Not to mention you and Feng Qingkuang, even if you are ten Aojunxie, I will not take it seriously! From the moment you handed over the artifact before entering the spiritual illusion, this ending was already destined!
How can the secret knowledge of the Bright Temple be accessible to ordinary warriors like you vulgar Fengyun Continent! Now, you can go on your way with peace of mind!
Together with these ruins, you will be buried on the ground forever and never see the light of day. Soon, Fengyun Continent will be occupied and controlled by the Temple of Light. All warriors from Fengyun Continent’s sects will become slaves of my temple.
Provider of spiritual power!
Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest, since the world is going to return to human control, of course it should be the Temple of Light, you are just passing by on this continent!"
Suo Wenming laughed wildly with pride, as if he had already seen the scene of Fengyun Continent being completely occupied by the Templars in gorgeous and dazzling white robes. To read the novel, go to www
"Now, hand over something that doesn't belong to you at all, those six fantasy stone tablets!"
Suo Wenming ordered coldly.
"Don't even think about it!"
Ao Junxie gritted his teeth and roared.
With a hiss, the sword light flashed on Ao Junxie's chest, and the red-robed man on the ground let out a painful scream.
Ao Junxie's chest had been cut with a long wound by the sharp red dragon sword tip, the weapon that originally belonged to him. Bright red blood slowly seeped out.
However, there was no trace of the fantasy stone tablet at all.
"Hand it over!"
Suo Wenming let out a violent roar, flicked his wrist, and with a swish sound, another long crack bloomed in Ao Junxie's chest.
Still no sign of the stone tablet.
"Even if I chop the three of you into pieces, I still have to find the stone tablet!"
Suo Wenming roared angrily, and in the palm of his hand, the purple spiritual light became brighter and brighter, burning like a flame.
The dark red Red Dragon Sword in his hand was raised high above his head.
Just when he was about to fall, his waist suddenly tightened. When he looked down, Mu Liufeng suddenly rushed forward and hugged his body tightly.
"Let go! Mu Liufeng! Do you want to die?"
Mu Liufeng still just hugged Suo Wenming tightly, with no intention of giving in.
"Go quickly! You all go quickly! We must not let the stone tablet fall into the hands of the Temple of Light!"
Mu Liufeng shouted loudly at the defenseless Ming Qianhe, Aojunxie and Qingkuang.
Ming Qianhe and You Aojunxie looked at each other, their faces extremely anxious for a moment.[
Although this may be their only chance to escape from the underground palace, if they really want to abandon Mu Liufeng's life and death and escape by themselves, they cannot do it no matter what.
The red dragon sword in Suo Wenming's hand was raised over Mu Liufeng's head. With just a slight drop, Mu Liufeng would be killed immediately.
However, after a stalemate, he saw that among the three injured people on the ground, none of them really wanted to escape.
The raised sword actually slowly fell down. Suo Wenming had a look of extreme pride on his old face and shook his head gently.
"Ha... pathetic weaklings! pathetic compassion and morality!
Mu Liufeng, don't bother! Did you see that the three of them have no intention of making you a martyr! It's a luxury for you to die with honor!