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"This is the voice of the Lord of the Poseidon Temple. Who is His Majesty the Lord of the Poseidon Temple?"
"The Master of the Poseidon Temple is one of the three major leaders in the sea area and the emperor with the highest status. Who else can be the His Majesty that the Master of the Poseidon Temple calls him?"
Arty Blue Devil's loud shout caused an uproar in the crowd. Being called His Majesty by the most powerful emperor in the sea made everyone wonder who this Majesty was.
Could it be that there is someone in the sea whose status is more noble than the master of Poseidon Temple?
"Could it be that the previous master of Poseidon Temple didn't die?" Someone speculated.
"This is impossible. Even if the previous palace master is still alive, he is only called the old palace master and cannot be your majesty." A strong man immediately denied it. He was a fifteen-star strong man. , has profound experience and has a certain understanding of the internal systems of the three major temples.
Suddenly, an ancestor of the top power in the crowd seemed to have thought of something, his face suddenly changed, and he lost his voice: "Since ancient times, only the gods of our sea clan in ancient times are qualified to become your majesty. Could it be that the great sea god has not fallen? , and has lived to this day.”
"What, the great Poseidon is not dead. This is impossible. It has been a million years since ancient times..."
What this ancestor of the top power said shocked countless people around him, and everyone had an incredible look on their face.
"That's good. What the master of the Poseidon Temple said just now means that the Poseidon is currently undergoing a resurrection ceremony. The two masters of the Tianling Temple and the Jiao Temple are doing their best to prevent the great Poseidon from resurrecting." There was another sixteen-star in the crowd. A super powerful man spoke. He was also the ancestor of a top family. He had a look of horror on his face and was shocked by this shocking news.
"Oh my God, His Majesty the Great Poseidon is not dead. This is really unbelievable."
Many people exclaimed in amazement that one of the four most powerful beings who surpassed the Holy Emperor in ancient times, Poseidon, did not die and has survived from ancient times to today. This news was like a shocking thunder explosion to the entire sea area. It will set off a huge wave in the sea.
Thousands of miles away, the master of the Jiao Temple held two thunderbolts and was about to throw them out when the roar of Arti Blue Devil suddenly came from the distance. This made the expressions of him and the master of the Tianling Temple change. If Yadi were allowed to With the arrival of the Tilan Demon, it will not be so easy for them to kill the king of the turtle clan and destroy the resurrection ceremony of the sea god.
Although Arti Blue Devil is young, his strength is not weak. Even in the hearts of the masters of the Jiao Temple and the Tianling Temple, the strength of Arti Blue Devil has begun to be described as unfathomable, even in their heyday. Against Artie Blue Devil, there is absolutely no guarantee that he can win, not to mention that both of them are injured now.
"You go and hold that little bitch, and leave the affairs here to me." The master of the Jiao Temple said solemnly, with murderous intent in his eyes.
The master of the Tianling Palace did not hesitate at all, and immediately rushed towards Arti Blue Demon. Various formation flags appeared in his hands. He threw the formation flags into the air, and the formation flags immediately disappeared in the void. disappeared in it.
The next moment, the space around Arti Blue Demon shook violently. In an instant, her figure disappeared and she was trapped by the formation.
The master of the Tianling Palace knew that this formation alone could not defeat Arti Blue Demon. He did not stop with his hands, throwing out various formation flags one after another, and set up eight major formations in the shortest time. The power is very astonishing and can be used to deal with powerful emperors. Among them, there are even terrifying killing formations that are not weaker than the Nine Dragons World Destruction Formation.
Seeing that Arti Blue Demon was successfully trapped, the master of the Tianling Palace breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself: "These formations are ineffective against Jian Chen, and I don't believe they are also ineffective against you." Originally, many of these formations were for swords. It was prepared by Jian Chen, but after the master of Tianling Palace saw that the formation was ineffective against Jian Chen, he turned to use it on Arti Blue Demon.
On the other side, the master of the Jiao Temple stared at Jian Chen with a ferocious smile on his face, and was about to throw out the two thunderbolts in his hand.
However, Jian Chen's movement was one step faster than him, and the Purple Ying Sword under his feet instantly turned into a normal size and appeared in his hand, turning into a purple light and shooting towards the Lord of the Flood Dragon Temple.
The speed of the purple light was really too fast, and the distance between Jian Chen and the master of the Jiao Temple had increased. The master of the Jiao Temple didn't even have time to react. The purple light came in front of him and swept his palms away. Cut it off.
Jian Chen conveniently took out two thunderbolts from the broken palms of the master of the Jiao Temple, and calmly returned to his previous position.
A pair of palms were chopped off, Jiao Temple let out a muffled sound, and his face instantly turned a little pale. At his wound, there was a trace of purple light flickering, and the remaining sword energy was shining brightly on his wound, giving him It brought severe pain, causing the muscles on his face to twist.
Blood sprinkled down from high in the sky. A large amount of blood sprayed out from the severed wrist of the Lord of the Dragon Temple, and a bloody rain began to fall in the sky.
This is the blood of the Holy Emperor. Every drop of blood contains powerful energy fluctuations. For ordinary warriors, it is a rare treasure in the world.
This time, Jian Chen did not waste any time. He took out a big gourd from the space ring and collected all the blood in it.
The master of the Jiao Temple looked at his bloody wrist with a horrified expression. His eyes were as wide as copper bells, and his face was full of disbelief, mixed with an inexplicable sense of fear.
"This is impossible, this is not true." The master of the Flood Dragon Temple lost his voice, looking at Jian Chen with a look full of fear, and he retreated continuously.
Jian Chen stood on the Purple Ying Sword again, holding two God-Hunting Thunders in his hand and looking at them non-stop. Immediately, a faint smile appeared on his face and said: "It's really surprising, I actually got two such high-level Thunder Gods. Lei, the Jiao Temple is indeed an ancient force that has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years."
The face of the master of the Jiao Temple was full of horror. He stared at the Ziying Sword at Jian Chen's feet and said in horror: "This is definitely not your own strength, Jian Chen, what is the sword you are using?" what."
Jian Chen put the two Heaven-shattering divine thunders into the space ring with satisfaction, looked at the master of the Jiao Temple, and said: "This is the fairy sword I just refined. With these two fairy swords, I can kill the Holy Emperor like To kill the ants, Master of the Jiao Temple, please use whatever means you have."
The face of the master of the Jiao Temple was pale. He stared at the purple and green swords. A trace of greed flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared. Then he turned around and ran away, not daring to stay any longer.