Author: Fantasy will lose weight

After stomping his feet, Wang Jingzhu put away his spear, ran to the gate of Haotian Temple, and raised his hand to slap the gate. "Is anyone? Open the door!"

Mu Chen laughed: Wang Jingzhu is so angry that he is demented? He actually called the gate of Haotian Temple.

The door slowly opened to both sides.

Mu Chen was shocked: Wang Jingzhu really asked to open the door of Haotian Temple.

Wang Jingzhu was also shocked: She was not surprised to see that the gate of Haotian Temple was clearly two doors, opening inward and outward. However, it actually retreated to both sides!

A sacred land light was projected from the temple gate, which made Wang Jingzhu unable to open his eyes. She subconsciously raised her hand to block the light.

When she got used to the fiber optics, she found herself in the Haotian Temple, with a statue of god in front of her?

She glanced at the statue, looked back and saw the door closed behind her.

She is really in the temple.

Mu Chen widened his eyes. He clearly saw the gate of Haotian Temple open, but a light pierced, and he couldn't help but blink. When he opened his eyes again, the gate of Haotian Temple was closed well.

Wang Jingzhu, who was originally standing in front of the door, disappeared.

Bang bang bang bang!

Everyone fell to the ground like dumplings.

Mu Chen was awakened by the continuous impact and looked up at the sky.

The light column that connects the sky and the earth disappears without a trace.

——Don’t ask if you ascend quickly.

Mu Chen sighed in his heart, and heard Mo Wen roaring angrily.

"Bastard! Bastard! You ruined my ascension path! Ah - you ruined my ascension path!" Mo Wen roared and drew his sword to slash at the crowd.

But he was kicked away soon.

Most of the attendants brought by Mu Chen are Nascent Soul cultivators. Don’t ask a Jindan monk how to be their opponent?

Mo Wen failed to ascend, and the man completely collapsed. He completely ignored the current situation. He felt no pain. He got up and took his sword to chop people. He was quickly kicked away again.

He got up again and took his sword to chop, and was kicked away again.

...

After repeated many times, Mo Wen was already scarred and bleeding from his orifices, but his eyes were still red. He shouted; he could fall even when he walked, but he had to fly with his sword.

He looks very crazy and vicious.

Changsheng and Changsheng tried to dissuade them at first, but they didn't dare to get close after being stabbed by Mo Wen.

Seeing this, Mu Chen was worried that Mo Wen would be beaten to death. Those who had drunk him would not allow them to take action again.

Then it became Mo Wen, who was stumbling and dragging his sword to find someone to beat him, while others were hiding from him.

"Where is my girl?"

After not paying attention to him, Xiaosheng finally found that his master was missing.

Mu Chen pointed to Haotian Temple. "She should have gone in."

So, everyone rushed to the gate of Haotian Temple and tried to open the door in various ways. Slap, push, pry... and then they started kicking and chopping with swords...

Mu Chen did not move, stood behind the altar and watched a new farce silently.

Haotian Temple cannot be opened from the outside, it can only be opened from the inside.

This is a rule that every descendant of Haotian knows.

Before today, Mu Chen always thought that this was a ridiculous rule. No one could enter the Haotian Temple, so how could he open it from it?

Today, Mu Chen knew, this sentence was correct.

Wang Jingzhu looked at the bounced light curtain coldly. She was about to look at the statue of the god in front of her, and the light curtain suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her way.

"Dear Haojie residents, given that you exudes the rich Haotian Holy Light, the Haotian Palace Affairs Administration recognizes that you are the faithful apostle of Haotian and solemnly issues the following tasks to you: great, glorious, sacred, supreme, and supreme

The god, Hao, temporarily lost his self-consciousness due to irrefutable reasons. The divine body fell into a small mundane world called "Ji Yue" and was seriously damaged... Before God lost his self-consciousness, he had predicted this disaster

, various arrangements have been made, including arranging the task of releasing divine body offerings. Accept? Reject?"

Wang Jingzhu was relieved: Just say, who is so bold and dares to pretend to be Haotian! It turns out that it is the Haotian Palace Affairs Management Bureau!

Wang Jingzhu knows this organization.

Haotian was missing for 20,000 yuan, but during this period, Lie Tian, ​​the son of Haotian, appeared, and Fu Sheng, the disciple of Haotian, appeared. They are all functions of the Haotian Palace Affairs Management Bureau.

The host of Haotian Palace Affairs Administration is a god-level puppet - Jinge Pavilion. It is similar to the intelligent brain in mechanical civilization, but it is a cultivation product.

In his previous life, Wang Jingzhu met the Golden Pavilion in the heavenly realm and knew that this was a loyal "system" without any attacks. He didn't expect that she also had the function of "mission NPC".

Ignoring the tasks she posted, Jingege will not be angry. The fact is: this person has no emotional system.

Wang Jingzhu was silent for a while, bypassed the light curtain, and chose to ignore it.

It’s nothing to refuse Jinge Pavilion, because I’m afraid that the gods of the Haotian system think that she looks down on Haotian, that would be awful.

accept?

The memories of the previous three lives reminded her: the affairs of gods are rarely mixed with mere mortals.

She was just very strange, how could there be Haotian Shenghui on her body?

It must have been made a mistake.

She is the best friend of the Queen of Heaven in her previous life. Of course, she supports His Majesty Lietian, so how could she be the loyal apostle of Haotian!!

As Wang Jingzhu guessed, the light curtain disappeared after it was delayed from receiving a response.

The statue of God... doesn't look like a statue of God at all.

This is a child, about two or three years old.

Little bald head.

Wearing a plain linen dress.

"He" has been sitting here for many years, but it is clean and spotless. His little bald head is shiny, as if he had just washed it.

Wang Jingzhu raised his hand and touched it, and the maiyi turned into ashes.

Ashes fell, the "skin" exposed by "his" was as clear as jade, and the touch was warm, like the skin of a living person.

If it weren't for "his"'s wide-open eyes, no matter how Wang Jingzhu pinched his face, his eyes would have changed, and Wang Jingzhu would have thought he was a real person.

"The statue of Haotian? How could it be the image of a child?"

Wang Jingzhu looked at this smooth and smooth child, thinking that he had shaken the clothes on his body into dust, so he searched in the Laogong space and finally found a small suspender vest and used it as a dress for the "child" to wear it.

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Looking outside, it is clearly a second-hand courtyard.

Wang Jingzhu walked around but did not find the second room again.

Maybe she didn't find a way to enter other rooms?

Or is this Haotian Temple originally a space with illusion function. When you look outside, you see illusions. In fact, it is just such a lonely hall.

"Haotian's temple, this needs to be studied carefully. There must be a law of space in it."

Wang Jingzhu sighed, then took out a RV from the Laogong space and threw it into the hall.

As the RV landed, the entire hall seemed to be a little wider.
Chapter completed!