Ming Qian'an's strength is such a powerful god king, a senior god king, a strong man who has reached the late stage of the god king, trembling all over at this moment.

The white wings spread out and enveloped the circle.

There seems to be an invisible force that obliterates those disturbing scavenging birds, and the divine power of light turns into a terrifying force, erasing all existence.

"Did Ling Xin betray the Pantheon? The first time he returned to Yan, he deliberately came to confuse my attention, and the second time he tested my attitude, "After all, Ming Qian'an is the hall master in charge of all the branch halls of Dayan, not an ordinary god king.

He restrained himself and did not lose his temper.

After analyzing, Ming Qian'an shook his head, "Ling Xin is greedy and frivolous, but after all, he is the god king of the temple, the existence of the free side, and he does this kind of thing, he is self-isolation from the temple." ”

The members of the pantheon will be able to gradually return to themselves after the higher gods, and they will mature a lot.

Breaking through the realm of the God King, it is also a high-level existence in the entire Pantheon, and the resources that can be used are extremely huge.

It's eminent status.

Even if one is thrown into a Terran power, will others believe that the God King will really be allegiant?

The god-king himself is one of the masters of the Pantheon, and naturally stands on the side of the Pantheon.

The importance of the Sacred Land lies not in the present, but in the future, a prospect that can gradually phase out the Terrans, or even package, in the name of constantly improving the foundation of the Terrans themselves.

This is a step in the qualitative transformation experiment.

With several improvements, the amount of god's blood that has been transformed has decreased, and the character of the godborn is also within a controllable range.

Moreover, a new ecology of the Protoss has been constructed, and the advantages in the early stage can greatly erode the ecological niche of the human race, and gradually replace it.

At present, there are only two places that are similar to sacred places, one in Dayan and one in the Fengyun Dynasty.

The model of the Hallow is only the first step, and it is necessary to gradually evaluate the number of people and the various manifestations of encounters with foreign enemies.

There is still a long way to go.

But there is no doubt that this path is the right path.

The path of the Pantheon is simpler, and it can cultivate a high-ranking god in thirty years, although it is the best among hundreds of thousands, it is still faster than the cultivation path of the human race.

Much faster.

Maybe the human race can be stronger in a certain realm, but the god race is more in a single realm, and even can reach a higher level at the same time.

The true god is the first step, and it is necessary to explore the path of the god-king.

The supreme god is not in consideration, because that kind of realm cannot be cultivated in a short period of time, and involves deeper secrets.

Ming Qian'an believes that Ling Xin is not stupid, he may not know as much as himself, but he should also have some guesses.

Many powerhouses in the Pantheon even poured a trace of their gaze into the Supreme Dragon God, "He returned to Yandu and left for less than a day, could it be that someone slaughtered the city at this time?"

Ming Qian'an rejected all possibilities, and in the end, there was only one result left, "This idiot!"

Ming Qian'an's figure flashed, and he came to the most important hall in the city, his face gloomy.

With a wave of his hand, the light divine power swept away everything, and the white light divine power was in stark contrast to the completely collapsed ruins.

"What kind of monster is this, some divine blood is not left, there is no divine breath at all. Ming Qian'an looked at the blood, but he couldn't see any breath of the Protoss.

He didn't know what he thought, and his expression became even more ugly.

He swept away the debris of the building, and at the very bottom there was a large array of shattered formations.

Ming Qian'an's light divine power was injected into it, and it was quickly repaired, and the big array lit up, and after recovery, it directly absorbed the black evil operation, and a trace of phantom flickered in it.

It was a magnificent hall, and it was the scene not so long ago.

For a moment, a male true god could be seen doing something to a female god son, just before the statue of the supreme dragon god, as if looking for excitement.

Ming Qian'an's expression was difficult to see the extreme, and a trace of light divine power was injected into his hand to bring time closer.

The effect of this great array is to record some information, not only this hall, but almost all the temples in the dynasty.

There are similar formations within the Divine Palace, which is a necessary formation for the Pantheon to build the Temple.

Because there are always some people who, for various reasons, may not be used to the Pantheon, and then do something.

However, the extracted images can only be within half a day.

An hour ago, a short and fat young man with a bloody shadow appeared all over his body, he had red hair and red eyes, and he was swearing, but every punch was terrifying, and when he reached the central temple, there was no one to resist.

He directly destroyed the main hall.

"Massacre. It's really heartbreaking. After reading it, Ming Qian'an's expression became even more gloomy.

He went to the rest of the halls, and finally found the place where he started, starting from the Xicheng side, "Wang Xiaochuan, it seems to be out of control?"

Ming Qian'an saw the guy named Wang Xiaochuan flying from the sky, bringing up a bloody shadow.

After seeing the holy place, the whole person was not good, and he yelled for everyone to run, he was losing control.

Then in the next second, it was to kill while scolding, which was very terrifying, and the belligerent Yuan Fei was directly killed by a punch.

All the images are finished.

The gods of the Sacred Land resisted at first, but in the end they fled.

No one resists at all, it's a massacre.

And the blood demon named Wang Xiaochuan became more and more excited the more he killed.

"This bunch of waste!" Ming Qian'an snorted coldly.

After watching all the images, his eyesight was very strong, and he directly found that this blood demon named Wang Xiaochuan had taken a shortcut, so that it lost control, and then slaughtered the sacred land.

Ming Qian'an secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the light divine power exploded, and a figure appeared in the air ÷ condensed in the air.

A short, fat, somewhat obscene and evil blood-colored figure.

He stared at it for a while, with killing intent and ease, and even more nervous, "That person is out of control, and after absorbing a huge amount of divine blood, I am afraid that the most terrifying mutation will occur." ”

Ming Qian'an, the god king, didn't know what to say when he thought of that terrifying effect.

There are hundreds of kinds of divine blood in a sacred place, and the amount is even more incalculable, no matter how huge the energy is, what monsters can be nourished in the end, even he can't estimate.

"The bad news is that the Sacred Land has been destroyed. ”

Ming Qian'an continued to analyze and grasp the priority of the matter, "The good news is that the person who slaughtered is obviously not sane, and he may not necessarily remember this incident. ”

"No, prepare for the worst. I didn't see him sober up, maybe he sobered up after the massacre and found the signs of the Sacred Land. ”

Ming Qian'an is not a person who likes to attribute the results to accident, "But it's nothing when he is sober, when this powerful force spreads out in his body." ”

Ming Qian'an's expression was cold, it was impossible for that person to survive.

The best result is to explode, and the worst result is to turn into a monster.

He thought of one thing, "Why is there no news for such a peak powerhouse of gods and demons." ”

He thought again, "The style of slaughter when it gets out of control is impossible for a living person to deliver the message." That is, because the temple was attacked by many human powerhouses in the early years, it had the habit of arranging a large array of traces. ”

"Good news for me as well. ”

Ming Qian'an showed a smile, "The sacred land was destroyed, Ling Xin escaped, I can completely shift the responsibility to him." It's just that I'm the person in charge of the temple in Dayan, and I can't escape punishment. But after the massacre, I had first-hand information. In such extreme circumstances, the reaction of these godborns is valuable. ”

"And the man is going to die, and the news here cannot spread. If this secret is not revealed, my punishment will be minimized. ”

"No, no. Since that person is bound to die, it can be said that Ling Xin neglected his duty of guarding because of his greed, and let Wang Xiaochuan, a madman whose cultivation was out of control, take advantage of the situation. Then Ling Xin fled and betrayed the temple. It's me. found out in time and killed Wang Xiaochuan to avoid the leakage of news. ”

"Yes, yes. In this way, not only did I have no fault, but I also had merit in not letting this secret spread, reducing the risk of exposing the Terran bigwig, and also obtaining valuable information. ”

"Not good!" Ming Qian'an's expression tightened, he understood the reason why Ling Xin returned to the royal capital,

That man is in the royal capital!

His heart seemed to be caught, and if that person got out of control in the royal capital, or exploded, there would definitely be another turmoil.

Ming Qian'an rose into the air, and just as he was about to leave, he looked at the sacred place, and the light divine power turned into several light clusters, which were directly injected into the surrounding volcanoes.

Boom! Boom!

Successive fires erupted, lava flowed, and the terrifying forces of nature converged in the valley to ÷ books, erasing all traces of the existence of the Sacred Land.

After doing this, Ming Qian'an headed in the direction of the royal capital.

Wei Long avoided Ling Xin's gaze and walked around the ordinary residential area again.

He hid his aura and slowly finished his costume change.

In fact, there is nothing, just control his muscles and bones to return to their natural state, and then take back the deliberately rendered qi and blood, and then the evil qi formed by his thirty years of bloody battles is also included in his body.

Wei Long touched his double chin.

Although most of the divine blood contained in the sacred land is ordinary divine blood, it is abundant.

He silently felt some of the Infinite Bone Inscriptions in his body, and Wei Long was silent.

Earlier, he himself had assessed that after the God and Demon Body, the Transformation Factor of the Protoss was of little use to him, at most he could strengthen the Divine Miracle of the Infinite Bone Inscription, and he could not regenerate other Divine Phenomena.

After a lot of divine blood practice.

It's so fragrant again.

The divine blood of the Protoss is not only useful for the transformation factor, but also the power of the chaotic attribute of the distortion factor can also temper the Wuji bone inscription and increase the attribute restraint power of the Wuji power.

Divine blood used to provide transformation factors and body energy, but now even the distortion factors that were to be erased before are useful.

Wei Long shook his head, dispelling the regretful thoughts in his heart.

Ask yourself, if you find a holy place again, will it be a report or a massacre?

The night was slightly drunk, the building was full of spring, Wei Long finished changing clothes, and returned to his original peerless assets, but he put away all his breath and covered his existence.

"Come on, uncle!"

A somewhat crisp voice, I saw a few girls dancing with incense fans, shaking and shaking.

Wei Long was stunned, he looked up, only to find that he had unconsciously come to somewhere.

When we see the words rough waves, we can no longer think of the sea, which means that we have grown up. Wei Long touched his nose, "Is this the capital?"

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