Chapter 783 If you provoke me, I will destroy you all! .
Chapter 783: Provoke, and all will be destroyed! .
Canglan Realm, Eastern Dao Domain, Western Region!
A place!
A tall, billion-year-old temple stands majestically, like a giant monster standing on the ground. From a distance, it looks like a standing and walking snake standing between heaven and earth. The ancient temple is covered with golden runes, and each rune is surrounded by sacred light, looking like the words of God.
This is not somewhere else, it is Tianlong Temple.
Tianlong Temple has a long history and is quite famous in this world. Many holy places and sects will give it some face. Therefore, over the years, the monks of Tianlong Temple have stood up straight, like a magic sword, with great spirit and a look of looking down on the world.
But now, things have taken a turn for the better.
All the people in Tianlong Temple bent their proud waists and lowered their noble heads.
"Oh my god, Jie'ao Temple!"
"How could Jie'ao Temple come to us? This is simply a fairy tale!"
"And the Taixuan Saint, the three masters of Jie'ao Temple actually surrounded the chariot of the Taixuan Saint. What is going on? Could it be that they..."
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't say it!"
Shocked voices echoed faintly.
These people were whispering to each other and didn't dare to speak loudly.
Three saint kings came to Jie'ao Temple.
They were all stunned when they saw this scene.
Their brains seemed to be hit by bricks, dizzy and unbelievable.
Their intuition told them that this was definitely not a good thing.
Sure enough.
The three saint kings of Jie'ao Temple kicked open the door of the main hall and rushed in.
Not long after, an old monk came out with him.
The monk was wearing a pure golden robe, as if it was cast from pure gold, with all kinds of fish patterns on it, shining with a luxurious light. At a glance, it was definitely a treasure.
At this time, his face was pale, and his bald head was covered with cold sweat.
His legs and feet were shaking violently.
He was already very old, with a gray beard and all kinds of dead spots on his face, just like a dead person crawling out of a coffin.
The three saint kings of Jie Ao Temple put him aside, and then, in front of everyone's shocked eyes, they came to the chariot and knelt down.
"Your Highness, this is the first ancestor of Tianlong Temple, what do you think?"
"Are you asking this saint?"
"What did this saint just say?"
A voice came from the chariot.
Swish!
Xuan Ming immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
His original intention was to kill him in a certain way, but he didn't expect that he should be killed directly.
Originally, he thought that he should go through a process or something. After all, he was a force that many forces today gave him face. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to just kill him like that?
However.
Hearing the words of the Taixuan Saint, he shuddered all over, raised his hand directly, and slapped the head of the Tianlong Temple Chuda Patriarch.
"Buzz!"
The palm of his hand glowed with black light, and the power of fear instantly burst out.
"Ahhh!!!"
The Tianlong Temple Chuda Patriarch screamed in pain.
The strong man from the Jie Ao Great World was far beyond his ability to contend with.
And the magic cast by this strong man was far beyond his soul's ability to contend with.
Under the power of fear, his mind.
It only lasted for a breath.
Suddenly,
it disappeared!
"Bang!"
The body of the Chuda Patriarch exploded and turned into ashes.
No matter how strong they are, they are as small as ants under overwhelming strength.
Following the tragic death of the first ancestor.
The remaining monks, one by one, turned pale, trembling and dared not speak.
They had already expected that their fate seemed to be the same as that of the ancestor.
They didn't know what they had done to provoke the Taixuan Saint Son, but they were being exterminated for no reason.
The enemy didn't even seem to want to tell them the reason, and just wanted to exterminate the whole family.
"The rest, I don't want to see them again."
"Three breaths."
"If you can't do it, you can go home."
A faint voice came out.
Xuanming was sweating profusely, and hurriedly said: "Yes! Yes! Your Highness the Saint Son!"
Then, he turned to face the people in Tianlong Temple and said: "Saint Son, go, destroy Tianlong Temple!"
In an instant, a fierce battle broke out.
In less than three breaths, Tianlong Temple was flattened to the ground.
Cut off the roots.
No one was left alive.
