentatively: "What do you mean? You obviously didn't want me to take it, but now you fell down for me again. Are you hiding it inside? Let's talk."

There was only Ning Tao's voice in the empty temple.

Before drawing the blood lock, Ning Tao was thinking about drawing a blood lock after going out to cross the river, and then calling his three wives and a group of subordinates to move the spirit soil to get the turbulent oil. Perhaps he could also find other treasures and find treasure hunts. He moved everything he needed and then went to get the irredeemable torch. At that time, whether the temple collapsed or not, he didn't care. However, he didn't expect that he drew a blood lock on the statue of Nebona. The torch fell down by itself and automatically extinguished the fire.

No one responded, Ning Tao tried to inject a trace of spiritual power into the Immortal Torch, trying to activate it.

The Immortal Torch did not respond at all. His trace of spiritual power was like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace.
Chapter completed!