Soaring Cloud Temple, in front of the gate.
At this moment, it was completely silent.
Standing in the front, Tang Jingming was stunned, unable to speak for a long time.
The bodyguards who opened the door opened their eyes one by one.
The Tang Family's members who followed only felt cold.
And those believers, tourists... they continued to sweat coldly, their complexions turned green, and their faces full of fear.
"This, is this Master Yi Deng?" After a long time, a believer said in a trembling voice.
This sentence…
As if possessing magical power, speaking in such a weird atmosphere, the aura of the scene instantly burst.
"Impossible, how could this be Master Yi Deng? This is obviously a white skeleton... It's terrible." Some tourists screamed
"Don't let those monks run away, there is a problem with this temple." A Tang Family's descendant frowned, his mouth growled.
