The Mar Temple is located on the top of the majestic navy blue mountain range. It is made of huge rocks and is the entrance to the ancestral world of the heaven. It is simple and sacred, and it is intimidating to look at.
Mar is the name of the great ancestor of light.
Fengtian was walking alone on the ridge of the Mar Mountains, with dead grass, black rocks and ice and snow beneath his feet, and the cold wind howled like an animal roaring.
The temple is right in front of you, majestic but lonely, with no one guarding it.
The sky above was shrouded in divine light, and a divine cord could be faintly seen running across the north and south like a Milky Way.
Dressed in red and wearing a veil, she looked so light and weak, incompatible with the desolate and atmospheric environment around her.
The body is either there or not, it is illusive and hazy.
It is the power of "nothingness" in the twelve phases of destiny that always shrouds her to cover up the secrets and aura of her body and avoid the perception and calculation of the ancestor.
In today's universe, people at the level of Tianzun and half-ancestors choose to live in seclusion and practice hard at all costs.
Waiting for the next big change in the universe.
Master Murong was born with ninety-fifth level mental power. He stood on top of the seventy-two-story tower, monitoring heaven, hell, and the sea of stars in all directions. Logically speaking, Fengtian needs to hide himself more secretly, but he received a message not long ago.
The letter made her reveal her true form and came to the Temple of Mar.
"Come to the Mar Temple and see you soon."
An eight-character letter.
It was written with Zhang Ruochen's blood.
"If the dust falls, this crown will replace the Phoenix crown." This sentence is enough to defeat all the rationality in Fengtian's heart. She is no longer the cold-blooded death god, and she also has warmth in her heart.
How could she not come after seeing this blood letter?
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The door of the Mar Temple opens to the north, as deep as the whirlpool of hell, swallowing up all spiritual power and soul thoughts.
Fengtian walked along the stairs and walked in slowly.
The space in the temple is in the shape of a square, very high and wide, and is dedicated to the top gods of the heaven world. There are thousands of them, large and small, in different shapes, including angels, elves, dragons, titans, dwarves... and so on.
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In the center of the south stands a thirty-six-foot-tall angel stone statue with thirty-six wings on its back.
Under the stone statue, there is a slim woman in colorful clothes. She has a slender figure, shimmering sunlight, and pointed ears. It can be seen that she comes from the elves.
It's just a back view, but it can definitely satisfy everyone's imagination of a peerless beauty.
Fengtian recognized her, and his eyes froze under the veil: "So it's you who brought me here."
Afya retracted her gaze from examining the thirty-six-winged angel stone statue, turned around, looked at Fengtian standing at the door, and said with a smile: "Do you know that the blood letter was not given to you by Zhang Ruochen?"
The sound is crisp and extremely pleasant.
Feng Tian said: "If Zhang Ruochen is still alive and hides in the paradise world, he will show up directly to meet me instead of leading me here."
Obviously Fengtian has doubts about the authenticity of the previous Zhang Ruochen.
"You knew it might be a trap, but you still came. So brave. Feng Caiyi, you didn't disappoint me. You deserve to be the master of the Temple of Destiny. Today, among the female monks, you can be ranked among the top five. In terms of courage and courage, Shi Ji
You and I are both inferior to you." Afya did not hesitate to praise her.
"Are you saying that I am more likely to act impulsively? I am not as cautious and forbearing as you are? It doesn't matter."
Fengtian took out the brocade with eight words written in blood, waved it and threw it out, saying: "Where did you get his blood?"
"He gave it to me." Afya said.
Feng Tian said: "Do you think I will believe it?"
The temple is very wide, and the two women are hundreds of feet apart. Every conversation can be faintly echoed.
There are no lights in the temple.
They are the two brightest lights.
Afya's long hair exudes the radiance of clouds, her facial features are exquisite, her skin is like the sacred jade forged by the ancestors, and her temperament is moist and tender. She said: "Guess, how do I know that you are hiding in the Temple of Light?"
Of course Fengtian knew the reason.
It was Zhang Ruochen who showed up earlier to cut off all the divine ropes in the sky, but he provoked Lord Murong.
After Master Murong took action, Fengtian intentionally rushed out of the heaven world to help Zhang Ruochen. It was at that time that the secret and aura leaked out.
"I don't like guessing riddles, so I might as well be more direct. What do you want to do?"
Fengtian didn't like Afya. If it weren't for the current cooperative relationship between the Hell Realm and the Corpse Nightmare faction, she wouldn't even bother to waste time here.
Afya said: "The power of the seventy-two-story tower has been witnessed by the Lord of Feng Palace. If you want to fight against it, you must gather all the Nine Cauldrons. I am following the orders of Ancestor Nightmare to find the Lord of the Palace and obtain the two Cauldrons of Light and Destiny."
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"Isn't the First Queen here a little early? When the Nightmare Ancestor finds the other seven cauldrons, the master of this palace will send two cauldrons to help him."
Fengtian felt the hostility in Afya.
The Cauldron of Light and the Cauldron of Destiny are not ordinary things. Is there such a demand for them?
What Afya said can no longer be called presumptuous, it is simply an open robbery.
Afya smiled at the corner of her mouth: "It is not difficult for the Nightmare Ancestor to gather the Seven Cauldrons. Because after Zhang Ruochen's death, the Hong Cauldron, the Wu Cauldron, and the Zhou Cauldron all fell into his hands, plus the Dark Cauldron and the Dark Cauldron in the hands of the Dark Lord.
The original cauldron already has five cauldrons..."
"What did you say?"
Fengtian's eyes squinted, the chill of death leaked from his body, and every inch of the Mar Temple was covered in frost, and he said: "The Hong Ding and the Wu Ding are in the hands of the Corpse Nightmare?"
A pair of flame-burning elf cicada wings spread out on Avya's back, melting the death frost around her, and said: "Didn't I make it very clear just now? Of course Zhang Ruochen died in the hands of the corpse nightmare, otherwise how could I have him?
Blood? That’s the answer you want!”
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
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The twelve gates of destiny unfold in the twelve spatial realms around Fengtian.
A crown of victory appears on his head, and he holds good luck and good fortune in his hand.
Instantly entering a fighting state, the coldness was a hundred times worse than before.
Afya remained calm and composed, leaning on the stone platform, saying: "That battle has nothing to do with me, I am just stating a fact."
"You brought me here just to explain a fact?" Feng Tian said.
Afya looked at Fengtian walking over step by step with beautiful eyes: "Of course it's more than that! My way has entered a bottleneck. If you want to hit the ancestor, you must have a great opportunity."
"Inlaid on the victory crown is the ancestral divine source of Wu Zuchi. This is what I must take."
"Feng Caiyi, you have to admit that your qualifications and understanding are not the best. Half Ancestor is your ultimate realm. Even if Ming Zu passes on his entire life cultivation to you, he will at most send you to the peak of Half Ancestor.
, you are still no match for such amazing people as Tianmu, Seventy-two Grade Lotus, and Haotian."
"But if you and I can become one, and take the cultivation of you, the Ming Ancestor, and the Demon Ancestor for three generations, and add my body for two lives, then the first ancestor can be expected."
"When the time comes, you and I will be one and the same, and we will both be prosperous. Why should we surrender to the Corpse Nightmare? We hold the Nine Cauldrons. If we advance, we can compete with the gods. If we retreat, we can join hands with Zhang Ruochen. At least we can be invincible."
Afya, Seventy-two Grade Lotus, and Shiji Empress are all extremely beautiful, but with their abilities, they can only reach the peak of the Half Ancestor.
The only one who can surpass them in terms of foundation, aptitude, understanding, and state of mind is Tianmu.
Chi Yao can only be counted as half because she has half of the foundation, which was forged with the help of Zhang Ruochen. With the world environment, resources and materials in the Kunlun world at that time, it was impossible to cast the foundation of the first ancestor.
If Zhang Ruochen had not handed over his cultivation foundation to Chi Yao, converted to Wuji, and practiced along the original route, he would have been restricted to a certain realm.
Two people can only fulfill one.
Fengtian said: "I understand! Do you want to use the forbidden technique of corpse transformation to refine me into your body and take away the power of my third life?"
"You and I both have flaws, but we can complement each other. This is the only way for us to get out of the chessboard and break away from our identities as chess pieces," Afya said.
Feng Tian said: "You should know that this palace master hates hypocrisy the most. If you want to fight, be more cheerful and start now."
"If you can suppress me, you can do whatever you want."
"If you are not my opponent, then you should be careful! I used to be the God of Death, and I will never be merciful to those who dare to come and provoke the monks. You... are dead!"
Under Fengtian's feet, the space expanded rapidly, and a sea of gray corpses covering hundreds of millions of miles appeared.
The divine patterns flowed like lightning, and the wind of death spread densely.
Twelve Gates of Destiny, each with a height reaching the diameter of a star, respectively emit twelve different powers of life, death, misfortune, blessing, joy, anger, bad luck, good fortune, virtuality, reality, past and future.
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Obviously, Fengtian is still afraid of Lord Murong who is far away in the eternal heaven, so he wants to suppress the battlefield among the twelve gates of destiny.
What makes Fengtian secretly surprised is that even though the Sea of Corpses and the twelve Gates of Destiny support such a vast space of heaven and earth, outside the space, the Mar Temple becomes even larger.
Standing in the sea of corpses and looking up at the sky.
The huge boulders in the temple are like pillars of creation supporting the universe.
Avya said: "Feng Caiyi, you are very strong. If you were elsewhere, I wouldn't be able to keep you. But, this is the Mar Temple!"
"All the witch ancestors have sent their own power to this era. The Wa Palace of Emperor Wa, the Kongming Ruins of Emperor Xuan, the Demon Ancestor Ridge of Demon Ancestors, and the Dragon Nest of Ancestral Dragons. Do you know why Chi didn't send them to this era?
power to this era?"
Fengtian glanced at the thirty-six-winged angel stone statue and waited for Afuya to tell her answer.
Afya smiled mockingly and said: "Because, Wu Zuchi was intercepted before more than a thousand Yuanhui when he was sent to the Seraph Temple in this era."
"Intercepted by you?" Feng Tian said.
Avya shook her head: "I don't have that much magical power. At most, I can only be regarded as a chess piece of the Immortal. It is a tool cultivated by the Immortal to intercept the Seraph Temple and the Ancestral Realm."
"Using the ancestor as a chess piece?" Feng Tian said.
Afya smiled and said: "The Ming Ancestor is such a powerful being, but he still has to bow down and become the Ming Son of the Ming Ancestor. The immortal at his peak is enough to eclipse any ancestor in history. It will also make the Ming King the Great Lord unable to reach the sky.
Our tactics and sophisticated layout have severely damaged them one after another. Only in this era can we have a place."
Fengtian said: "So, the so-called Mar Temple is actually the Seraph Temple?"
"The first lives of Mal and Avya were monks of the same generation. The two are in a competitive relationship, which means that the immortal must cultivate the determination of an ancestor who majors in the way of light. Only by sensing light with light can we intercept the blazing light.
Temple of the Angels.”
Avya continued: "After the death of Avya's first life, Mal became the strongest man of that era and inherited the Seraph Temple, the Ancestral Realm, and of course the Cauldron of Light and the Blazing Halberd."
"He and the immortals behind him should have some plan to erase all traces of Wu Zuchi's existence. Therefore, Mal became the Great Light, and the Seraph Temple became the Temple of Mal."
Avya took out the blazing halberd, held it in her right hand, and struck the ground hard.
Suddenly, a gorgeous flame armor wrapped around her graceful body, making her whole body look like a radiant Valkyrie.
This is Wu Zuchi’s halberd!
The source of the ancestor of the witch ancestor Chi embedded on the halberd had long been dug out by Zhang Ruochen and embedded in the victory crown.
However, Afya has fused the corpse of her first ancestor and the source of her ancestors, and can mobilize the divine energy of her ancestors in her body to activate the blazing halberd, and her battle power will not be weakened much.
Avya's era was not too far away compared to other ancestors, with only more than a thousand yuanhui.
The corpse of the ancestor and the divine source of the ancestor still retain sufficient activity and power.
By harnessing this power, her combat prowess will never be inferior to that of a monk at the peak of her half-ancestor.
"Having said so much, I want to tell you that I have also obtained the Temple of Seraph, and I have also majored in the Way of Light to prove the ancestor. Here, I can mobilize the power of the ancestor world, and I can also mobilize all generations of the heaven world.
The regular patterns left by the gods are invincible to those of the ancestors."
Before Afya could finish her words, her aura had changed from the tenderness of tea to a fierce and domineering aura.
His eyes were like spears, burning the sky with flames.
"Whoa!"
The blazing halberd burst out with terrifying power that destroyed the star field, and shot through the air with one blow.
The Gate of Destiny blocking Fengtian looked like it was made of paper, pierced by a halberd.
The tip of the halberd blooms with light and brilliance, which is brilliant and dazzling, breaking through all the ways and means.
Fengtian used the power of the past and the future to construct a divine sea of time that spanned a hundred thousand years. However, not to mention blocking Afya for a hundred thousand years, he did not even block a single breath.
The sharp edge of the halberd reaches directly between the eyebrows.
"Bang!"
Jixiang Ruyi waved out and collided with the blazing halberd.
The power erupted from the two artifacts was like two rapidly moving worlds colliding together. Terrifying energy ripples spread out, shattering the veil on Fengtian's face, revealing a frosty jade face.
Jixiang Ruyi is definitely a first-class artifact, but compared with the Blazing Halberd, it is far inferior.
There was a "pop" sound.
Wishful thinking is broken.
Pieces of fragments flew out, some scratched Fengtian's cheek, and some scratched Afya's hair.
Fengtian used his body skills to avoid the blazing halberd.
How could Afya let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? She took three steps forward and used the strength of her soldiers to pierce Fengtian's vest. She wanted to hit her hard like piercing the door of destiny.
Fengtian moved sideways and struck out with his bare hands.
This palm mobilized the power of the Victory Crown, and the five fingers were wrapped in the divine light, like a white jade divine hand.
"boom!"
As soon as he made contact with the blazing halberd, a violent surge of power came, knocking Feng Tian away and causing blood to flow from his fingers.
After all, the physical body alone cannot take on a Chapter 1 artifact like the Blazing Halberd.
"The victory crown inlaid with the divine origin of the ancestor of the witch ancestor is really powerful. It will actually increase your combat power by a big level. If I wear the victory crown and hold the blazing halberd, I will have more than 50% of the light mysteries, even if I am not in Mal
In the temple, there is no longer any opponent under the ancestor."
Afya's cultivation level is very close to the peak of the Half-Ancestor, and her level is much higher than Fengtian's. Naturally, she has the confidence to say such a thing.
"Under the First Ancestor, can you beat Tianmu, Chi Yao? You have trump cards, and others also have trump cards. Right now, we still don't know who will win!" Feng Tian said.
"The way of light is the eternal way. The enlightenment of light is enough to overcome all the ways in the world."
Avya dances gracefully like a colorful butterfly. It seems slow, but in fact her movements are strange. Her speed is the same as the speed of light. She can also travel freely in the sea of time derived from Fengtian.
"Although the blazing halberd is powerful, how does it compare with the Tianding?"
Fengtian's eyes turned blood red, the colorful phoenix wings on his back spread out, the demon ancestor's shadow appeared behind him, and his power increased a lot again.
She held the ears of the Heavenly Cauldron, and thousands of thunderous phoenix cries erupted from her body. She stepped on the gates of destiny, and while competing with Afya in her mysterious body skills, she accurately captured the traces of the blazing halberd.
"boom!"
The arm was thrown out, and the Tianding collided with the blazing halberd.
The power of destiny and the power of light burst out, tearing apart the battlefield space constructed by Fengtian, and shattering the stone statues in the Mar Temple.
Fortunately, before Avya took action, she had activated the divine patterns left by the past gods of the heaven in the temple.
Otherwise, their battle fluctuations will inevitably be leaked.
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now.
The Xuejue patriarch, who transformed into "Jia Zang Tian", just walked outside the temple.
Seeing the temple shaking slightly, he suddenly felt an ominous feeling in his heart.
"Old guy, you are the half-ancestor, why don't you go in first and check out the situation?"
The leader of the Xuejue clan communicates with the immortal war god hiding in his divine world.
"You are a Heavenly Lord. Di Chen has left a lot of tricks for you. What are you afraid of? Don't worry, Feng Caiyi invited us to the Mar Temple. It must be for good reasons. Maybe it is to discuss carving up the ancestral world." Immortal.
The Way of the God of War.
The leader of the Blood Jue clan came to the main entrance of the Mar Temple and walked up the stairs step by step. He always felt that the stairs kept shaking, so he carefully took out the Blood Dragon Halberd.
Step into the temple.
This step feels like entering another world.
A void world with strong battle fluctuations and chaos, boundless, filled with all kinds of divine light, order and rules condensed into countless destructive storms.
The blood in the blood in the clan leader's body unconsciously accelerated its flow.
I saw two stunning women fighting in the void, fighting at close range. One had phoenix wings on her back, and the other had elf cicada wings on her back.
Their duel is both fierce and fierce, as well as the mysterious body skills and magical powers that are unique to women's fights. It is a combination of hardness and softness, and endless phantoms.
The leader of the Blood Jue clan had just figured out what was going on. He immediately raised the Blood Dragon Halberd. A ray of light fell on him, sending him flying out of the Mar Temple and falling thousands of miles away.
"Boom!"
The ground was shaken by the smash, and a huge crater appeared in the field.
"It's Afiya and Feng Caiyi."
After the leader of the Blood Jue clan roared like this, the Ice King and the Immortal God of War transformed into two rays of blood and flew out of the divine world, and flew back to the top of the mountain range in an instant.
The two of them summoned their warriors and rushed into the Temple of Mar without any hesitation.
Feng Caiyi is the master of the Temple of Destiny and one of the leaders of the Hell Realm. Naturally, the gods of the Hell Realm will advance and retreat with her.
With bloodstains hanging from the corners of his mouth, the leader of the Blood Jue clan returned to the outside of the Mar Temple. He glanced at the bright heaven and earth divine rope above his head, as if he could see Lord Murong sitting at the end of the divine rope.
A stream of spiritual power passed through him.
"It's been exposed anyway, so don't hide it anymore!"
The leader of the Blood Jue clan is eyeing the Mar Temple. The blood in his body is like a river. The body of the god is getting bigger and bigger. He is ready to overturn the temple directly and break Avya's geographical advantage. ()