The gods they had worked so hard to invite actually asked Xia Qingchen...... Get on your knees!

And keep calling each other the Dustless God King?

Isn't that an ancient god-king who has been dead for thousands of years?

Xia Qingchen closed his eyes and smiled, not knowing whether it was self-deprecation or loneliness: "After a thousand years, there are still people who remember me!"

Hear the words.

The Peach Blossom God blinked, looked at the top of his head, and immediately turned into a beam of light and rushed to the sky, preparing to flee back to the sky.

She can foresee that on the top of the stars, among the gods, there will be a monstrous wave!

Because, thousands of years ago, the god-king ...... It's back!!

However.

The beam of light rushed above the temple, and she was bounced back by an invisible force.

The peach blossom god's face turned pale, and he looked at Xia Qingchen with infinite fear rising in his heart.

Xia Qingchen's eyes were calm: "Although I have been dead for thousands of years, my divinity is not something that you can challenge with a small projection." ”

What distinguishes the rank of the gods is divinity.

Xia Qingchen has been dead for a thousand years, and most of his divinity has been lost, but how can it be compared with a small projection.

In the temple, divinity can play an infinite role.

For example, why do many temples that can't accommodate Xia Qingchen and will crumble and crack?

That's because his divinity is still there.

Through divinity, it is also a matter of devotion to prevent a lowly projection of divinity from leaving.

The Peach Blossom God was terrified, and said with sincerity: "Dustless God King, it was not me who harmed you back then, you have a debt and a master......

Xia Qingchen waved her hand and interrupted her: "I came today, not to settle accounts with you, but to find them." ”

With a finger, he pointed at the temple master.

The Peach Blossom God breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The Peach Blossom God is willing to serve the Dustless God King!"

The temple master and the others were so frightened that their hearts beat to their throats.

The peach blossom god they invited is going to deal with them in turn?

The power of the gods, they are only like ants, how can they resist?

"No need!" Xia Qingchen took out the meat worm and slowly stepped forward: "Some people, I want to kill them myself!"

Looking at the terrifying little worm, the hall master of the temple screamed in fright: "Young Master Xia, for the sake of me being a believer in the Frost God King, forgive me once......!" I'm also bewitched by the son of the Feathered Dragon!"

The Peach Blossom God sighed silently, who is not good to mention, why do you want to mention the Frost God King?

Really.

Xia Qingchen said lightly: "Then, you are going to die even more!"

With a squeeze of its palm, the fat worm screamed and unleashed a violent mental attack.

Yes!

This time, the Lord of the Temple was in danger of being attacked at close range.

His seven orifices instantly spurted blood, and in the miserable pain, he fell to the ground softly, and died so much that he could no longer die.

The surrounding high-level people were so frightened that they were all broken!

The hall master actually died like this?

Xia Qingchen swept his eyes at them coldly, and said coldly: "You guys, the same!"

Ordinary temple members may still be innocent.

The high-level must be on the same line as the Feather Dragon!

Soon!

The screams in the hall rose and fell one after another, and the upper floors fell to the ground.

At this point, the hall master of the Tianyueling Temple and a high-level cadre were all destroyed.

Finally, Xia Qingchen looked at the Peach Blossom God.

The latter's eyes rolled, as if she was thinking about something, and she could see that it seemed that Xia Qingchen's strength was very poor at the moment......

To deal with a few ants, you need to use the power of the Soul Eater God Worm.

"As for your ......" Xia Qingchen looked at her lightly: "I don't want Ningshuang to know that I'm still alive." ”

The Peach Blossom God was immediately and sincerely afraid: "I am willing to keep it a secret and never reveal the whereabouts of the Dustless God King." ”

"Well, then this projection will be extinguished, and with the power of your deity, you can rebuild it in ten years. Xia Qingchen said indifferently.

How could Xia Qingchen let her go back?

Once the projection returns to its original form, the Peach Blossom God will know everything that is happening in this temple.

At that time, the entire Jiuxiao will cause an uproar, right?

For Xia Qingchen, who has not yet returned to the top, it is a curse rather than a blessing.

"Ahh

Xia Qingchen looked at her: "Ten breaths of time." ”

She had ten breaths to finish what she wanted to say.

The Peach Blossom God froze and said, "Actually, the Frost God King has been thinking about you all along, and I saw her tracing your portrait alone......"

As he spoke, the Peach Blossom God suddenly couldn't speak.

Because a terrifying divinity struck, wrapped her, and then crushed it fiercely.

"Ahh......h

said that she would be given ten breaths of time, why did she do it after two breaths?

She thought she could impress the Dustless God King.

Xia Qingchen looked at the fluorescent fall after the Peach Blossom God projection shattered, and his expression was cold and ruthless: "Those who disturb my heart, don't stay!"

Thousands of years ago, the sword of the Frost God King had been cut off.

If anyone tries to interfere with his revenge with feelings, he is doomed to disappoint!

If you don't kill the frost, you won't be a king forever!

This is his determination!

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The statue of the Frost God King had a crisp and muffled sound inside, which was because it couldn't withstand the long-term suppression of Xia Qingchen's divinity, and finally collapsed.

Xia Qingchen glanced at it one last time, and turned away ruthlessly.

The moment he stepped out of the temple, the idol of the Frost God King burst open in half and smashed to the ground.

The head of a huge idol rolled on the ground.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or providence, the corners of the two eyes of the statue are stained with a line of blood.

It's as if the frost is crying......

Xia Qingchen went all the way down the mountain, and the moment he left the sacred mountain, there was a loud sound of the sky crashing behind him.

The sacred mountain, which had stood for thousands of years, collapsed.

The smoke and dust are shocking, and the turbidity waves are rolling, setting off Xia Qingchen's lonely back!

At that time.

In the depths of Mengze, a trade road.

Several people chased after each other.

The one who was chased was not a bystander, it was the flowerless of Fengyin Temple!

Fengyin Temple was slaughtered by Poison Yangzi, and even the host, all of them were killed, and only Wuhua escaped by luck.

He has always tried to make a comeback and seek revenge on Xia Qingchen.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

Instead of restoring the Fengyin Temple, he was targeted by the people of the Dark Moon and forced to ask about the whereabouts of the Buddha relics in the Fengyin Temple.

Wuhua was extremely embarrassed, with shocking injuries all over his body, and turned his head and said, "I said, I don't know where the Buddha relics are!"

However, a group of Dark Moon powerhouses at the level of World-Hating Immortals didn't believe it at all.

"Joke! You are the only survivor of Fengyin Temple, and you are the favorite disciple of the Liuqing host, do you know where the Buddha relics are hidden?"

The ball exploded on the spot, shooting out countless fragments that blew Flower's back to shreds.

He let out a cry of pain, and was smashed into the mud by the impact, and his mouth was full of mud.

Then, the Darkmoon man stepped forward and stepped it into the swamp mud with one kick.

Wuhua is angry and sad, the young host of Fengyin Temple back then has actually fallen to the point where he is now.

It's really a tiger falling in Pingyang and being bullied by dogs!

A world-hating immortal twisted his neck, shook his hand and slapped him in the face twice: "Cheap thing!

Wuhua is sad and angry in his heart, and he can't wait to die so as not to be humiliated and live in the world!

It seems that God has mercy.

A sword light slashed from behind them without warning, and the world-hating immortal at the end was caught off guard and had an arm cut off.

(End of chapter)