Chapter 895: The Temple Destroyed (Ask for Subscription, Reward)

The impact was violent. A huge black hole appeared directly in the sky, turbulent currents rolled, and the wind howled.

With the black hole in the sky as the center, it spreads in all directions.

The violent vibration waves blew all the cultivators on the scene to the ground, and some cultivators who had cultivated to the first point were even directly blown away by these vibration waves.

If it weren't for the quick eyes of the cultivators next to them and grabbed them, it is estimated that they would have been blown away long ago.

The two huge palace magic weapons collided, as if the sky was collapsing, and the surrounding sea level rose directly thousands of feet high, and the tsunami rose instantly.

All the cultivators, whether they were Eastern cultivators or Western Temple forces, all exerted their own mana and made defensive means to resist this powerful tsunami.

The impact on the heavenly dome was so fierce that the golden brilliance burst out from the magic weapon of the Flying Immortal Palace, and the magic weapon of the temple was swaying and flying out in the distance after being hit.

And it is accompanied by the sound of cracking, like a big stone being thrown on the ice, producing the sound of cracking.

There were scattered pieces of rubble falling from the temple building.

On the one hand, the cultivators had to resist the tsunami, and on the other hand, they also had to prevent the "meteorite" from hitting their heads.

Seeing this, the hall master, who was dressed in a coarse white robe, suddenly became embarrassed, gloomy and angry, raised his hands, and tried to control the temple building from flying away.

The Yin Owl's eyes stared at Gu Bei, and he asked in a cold voice, "What kind of magic weapon are you, and why is it so hard?"

"Not worth mentioning!"

Gu Bei told the truth, an immortal treasure magic weapon like the Flying Immortal Hall was indeed not worth mentioning.

If Gu Beixuan was to be selected, he would rather continue to use his Immortal Slashing Sword, or the Ah Nose Sword in Long You's hand, either of these two pieces would be much stronger than this Flying Immortal Hall magic weapon.

After finishing speaking, Gu Bei had already controlled the magic weapon of the Flying Immortal Hall again, and he roared and slammed into the temple building that was gradually stopping.

"You dare!"

The hall lord in coarse cloth and white clothes looked angry and scolded loudly.

This temple building, but thousands of years ago, the previous generation of hall masters left him can be called the supreme existence of magic weapons.

It is also a symbol of the power of the Western Temple.

If it is really destroyed, the symbol of the Western Temple will be gone.

It's like two countries at war, if even the flag falls, then the army is defeated.

The hands of the hall master in coarse cloth and white emitted a strong holy white light, acting on the temple building, moving the temple building and flying quickly to the side.

However, how can this kind of temple building driven by mana be compared to the magic weapon driven by consciousness.

Gu Bei only needed one thought, and the magic weapon of the Flying Immortal Hall immediately turned around and chased the temple building frantically again.

Rumble!

Rumble!

The sound of tremors was endless, the tsunami was rolling, and even the monks who had cultivated to a low level were directly involved in the aftermath, and their bodies were shattered on the spot, and their bodies were gone.

And the temple building, after being hit, a large area of stones and materials fell off, and they fell from the sky one after another, so it was not miserable.

In a short time, the temple building, which was still imposing just now, has become unrecognizable, with broken eaves and broken walls, like a thatched toilet that has been in disrepair for tens or hundreds of years.

Even if the hall master used his mana to move the temple building and avoid the collision of the magic weapons of the Flying Immortal Palace, he still couldn't protect it.

After another ferocious impact of the Flying Immortal Palace's magic weapon, the temple building finally couldn't withstand the tremendous force, and collapsed with a bang, and the dust and smoke rolled in the air, like a large exploding mushroom cloud.

The grief-stricken and angry Lord of the Coarse Cloth White-clothed Hall looked at the temple building where the sky was shattered, and his eyes burst out with a strong killing intent, and he was holy and compassionate, and he never saw it again.

And at this time, his mind also recalled what the golden magic weapon of the Flying Immortal Hall was?

Ten thousand years ago, there was a battle between the Eastern and Western cultivation worlds, and the Western Temple was defeated, wasn't it because of an extremely powerful magic weapon?

And the magic weapon is like a palace, but it can be big and small, and it is extremely hard.

At that time, many Western cultivators were killed or injured by the palace magic weapon, and the casualties were extremely heavy.

It is precisely because of this that the previous generation of Western Temple Hall Masters united all the elders and Dharma protectors and devoted themselves for hundreds of years to refining magic weapons such as temple buildings.

For this reason, the previous generation of hall masters, as well as dozens of elders and Dharma protectors, all died, and poured this temple with their blood.

It was to defend against the very powerful Flying Immortal Hall magic weapon in the east again.

"This ...... in your hand Is it the Flying Immortal Palace?"

The hall master who was clothed in coarse cloth and white finally looked at Gu Bei with horror and let out a shocked voice.

He was already sure that it must be the magic weapon of the Flying Immortal Hall that had defeated the forces of the Western Temple ten thousand years ago.

"Are you from the Flying Immortal Palace?"

The Lord of the Coarse Cloth White-clothed Hall asked again.

"This gadget is indeed the Flying Immortal Palace, but the deity is not a person from the Flying Immortal Palace! The deity is the deity and is not affiliated with any force!"

Gu Bei stood proudly and said indifferently.

The words are plain, but they are full of contempt and rebelliousness.

Like, that's how he should be!

Hearing Gu Bei admit that this powerful magic weapon was the Flying Immortal Palace, the hall master's heart immediately sank to the bottom.

With such a powerful thing in his hands, what is he going to do to fight with others.

Even if he still had something in his hand, it could be very powerful, but if the other party used the Flying Immortal Hall to attack, he would not be able to save the lives of all the Western cultivators on the scene.

But when he heard that Gu Beifei was a person from the Flying Immortal Palace's forces, the hall master was slightly stunned: "Since you are not a person from the Flying Immortal Palace's forces, why do you want to wade into this troubled water?"

"There is no other, because the deity is a Chinese. ”

Gu Bei snorted lazily and stretched out his hand to point at those Eastern cultivators, "They respectfully call the deity the co-master!"

"The co-lord is mighty, the co-lord is mighty!"

All the Eastern cultivators below raised their weapons or arms, and shouted in unison.

The momentum is earth-shattering!

Even the base areas of the people were destroyed, and the base camps were destroyed, which naturally made all the Eastern cultivators feel a burst of excitement beyond words.

At the same time, he supported Gu Bei, the co-master, even more.

"Okay, the sea breeze here is so strong, it's uncomfortable to blow, you and I don't need to continue to fight!" Gu Bei stretched out his hand to stop the shouts of the Eastern cultivators, and said indifferently towards the hall master, his tone was particularly impatient.

He was a god who was supported by everyone in the Western world, and he was so despised by a small Eastern monk, and the hall master was immediately furious.

The right hand stretched out, and a dazzling holy white light came from the sky, instantly turning into a two-meter-long sword, and the handle was engraved with a pair of "Jesus Hanged Cross".

This is the sword of the Holy Spirit, the sword of God, and it is the thing left by the first hall master, and it is extremely powerful.

"Okay, let's have a good time today!"

The hall master spit out the words coldly, and his spirit was high, his clothes and robes were bulging, and even the long hair and curls on his head were fluttering.

(End of chapter)