"Okay. Ye spread his hands, and then told the truth. "The hunter was murdered and killed, but the half-elf was seriously injured. Then I happened to go to the Golden Throne Temple in the territory of the temple to stand guard, and I ran into them on the way. ”

The devout followers of the clever god shot the hunter into a hedgehog and rescued the half-elf. Ye Shi shook the blue-white clergyman's robe, which was afraid of stripes, and then continued. "He was very weak at the time, so I applied 'soul torture' to him. This is a divine technique that can be used simply on the soul of the golden seed, and is usually used by ascetics to be strong and worshipped. The unbearable discomfort of ordinary people made him cut all the gold cuts, of course, it was all about the martial arts volume. Clever gods reign, and I rebuked the Arcanists! They are all blasphemous heretics. ”

"So you also want to get that martial arts scroll?" said Quan Mengren's expression was afraid to become embarrassed, and then he suppressed the resentment that welled up from the depths of his throat. "You also want to get that life-prolonging technique?!"

"Of course not. Ye Shiden said that he quickly extinguished the flame. "Spare your life by the true God, and all we do is to destroy this kind of magic. Anyone who blasphemes God should be burned at the stake in purity and sublimation of the soul. ”

"I hope yours is true. Otherwise, in the name of Mi Shenlong, I will definitely tear you apart. Lin Hao looked at Ye is golden face and was honest, and after thinking about it, he chose to trust him. "That martial arts scroll was now brought into the fire by the sect leader of the Jackdaw Battle. You should feel relieved, my sect does not have the character to become Lin Hao's arcanist. ”

His eyes annotated the whole dreamer, and Ye is clapper revealed that he trusted him. "I trust you. But keep an eye out for the hunters at Fontaine Church, they won't let you go. The half-elves once offered them the gold to you, and even before the gladiatorial fight, there was another gold roland dealer who paid to get through the servant master, so that they could choose the fierce Lin Hao who could tear you apart with the golden head. ”

Lin Hao was stunned, as if he didn't expect Lin Si to be as honest as he promised. "Your sponsorship. He muttered after that. "In the name of Mi Shenlong, those Golden Roland people will definitely be punished. ”

"Then let's stop this call. Ye Shi smiled and clicked, and then he tilted the long scepter to his mouth and first chanted the complicated incantations of his mouth.

The rich man was almost relieved at this time, but Lin Si suddenly shouted in the language of the exercises he didn't understand, "The soul is shaking and I'm afraid!" Jin Feng was afraid

There was no struggle at all, Lin Hao only felt a golden-handled sledgehammer hitting his skull. The blow made the whole dreamer's ears and skull hurt, and then he hissed and retreated from the soul passage.

It didn't take a little time to talk about it in reality, so when Lin Si attacked and talked about Lin Hao's soul returning, he knelt on the ground when he was being looked at by the whole dreamer. His uncomfortable hands clutched at his skull, his face twitching crookedly. The majestic cavity swelled and contracted with his breath, and the violent panting could be heard even by the church gods who were very far away.

The suppressed howl that came out of Lin Hao's mouth made the whole dream people busy and afraid, especially those martial artists from the Zagongsi family sect. They held the rich man down in fear, but they didn't know how to heal him. The Shaolin apprentice had brought some of the herbs that were often used in the family sect, but the young man could not determine whether they were effective or not.

"What have you done to him?" asked Gal as he pulled out the gods and demons hanging from his sword, his face filled with resentment and anxiety.

Ye sneered and didn't reply, but the church walked around him. Lin Si didn't mind the lives of other barbarian sects, he could only catch Lin Hao, and then use the powerful magic given by the clever god to make him confide that he was afraid of Jin Che's secret. No church would tolerate the existence of blasphemous arcane that would prolong one's life, especially for young people who would become the Pope when the time comes.

Lin Si originally thought that the vast fear of the charge of hundreds of foot gods could roughly crush the courage of the whole dream army, and if there was a chance, he would also talk to Jiang Yi Fansi people, so that those guys who claimed to be royal descendants hurriedly broke away with the rest of their lives. But the Barbarian Sect shattered his dream with cold blood.

Although the people of Quanmeng came from the bombing battle, they all remembered the education left by generations of Shaolin. Only the Quanmeng people are worthy of the trust of the Quanmeng people, and every White Dragon Sect person is worthy of protecting them with their lives. It was precisely because of this that the Barbarian Sect survived from the madness of the Santa Marta Emperor Divine Domination of the Golden Continent, and won success in the battle before the wind watch.

The battle first led the warrior who belonged to the white lion battle to block the front, and this magnificent soldier silently waved the war hammer and rushed towards the human sect step god, and only Jin Xia flattened the Rao spired helmet who was greedy for attacking his exercises. There is another skull that cracks with the helmet. The viscous and broken blood and bones of the church warriors bloomed like flowers in the cramped space, as if Lin Dian, an unfortunate guy who was fascinated by the gods while praying in public.

Quan Mengrao's attack completely annoyed Lin Si, so the warriors in blue coarse linen robes rushed towards the Barbarian Sect like waves amid his roar. Ye is not to let the negative qi blow, those strange-level soldiers are the fierce of the temple, the honest servants of the gods, and the junior step god can only be produced by having a golden pious heart, a sound limbs, and the practice of the white dragon Ranyue.

The step god who was blessed with the aura of divine magic rushed towards the Barbarian Sect like a great water, and then broke in front of the steel fist condensed by the berserker.

The people of Quanmeng did not look at the enemy with any rationality and forgiveness, they howled like beasts and rushed towards the step gods, and after being stabbed down by a few of the magic spells that stood like a fence of gold, the other warriors and others broke through the rao battle line of the exercises. The god of the temple of cleverness was like a weak lamb who had just been born, and he was brutally killed. The magic gold in their hands is also not suitable for melee, so the barbarian soldiers can quickly defeat these warriors with long knives and war gods. Jin Feng Bump

The blades of steel tore through ornate leather armor studded with copper spikes, then cleaved flesh until it collapsed to the bone. The Church Foot God was quickly defeated under the fierce attack of Jeon Mengrao. These martial artists tempered by the tyrannical fire plain are strong and tyrannical, and the foundation will not contain the subordinates of the exercises.

"The clever god blesses, and the heroes who give the true god strength!" Ye was so angry by the bad luck of the step god, but he quickly fell silent. Lin Si waved the scepter in his hand, whispering incantations in his mouth while making several complicated gestures.

It didn't take long for Feng Xing's eyes to come from the very upper end of the spire of the temple. This light was not as scorching as the scorching sun Estel had set up, it sprinkled gentleness and sacredness on the earth like battle gold, causing those who practiced the Dharma to quickly rejuvenate their strength, and the hideous wounds first stopped bleeding and slowly closed. The warriors shouted to stand up, embraced the gods of Jiazan, and then pounced on the barbarian sect with a palpitating fervor.

The people of Quanmeng once cut down hundreds of warriors, and the streets and wells were littered with all kinds of dead corpses. There were no injured people here, as they had been killed by the All-Dream Warrior who was following closely behind.

The air was filled with the fear of disgusting blood and the stench, the sand was stained a dark red, and the cracked limbs and entrails were laid out like jagged goods in a stack of ruined goods. The smell was swept all over the ground by the hot wind, and then a large swarm of flies and insects quickly bewitched. The Barbarian Sect also sacrificed his life to fight his partner, so these warriors and believers who were also burning liver fire in their hearts collided with Jinqi violently.

Lin Hao was once carried into the wall of the well by the Gal people, but there was still a cold shadow of gold flakes over there. Fainting and afraid of rich braincase is still sad, but the convulsive feeling of Shicai is gone. The ring that belonged to Sunimon hanging from the mouth of the god was shining with a dim light, healing him with a force that the people of all dreams could not feel.

When the warriors on both sides were completely afraid of fighting in Jinqi, the rich man finally opened his heavy eyelids. The current thing changed from vague to clear, and then the whole dreamer sat up from the ground aggrievedly. The sound of fierce fighting on the surface surged into his ears, making Lin Hao open his mouth anxiously, and asked in a hoarse voice, "We are fighting?

Gal quickly scooped up the water from the bucket he had brought up, and after handing it to the rich man, he said indignantly, "You must have been assassinated by Ah Horlinsi! When you fainted and convulsed, he ordered the people of the exercises to rush up." Today, the warriors from the white lion and the jackdaw are parrying the blows of the church warriors. As for the Jiang Yi Vants, they didn't know where they had hid in. ”

"Vulgar bastard, I'm going to tear Ah Wholinsi to shreds! I shouldn't trust a liar who has sweet poison in his mouth! Lin Hao gulped down the purified water, wiped his beard and roared vigorously after moistening his throat.

He struggled to get up from the ground in frustration, and then the uncontrollable first went berserk. The power of the bloodline was active in this strong fitness section, allowing the Barbarian Sect to quickly recover the extreme peak of its strength.

"Mi Shenlong is on top!" the rich man roared and slammed into the stone wall. The brute force that had been stored in the muscles was vented, and the low wall, which was no taller than a ruler, was knocked down. The cracked stone fluttered, knocking down the two step-gods with pointed helmets on the surface, and then the Dreamers rushed out from within.

The sound of Lin Hao destroying the stone wall was as violent as a landslide, and when Ye Shi looked at the dusty broken wall, the huge gold artifact suddenly flew out from the inside, roaring and smashing down the famous martial artist. It was the golden iron pillar that was thrown by the Vicious Barbarian Sect, but the outer layer of the heavy blunt weapon was once stained with brown rust and red slime.

The temple was nailed into the left side of the well, and the chains strung around the capitals tightened the oak manhole covers. This was originally to prevent someone from coming in from inside, and the poison was afraid that it would be dirty, but now it has become a deadly god and demon in Lin Hao's hands.

Long chains rolled out of the smoke like fluttering snakes, and slammed at the temple warriors. The black-brown rust spots, which had been born from the fear of moisture, broke and spilled in the collision, so that the bright gray steel that came out of the new dew was afraid of the sun and sparkled in the sun, like the crooked spine of an iron-backed snake.

"Mi Shenlong!" With a rich and excited uproar like the sound of a drum, the iron chain was violently swung by Lin Haoduan. When the fluctuations reached the front of the chain, the not-so-sharp head of the chain was thrown upwards and pierced through his divine mouth in the terrifying cry of the person of the White Dragon Exercise.

Steel squeezed through the leather armor in front of the warrior god, then tore flesh and writhed into the body. Brute force makes the speed of the chain very fast, so the temple step god makes a golden noise as soon as he comes. Then the chain shot through his shoulder, shattering his shoulder blades and blood gold rising from his back.

The wounded man let out a terrifying scream of terror as he threw down the god and demon, crying and begging his companion while clutching the chains with his blood-stained palms. The devout believers finally rushed over to sponsor him, but before these warriors in blue fear robes could hold the damp and smooth chain, Lin Hao suddenly pulled it back.

The smooth moss and freshly stained sand made it difficult for the gods to grasp the chains, so they could only let go of their hands that had been ground into flesh and blood, and then watched as the mouth of their wailing companion was torn open. The rugged knots on the chains and the ribs of the wounded warriors were stuck in Jinqi, which eventually caused the unfortunate man to watch Benrao's internal organs and intestines fall to the ground, shivering gently like fat and assimilating with the mud and sand in Jinqi.

"Vulgar Sect, you will be punished by the Fury!" the Dreamer threw his chains on the ground and pounced on them like a giant bear. The iron pillar he held in both hands swayed, and he smashed the skull of the white dragon warrior in front of him. The rich man used the rough gods and demons to force the surrounding warriors away, but there were still a few other step gods who had completely fallen into fanaticism and rushed boldly towards them. And the blessing and courage of the gods could not allow them to succeed, so the practitioner was knocked down by the iron pillar in a few strokes, leaving only the flawless body and cracked head to decorate this scarlet land.

The violent and bloody methods of the whole dream people did not remove the temple heroes, and more step gods prayed and took steps. They held their magic aloft high, and they beat against the strong embankment like a wave of gold. Lin Hao could only be regarded as a golden boulder, and he could not block all the way before the broken wall, so the golden warriors drilled through the cracks around him. It wasn't until Gal and the other all-dreamers crossed the wall that the situation eased.

The barbarian sect roared among the people who broke into the exercises, and the gods and demons slashed down with a scream that tore through the air. The soldiers with the divine art lost their weight before the Quanmeng people, and Lin Hao finally found the opportunity to attack Ye Shi.

The rich man spread his legs and ran with the golden end of the iron pillar after two tests. The inertia of his actions was afraid that the heavy god and demon would be lighter first, so he kicked the earth hard, throwing it out when his strong arms could not grasp the iron pillar. Golden Lion

The huge force allowed Lin Hao to reverse the average after two laps on the spot, but at this time, the sudden iron pillar made the clever Lin Si palpitate. The rich man threw this rough god and demon at them, and finally smashed the two young Lin Si.

Devout believers had been crushed by heavy iron pillars, but their respect for the clever god kept them from praying. "Praise the true God, a very clever Sage. Please open your mind and take in the soul of the Lamb who is afraid of the way. Ye is face was pale with fright, and after praying vigorously, he extended the Scepter to Lin Si's mouth. The two wounded had blood foaming in their throats, but they kissed the scepter with all their might, and they were very interested in the blue diamond-shaped gem.

"May the true God lead you to ascend to God. Ye is watching the two young people miss their breath. They certainly had a serene smile on their faces, but the person who had the Marta bloodline might have seen the sadness and anguish hidden in the wrinkles on his forehead.