At the beginning, Long Yue and the Star Soul peeked into the financial resources of the monsoon smoke and wanted to build the stargazing tower with it, and the monsoon smoke also provided enough funds as they wished, during this period, although the star soul guarded against the monsoon smoke everywhere, but in terms of the strength of the monsoon smoke, the star soul could not prevent it at all, and the monsoon smoke had already felt all the situations in the stargazing tower.

As early as when Monsoon Smoke rushed to the land of the Demon Swamp with the ancient dragon, he had secretly sent Gong Zhengyu to lead a group of elites of the Huaxia Kingdom to lurk in the Thrall Empire, sealing the crystals containing poisonous gas in the thirteen stargazing platforms one by one and burying them deep underground.

Now, there is nothing left in the thirteen stargazing towers, only thirteen empty towers.

Monsoon Smoke's words were like a thunderbolt, smashing Crowe's chest, he couldn't believe that even his last bargaining chip was completely disintegrated by Monsoon Smoke.

Anger and despair piled up in Crowe's chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth!

"Impossible...... This can't be ......" Crowe staggered to his feet, he couldn't believe that he had planned a plan for thousands of years, and victory was in sight, how could he destroy it so easily......

Crowe tried to struggle, but a figure suddenly flashed in front of him, and before he could react, a cold light suddenly flashed.

In the next second, Crowe's head fell from his neck without warning, and a large amount of blood spurted from the wound!

Flowing Fire stood in front of Crow's corpse, sword in his hand that had severed Crow's head, and let the hot blood splatter all around him.

Death, which eventually took Crow.

He had been planning for many years, but he was defeated by the monsoon smoke and fire, and he was afraid that until the moment he died, he didn't realize why he had been defeated so miserably.

With Crowe's death, the conspiracy that had shrouded the temple for thousands of years collapsed.

Flowing fire swords the enemy, understand the wishes.

In order to ensure that there were no remnants of sin, Ji Fengyan and others deliberately searched the temple.

The messengers of the temple were dead, but in the temple they found a large number of children in the monsoon smoke.

Those children were all excellent world destroyers cultivated by the temple, and their bodies were fused with the blood of the demon clan, and tens of thousands of people were locked up in the cells under the temple.

The eldest of these children was no older than ten years old, and they had been kept in the temple since childhood, and what awaited them was a cruel and bloody upbringing, and endless battles.

"Queen, what are you going to do with these children?" Ling He looked at those ignorant and restless little world destroyers, and his heart couldn't help but feel sour.

Although the temple has been destroyed, the harm caused by the temple has not completely disappeared.

What will happen to the Destroyers who have been cultivated by the Temple once the Temple's conspiracy is exposed?

Monsoon looked at the children, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped forward and took the hand of a young girl who looked to be only seven or eight years old, thin and small, dirty, curled up in a corner and shivering.

"Don't be afraid, will I take you out?" Monsoon Smoke lowered his voice.

The girl nodded timidly, and Ji Fengyan directly hugged her in her arms, and turned her head to the people of Huaxia Kingdom: "Take them back to Huaxia." ”

Everyone was stunned, but they quickly took action, put away their weapons one by one, and picked up the bewildered children.

"You want to take them in?" Flowing Fire walked over to Monsoon Smoke and said.

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