"Brother Mingguang, what the hell are you talking about!

Facing the questioning of his former friend, Ming Guangliu's eyes were almost bleeding tears, and he gritted his teeth and looked at a few figures on the altar, and he didn't linger at all:

The killers you sent must have told you that we had died at the hands of the criminals Huang Tianqi and others, right! But you would never have imagined that those criminals who hated the temple to the bone have become the life-savers of our useless tools this time!"

"Hahaha!"

With Ming Guangliu's words, another figure rose on the city wall, his whole body was wrapped in black spiritual light, his body was burly, and his smile was uninhibited, it was Du Zhu, the strong man of the human race in the iceberg tribe, who came to Ming Guangliu's side with a big smile:

"Pope Lao Pifu, you are really not a fucking human! A person who has followed you for tens of thousands of years will have feelings even if he is a dog, and he will kill him if he says it! If it weren't for Ye Xiaozi not letting us follow him back, even Lao Tzu would never have imagined that you would be such a shameless person to the extreme!"

The audience was silent.

Although everyone recognized this later human as one of the Terran criminals back then, compared to this, the information revealed in Fang Cai's passage was even more amazing.

It sounds like Ming Guangliu was killed by someone, but was saved by the human race?

The story of what happened here is terrifying to think about.

And after the news broke out, the lethality was more like a sharp sword that slashed people's hearts, stabbing fiercely at the first priest Na Luoran who had an overview of the overall situation on the opposite side.

Swish.

A cold wind blew in the air, lifting the golden-patterned robe that Naloran was hunting, but it didn't change the slightest smile on her face:

"Huh. General Mingguang, I'm really saddened. Naroran's voice was full of sympathetic sorrow: "How could the most glorious and upright general of the Holy Guard in the temple fall with the demon head sinners...... General Mingguang, have you forgotten how this person beside you poisoned the world and caused trouble in the spiritual realm back then?"

"Hmph! Na Luoran, put away this face of yours!" Ming Guangliu said with resentment and tears: "After so many things, I really have to wonder if what Ye Zhiqiu did back then was right or wrong!"

As soon as these words came out, it was like a steel needle that stirred up a nerve, and it instantly pierced Na Luoran to put away the smile on his face, and the endless killing machine surged out in an instant.

"Presumptuous!"

Swish.

Na Luoran's hands staggered in the air, and a long wooden scepter came out, if anyone had seen the battle of the Ice Valley of Death before, they would definitely be able to recognize this golden scepter, it was the earth god soldier who suppressed everything in the hands of the Four Emperors - Yao Chenhuan!

How can it be!

The pupils of Du Pressure and Ming Guangliu shrank suddenly.

In the hands of the temple, there is more than one earth divine weapon?

In an instant, Naroran's scepter was already aimed at the door of the two of them, and a golden light that tore everything apart seemed to be like a world-destroying beast opening its bloody mouth and rushing in front of the two.

"Be careful!!"

Some of the people below who were friends with Mingguangliu couldn't help but exclaim.

But just when the golden light was about to shatter the figures of the two people, a colorful spiritual light suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, and the world-destroying golden mang was firmly stopped, and at the same time, an arrogant voice scolded unceremoniously:

"Rub you Na Luo Ran a little bitch! 20,000 years ago you weren't a thing, I didn't expect that now I don't want any more discipline, today you Kun Ye is here, I see who can move half of their hair!!"

A palm-sized square iron box struggled to fly out of Du Pressure's arms, and there was an angry face spitting on the strange screen on the front, and endless spiritual light emanated from its body, protecting Du Pressure and Ming Guangliu firmly.

Ten directions!!

This time, Naloran really changed color.

Unexpectedly, Ye Zhiqiu's divine soldier really reappeared!

This is really important news that they missed before.

"Everyone, do you see? This is the Divine Temple!!" Ming Guangliu roared even more indignantly at this moment: "This is those sanctimonious temple sacrifices! Seeing that they keep talking about benevolence and tolerance on weekdays, they can't let me, a holy guard general who has fought bloodily for ten thousand years, finish his words!"

At the scene, the cold wind became more and more cold, accompanied by the sound of bright light and accusations, extinguishing the war in the hearts of many people.

"Also, let's look at them again!"

With a wave of his hand, thousands of golden rays of light flew out of the city wall over there, and it was a holy guard warrior wearing golden armor.

They came into the air, and without saying a word, they took off their armor, revealing the faces of many of the Holy Guard warriors that were very familiar.

"That's Shi Zhongkui, the comrade who enlisted with me back then!"

"That's Shuiwuhe, I know!"

"That's Captain Niu, my old squad leader back then!"

"Oh my God, you see, they are ...... It's all wounded!"

The people exclaimed, and saw one of the warriors in the air come out, and roared with tears in his eyes at Naroran, at the light:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty,

He pointed to a knife mark on his body, which stretched from his left shoulder to his lower abdomen, almost cutting his whole body open, so shocking.

"Why! Lao Tzu prays under the statue of the mother goddess every day, Lao Tzu dreams of embracing the glory of the mother goddess, and the people that Lao Tzu believes in the most are you sacrifices in robes, but why the fuck is that you sacrifices almost killed Lao Tzu with a knife! Why!!"

"Why!"

Behind him, more than a thousand holy guards let out a roar in unison, like an irrepressible rage, burning through the entire sky.

Ming Guangliu took over in a cold voice: "Just because we didn't die in the Ice Valley, right? Just because we saw through the true face of that shameless person of the Four Emperors, right!, we must die, so we must not come back alive to expose the true face of you temple priests, right!!"

He turned to face all the holy guards below, especially at the ink scales who had not spoken in the crowd: "General Mo, brothers, wake up, they just treat us as machine puppets, tools without brains, think about how tired you have just become, but they are a little merciful and distressed? They are not worthy of being the messengers of the Mother Goddess, the real Mother Goddess, on our side!!"

The crowd was completely in a commotion.

The holy guards are not stupid, and even some of them have already felt the strangeness of the temple sacrifices, and Ming Guangliu's accusation today seems to have opened the door called 'doubt' in everyone's hearts, shaking the hearts of thousands of people.

However, the temple side naturally would not allow this trend to continue to spread.

An old and wise voice rang out:

"My most loyal and wise warriors of the Holy Guard. Listen to the teachings of the Mother Goddess......"

Swish.

In an instant, the golden light was overwhelming, and the Sanskrit sound covered everything.

The supreme supreme of the temple, the strongest god stick in the Spirit Continent, Guang Wuxu has finally officially appeared.