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As a result, at the moment when Xia Qingchen's left foot stepped out of the threshold of the temple.

An unusually weird scene has appeared!

In the main hall behind him, the statue of the Dustless God King, which was fifty zhang high, suddenly exploded without warning.

The huge body was torn apart and splashed in all directions.

The entire hall shook violently inexplicably.

The pillars in the temple broke, and the entire roof collapsed.

The same scene also appeared in the twelve other halls where the statue of the Dustless God King was enshrined.

Without exception, the statues were shattered and the temples collapsed.

The scale of the Imperial Capital Temple was extremely huge, and the thirteen halls collapsed at the same time, as if a landslide and the ground cracked.

The trembling of the earth could be clearly felt throughout the imperial capital

The sound of thunder roaring in the sky was even more durable, echoing in the sky above the imperial capital.

The hall master who was in the main hall was hit by a fragment of the Dustless God King, smashed it on the spot, and flew out of the temple with blood spitting, narrowly avoiding the danger of being buried.

Looking at the shocking scene of thick smoke billowing in front of you and soaring into the sky.

The hall master's mind went blank.

What happened?

When the smoke clears.

His heart tightened, and he hurried to the backyard.

There, the sacred pagoda that had stood for many years had collapsed.

The only good thing is that the backyard is wider.

Mo Yuan and the others were fine except for being hit by the splashing pebbles.

Princess Tianyin lost her face and stared at the ruins in front of her in shock.

The temple that stood for hundreds of years was completely destroyed overnight?

What happened?

Is it the wrath of the gods?

After the hall master appeased Mo Yuan, he looked at the ruins and cried out sadly: "My temple!"

The temple, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, is suddenly in ruins!

The temple was destroyed by a mysterious force, and if the believers knew about it, they would definitely think that it was damned.

In the future, even if the temple is rebuilt, how many believers will dare to come?

It's just that what makes the hall master desperate is that he can't even rebuild the temple.

Because while cleaning up the site, the temple personnel tried to get a new spare idol.

However, as soon as they entered the ruins, the idol shattered.

Dozens of times in a row, without exception!

It's as if the area where the temple is located has become a cursed area!

When the idol comes close, it will crumble!

They won't know.

That's because as the hall master of the temple, he personally expelled the Dustless God King!

The god-kings were all banished.

How can the idol continue to be worshipped?

Once you come to the temple range, it will naturally shatter.

"What the hell is going on?" the temple master couldn't understand.

Suddenly, he remembered Xia Qingchen's words before leaving, persuading him to withdraw the expulsion.

And he didn't listen to the persuasion, and after insulting him again, it seemed that Xia Qingchen had predicted what would happen, and asked Prince Yunshu and the dog to leave quickly.

"Could it be that he's someone from the Dustless God King?" the temple master pondered.

However, this absurd idea was quickly put behind him.

Outside the temple, a mile away.

Prince Yunshu's pupils widened, and he stared at the collapsed temple in disbelief.

"Young Master Xia, you ......" He clearly remembered that Xia Qingchen had twice persuaded the temple master to retract his expulsions, and had a premonition that the temple would collapse, so he asked them to speed up and leave.

This is no coincidence.

Xia Qingchen stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the temple, and said indifferently: "False temple, false faith, what should collapse, sooner or later will collapse." ”

Once, Mo Yuan inadvertently revealed his true thoughts in his heart, he felt that the Dustless God King had died a long time ago, and it was not worth worshipping.

He is like this, and the hall master who is his father must be even more so.

A group of false believers, under the guise of the Dustless God King, swaggered and deceived the true believers.

The temple collapsed sooner or later.

It's just that the hall master personally expelled the Dustless God King and accelerated the collapse.

Prince Yunshu wanted to ask again, but Xia Qingchen had already turned around, looked at him, and said, "The throne, I'll fight for you!"

He owes the prince and the princess the love at the same time.

So choose not to help any of them.

But now, Princess Tianyin has severed ties with herself.

He had no worries.

Today's Shenxiu Principality, the contemporary monarch is mediocre and incompetent.

Princess Tianyin is short-sighted!

Only the prince of Yunshu is suitable to lead the Duchy of Shenxiu.

In the country and at home, Xia Qingchen should support Prince Yunshu.

"Thank you!" Prince Yunshu smiled with relief.

"Whether it succeeds or not, I thank you. Prince Yunshu said.

Qiu Qiu smiled: "Then you can put a hundred hearts, Lord Chen, your throne is stable!"

Xia Qingchen waved his hand and said, "I can only guarantee that I will join the Martial Dao Heavenly Palace." ”

The king's request is to compete in numbers.

At present, Prince Yunshu only has one possible person, Xia Qingchen.

There are three princesses of Celestial Silver.

"Hahaha, it's enough for you to have a heart!" Prince Yunshu didn't think that Xia Qingchen had the ability to enter the Martial Dao Heavenly Palace.

His Zhongchen Rank Six Stacks of cultivation may be powerful, but he is not yet taken into account by the Martial Dao Heavenly Palace.

It's just that he didn't know that Xia Qingchen had broken through to the seventh stack of Zhongchen rank.

And the overall strength is far superior to the top three of Shenxiu.

Nothing was said all night.

When Xia Qingchen returned to the Green Willow Courtyard, it was already late at night.

Days of drizzle finally turned into snow in the cold winter.

Falling to the ground, wet and slippery.

Xia Qingchen passed by a small bridge.

A blue-clothed girl with a yellow silk tulle scarf and a mask is holding an ink painting umbrella and fluttering in the snow.

The wind blew suddenly.

Raising the snowflakes in the sky, and also raising her long aqua blue dress.

A long black and beautiful hair, fluttering slowly.

The wind returns to the snow, and the beauty reflects the snow.

Too many beautiful things.

The wind blew, and the ink painting umbrella in the girl's hand was accidentally blown away.

It just so happened that Xia Qingchen walked up the steps of the small bridge and drew an umbrella to meet him.

He took it and grabbed the umbrella.

Just as they were about to return, two children frolicked and ran towards them from the bridge.

But the ground was slippery and could not be run.

One of the younger children, slipped.

Moreover, because of the center of gravity, it fell out of the bridge.

Xia Qingchen toes, flies over in one step, catches the child who fell into the air, and then jumps back lightly.

Putting down the frightened child, Xia Qingchen advised: "Go home." ”

Then, he returned the umbrella to the woman: "Your umbrella." ”

His eyes were calm, and he was not moved by the outstanding temperament of the woman.

Put the umbrella in her palm and pass by.

"The son is kind-hearted, brave and brave, and the slave family is grateful. Behind her, the girl in blue bowed and saluted.

Xia Qingchen didn't look back, and said indifferently: "It's easy, no need to say thank you." ”

Everything is just done from the heart.

When you die, you can save each other.

In danger, you can help.

The girl in blue silently watched Xia Qingchen leave, with a strange light in her eyes.

"Master, since you found him, why did you let him go?" Out of nowhere, a Buddha with a rosary in his hand walked out.

In the wind and snow, wearing a thin shirt and not afraid of the cold.

All the wind and snow, blowing three feet in front of him, turned into powder silently.

If Xia Qingchen is here, he will definitely be able to recognize that this is a sign of "one thought of gasification" only by a strong person in the small star position. 2k reading web