"Who are you?"

Nangong Fan reluctantly contracted the panic in his heart, looking like a curious baby.

"I didn't expect you to wake up. The middle-aged man frowned, as if the situation had exceeded his expectations.

"Ah, is there something wrong?" Nangong Fan lowered his head slightly, but secretly complained in his heart.

Most of the forces that control the Divine Temple are not good or bad, but they are basically still the most traditional forces, such as the Dao system that only wants to become immortals. However, it doesn't mean that there are no sects that are the most evil.

Just as the main continent is pursued, good and evil are just a battle of ideas, as long as there is no evil, everything is fine. Only demons are spurned by the world, but it doesn't mean that the devil can really live under the sun. Even the forces in close proximity have a conflict of interests, not to mention the struggle of their own ideas.

Born from the heart.

At this time, the middle-aged man standing in front of Nangong Fan had a gloomy face, and at first glance he was an extremely ruthless person. The most important thing is that it looks up and down as if it were looking at its prey, and even pauses a few times on the ring on its fingertip...

This kind of usherer is by no means a good thing for Nangong Fan, and he even suspects that he has soared to the old nest of the Demon Dao at this time.

It was just a little strange that the Five Elements Realm belonged to the Dao of the Five Elements Sect, even if it didn't follow the Demon Destroying Guardian Dao, how could there be a soil for the nourishment of the Demon Dao? Maybe it was just that this person was a little anxious?

No matter what this person is, Nangong Fan always knows one thing, this person is definitely not the existence that he can provoke now, and he must show a humble attitude. Otherwise, he will be killed on the spot, but there is no place to avenge his grievances, and he will not blame anyone else.

The middle-aged man's gaze was on the pool in the center of the Receiving Temple, among which there was only a young man sitting cross-legged, and the supernatural energy that should have existed had long since disappeared. He turned to the young man's eyes and released a very dissatisfied color, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat, and there is not a drop of it?

He couldn't help but sigh faintly, "You kid is quite powerful, ordinary ascendants, most of them are still in a coma at this time, and they are receiving the baptism of God's gift little by little. ”

"The seniors praised it falsely, but the juniors just happened to know the process of ascension very well and made full preparations. Nangong Fan replied respectfully.

The middle-aged man smiled coldly, the little guy in front of him looked very honest, but there was only one meaning in and out of his words - I am also a person with a background, don't easily hit me with crooked ideas.

But does he care? Even if this little guy really has any background, how can he manage to be in this corner of Kaka that no one cares about? The high gods can, but with the sense of the gods, when they have just ascended, they can lock which temple they are in, and when the ascension is still in progress, the gods will come to this temple through the teleportation array and their own foot power.

And now there is no trace of the appearance of the gods... It can be seen that the so-called background is not a concern at all, and it may even be something that the little guy in front of him does not know for some psychological fiction.

"Don't talk so much, come with me. The middle-aged man turned around indifferently, left a command, and walked away slowly with a leisurely pace.

Nangong Fan's heart jumped, for some reason, he always had the illusion that he was about to go to the execution ground... He didn't want to move, or he didn't want to follow this middle-aged man, but could he stand all this?

He could clearly sense that there was a faint aura around him. Obviously, if you don't follow the middle-aged man's instructions, it is estimated that you will be hit by a thunderbolt immediately.

I can't help him!

"What? You like the atmosphere of the Guiding Temple, and you want to stay here for the rest of your life?"

The voice came from outside the Receiving Divine Temple, Nangong Fan's heart tightened, he felt an extremely piercing killing machine, and the whole person was like falling into an ice cave... How to live a lifetime, do you still need to elaborate?

He got up from the pool that led the temple to receive the energy, and followed in three or two steps, no one in this world wants to live with his life.

It's just that there are still a lot of doubts in his heart, how can he lead this temple that he has ascended to be very different from what he knows from the mouths of those people from the ten states in the Star Sky Realm?

At the beginning of the formation of the Ten States, those powers who built the "Noah's Ark" spent a lot of effort to find hundreds of places in this vast land that were full of spiritual energy and suitable for human development and expansion of cities, and set up a temple in the center of these places one by one. Latecomers built the first castle around this...

It stands to reason that these cities have undergone such a long period of development, not to mention expanding outward, and they will not become weaker and weaker. And one side of the city, in which the forces are intricate, entangled with each other under supervision, plus the existence of one of the three major forces law enforcement alliance. No one dares to bully the Ascended Ones easily, after all, there is only one ending when they are discovered—being hunted down by the Law Enforcement Alliance.

But now, judging from the actions of the middle-aged man, he has never worried about the existence of the law enforcement alliance at all. How is it possible? How can a force whose mission is to maintain the order of the world with myriad artifacts be corrupted, even if it is corrupted, how can it be so corrupted?

With doubts in his heart, Nangong Fan soon discovered where he was...

The surroundings were exactly the same as the most ordinary villages he had seen on a daily basis, not in the city he had envisioned.

"I thought you really wanted to stay in the Receiving Temple for the rest of your life!" the middle-aged man teased with his hands behind his back and without looking back.

"Seniors, don't laugh at the little ones, the little ones are just a little dazed when they just ascended. The little one wants to ask the senior, where is this place?" Nangong Fan looked at the humble houses around him, he didn't sense the existence of any vitality, as if there was only the middle-aged man in front of him.

Then it's no wonder he dared to act so unscrupulously.

"It's just a very remote place. The middle-aged man turned his head abruptly, his eyes were extremely complicated, and he looked up and down at the scene behind him.

Nangong Fan subconsciously turned his head to look...

There is nothing but the tall and majestic temple of the Receiving Temple. The exterior of the temple appears to be entirely a humanoid holding torches. In addition, its whole body is gilded, and it blooms with colorful light in the light of the sun.

With just one glance, Nangong Fan saw the meaning contained in it, this is the flame of hope held high by the great power of the human race when the danger comes, this is a symbol of indomitability, and this is the inheritance of the spirit.

The middle-aged man looked complicated, staring at the torch that seemed to be blocked by the sun for a long time, before turning his head, and his words were a little more melancholy, "It's time to go." ”

Nangong Fan wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only remain silent.

I saw the middle-aged man wave his palm, and an extremely ordinary flying sword appeared in his body.

"Come up. The middle-aged man grabbed Nangong Fan's collar like an eagle catching a chicken, lifted it slightly, and jumped on top of the flying sword with him.

The flying sword trembled slightly, but it was just that, and it was still extremely easy to carry the two of them.

Nangong Fan looked around curiously, and the moment he came to his senses, he found that with the change of the environment of heaven and earth, he became a mortal in the true sense. Not to mention walking in the void as casually as before, even Edgeworth's flight has become an unattainable dream. Even if he just used his mind to drive the flying sword to decrease sharply due to the range of divine thoughts, he could only show his power within ten meters of his body, and no matter how far he went, he was really powerless.

It can be seen that if you want to be able to fly like the sword in front of you, you must at least reach the level of the Star Realm, and even transform into a mortal spirit.

When Nangong Fan saw this scene, he finally completely extinguished his struggling thoughts. He was going to rely on his spiritual double cultivation, but at this time, he was close enough to this middle-aged man to hit him hard.

But now it seems that fortunately, there is no wishful thinking to launch an offensive at the first time, otherwise it will only be a way to cocoon yourself.

"You've had thoughts you shouldn't have, but they're quickly extinguished. I have to say that you are extremely suitable for wandering in the ten states, at least know one thing - those who know the times are handsome. ”

The middle-aged man's voice was extremely flat, and it seemed extremely ethereal in the fierce wind around him, as if a god was whispering in his ears.

A dense cold sweat appeared on Nangong Fan's back, this middle-aged man had such a strong intuition! He just had this idea in his mind, and he quickly denied it. He was keenly aware of it.

What kind of character is this?

"Don't panic, you're still useful. At least, I'm not willing to kill you just now. ”

The cold voice made Nangong Fan tremble, and he couldn't help but secretly complain, "What the hell did you fly to? Isn't the end point discovered by the smoke in an instant incorrect?"

At this time, he had to suspect that the place where he was now was not the Five Elements Prefecture, which could be called the Holy Land of Daomen, but the Demon Prefecture in the far south, where demon cultivation was most rampant.

The flying sword soared into the sky, but it was only suspended at a height of about 100 meters.

Even so, when Nangong Fan looked down, he couldn't help but be dazzled, he had no doubt that even if his physique reached the molten vein stage, if he fell from this height, he would only have the end of being crushed.

"Hold me tight. An indifferent voice rang out.

Nangong Fan subconsciously hugged the middle-aged man's body tightly, and at the same time looked at the scene below.

Sure enough, it was a palm-sized village, and all but the temple was full of low-rise bungalows.

Just this kind of scene does not analyze which side of the top ten states you are in now.

With a long sigh, his gaze was set ahead.

The ground rises upwards and in the distance there are hills, and further away are the real mountains.

It is on the edge of a mountain range. And now, driven by the middle-aged man, the flying sword bypassed the Receiving Divine Temple and was flying towards the depths.

Why go deep into the mountains?

Nangong Fan had endless doubts in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask easily. Let's not talk about whether this middle-aged man who has already shown his murderous intent will tell himself the truth, what if he gets impatient and directly throws himself into the wilderness?

Now he had to act carefully, not even daring to generate even the slightest evil thought, completely like a marionette, he could only follow orders and make movements.

The speed at which the flying sword moved forward in the air was not fast, but the sound of the turbulent wind still made Nangong Fan extremely frightened... If it weren't for this middle-aged man standing in front of him, he suspected that he would even be injured by the wind.

"What a painful realization!" Nangong Fan smiled bitterly.

"Roar!"

A terrifying sound exploded on the ground.

The middle-aged man's flying sword paused slightly, and immediately changed direction.

Nangong Fan's head buzzed in the sound of the sound waves, and the hands that were clutching the middle-aged man's waist were subconsciously released, if it weren't for the flying sword paused like this, he was afraid that he would fall directly.

When he finally recovered, his body already had a tendency to go backwards, and he hugged the middle-aged man's waist as steady as Mount Tai again and again.

Faintly, he also heard the middle-aged man's scolding voice, "How did this stupid tiger run out of the depths?