Douluo’s Haotian Myth

The White Gold Fog Temple stands in the depths of the Wushenzong 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 that lake. It's crystal clear. It's probably Qingshui Lake. Did you guess that this is the ancestral land of our Ye family?"

Tang Bufan said lightly: "Yes, I did guess this way in my heart, but are you sure this is the ancestral land of your Ye family? I remember that your Ye family did not know the ancestral land for a long time."

Ye Zihan smiled bitterly, "Always give it a try, at least this is the closest to the description of the White Jade Palace by the Qingshui Lake!"

"So, I brought you here this time, but I didn't expect the Sect Master to have other arrangements. However, everyone is from the Clear Sky Sect. Whoever gets the inheritance depends on your luck!"

After finishing speaking, Tang Bufan quickly came to the Fog Temple.

At this moment, the second elder and others have been at the Fog God Temple for a while, and they are looking around.

After a while, everyone gathered at the main entrance of the main hall.

Under Xiao Qi's urging, Tang Bufan activated his whole body's soul power and pushed forward with both hands.

Tang Bufan roared angrily, and the second spirit ring lit up behind him. He used his second spirit ability to increase Bai's power. He still didn't believe that even a single door could not be opened.

However, God seemed to oppose him. He pushed for five minutes, and the white-gold door showed no sign of opening.

In front of the Fog Temple, Tang Long and others showed shocked expressions.

Just how heavy this door is, it stumped Tang Bufan. How strong Tang Bufan's strength is, they can't be more clear, they are definitely at the level of soul saints.

But he did not open a door despite his all-out efforts, how could this be possible?

If he can't push it away, how can they push it away?

Behind, the second elder showed a surprised expression in his eyes. It was interesting. It was indeed the gate of a god's palace. It was not incomprehensible that it was heavy.

A minute later, Tang Bufan backed down in dejection.

"Second Elder Grandpa, it's useless, I'm afraid only you can open this door!"

The second elder smiled and said, "Xiaofan, take a break and let me try it!"

After speaking, 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 remained motionless.

The second elder's face couldn't help but turn red, and this face was embarrassed.

Taking a deep breath, nine splendid spirit rings emerged from his body, exuding a huge pressure, Tang Bufan and the others hurriedly retreated, even Xiaoqi's eyes also showed a look of fear, which shows that he has cultivated Hunyuan. How powerful is the second elder of Gong.

However, no matter how the Second Elder exerted his strength, 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 martial spirit was the Clear Sky Hammer known for his strength. If even he couldn't open the door of the Temple of Mist, even the suzerain might not be able to. .

No, there must be something wrong with this? Is it the wrong way? Or push people right?

Tang Bufan fell into deep thought.

Tang Ming whispered, "Tang Feng, do you think we came here in vain? Even the eldest and the second elder were unable to open the door, and we don't even have to think about it, it is impossible to open it."

It was the words that awakened the dreamer. After listening to Tang Ming's words, Tang Bufan, who was in deep thought, suddenly realized that it was possible that only those who were recognized by the god of fog would open the door.

Tang Bufan's eyes passed over everyone one by one, "Brother Tang Long, each of you will go forward and try to see if you can open the door?"

The second elder was a little puzzled, "Xiaofan, you let them push it? How can they push it away with their strength?"

"Second Elder Grandpa, I think it's not that we are not strong enough to open this door, but that we have not been approved by the God of fog. It is estimated that only the descendants selected by the God of fog can open this door, so let them try it. Right! Is there anything to lose anyway?" Tang Bufan was confident and believed his speculation more and more.

The second elder thought about it carefully, and finally agreed with his point of view.

Afterwards, Tang Long, Tang Ming, Tang Feng, Qingshan, and Qingyu tried one by one, and the result was no different from them, and the door remained motionless.

Now only the weakest Zihan is left, and she is the only one who has not tried.

Tang Bufan's eyes lit up, and among the six, he was most optimistic about Zihan.

Zihan stepped forward step by step, feeling extremely uneasy.

Arriving at the main entrance of the main hall, Zihan summoned her fog spirit, and three spirit rings, two yellow and one purple, rose from under her feet.

She took a deep breath, ran the Hunyuan Gong, gathered her soul power in her hands and pushed it forward.

A shocking thing happened, only a clack was heard, the white-gold door was opened like this, and Ye Zihan fell straight in.

When everyone reacted, the door closed automatically.

Qing Shan and Qing Yu rushed up immediately and pushed the door hard, but no matter how hard they tried, it was useless.

Tang Bufan said calmly: "Brother Qingshan, Qingyu, don't waste your energy, sit down and have a good rest!"

Qingshan was a little anxious, "But what about Zihan?"

Tang Bufan said meaningfully: "Don't worry about her safety. If I guess correctly, she should have waited until the fog god's approval and became his inheritor. Maybe she will accept the inheritance in it now?"

Inside the Fog Temple, Zihan was looking carefully at the main hall.

This is a white-gold hall with countless ancient pictures carved on the wall, which seem to record the long-term secrets. It's a pity that Zihan was attracted by a square altar in the center of the hall at this moment.

The altar was surrounded by a white-gold light curtain. The unpredictable fog on the altar kept rolling in the light curtain, presenting various strange phenomena, attracting Ye Zihan to walk 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 a burst of heart palpitations. The next moment, I saw a sudden burst of divine light from the Fog Temple, and then slowly rose to the sky in their shocked eyes, and then a large amount of dense fog came from nowhere, flooding the area in an instant.

This is not over yet, the thick fog continues to spread all around, and in less than an hour, the entire foggy forest is shrouded.

In the God Realm, deep in an area shrouded in thick fog, a mysterious man let out a hearty laugh, "For so many years, there has never been a descendant to inspire the power of the fog god, I'm already desperate, I can't think of it! Hmph! , they all thought that my fog god was just a third-level god, but I just didn’t want to reveal my strength, haha!”