What appeared in front of Zishou was a temple three inches high and three inches wide, shining with holy radiance.

Take a closer look, there is actually a world in the hall, about ten zhang high, with a radius of forty miles, which is equivalent to a small city.

"All the temples, this is the magic weapon refined by Hong Yi, the son of the era, and it is indeed infinitely useful!" Zishou muttered to himself.

The temples, from the world of "Yang God", are the king of an artifact, and their power is naturally extraordinary.

"I am the king of the people, the emperor of the human race! Chapter 116: The Temples, the Glory of the Sons! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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