Chapter 595 : Grand Finale: The End of the World (7)
The gap had just opened half a person's width, and Fen Hun's figure had already flashed slightly and was about to get in. Immediately afterwards, the cracks in the mountain began to slowly close.
Seeing the situation, Qing Kuang let out a sharp shout. When the flying dragon under him heard the order, it flapped its wings and made a whoosh sound, speeding up like a meteor. When he reached the door of the crack, he turned to one side and flew forward before the crack closed.
And advance.
Inside the volcanic cave, it was as bright as day. All around, there was boiling magma, like a huge furnace.
Qing Kuang and Lei Zhu's master and servant landed gently on the ground, got off the flying dragon, and walked forward cautiously.
Burning Soul stumbled towards the furnace hall and threw himself at the empty and spacious throne in the center.[
"The Holy King...the Holy King...the subordinates are back!"
Burning Soul's ecstatic voice echoed in the furnace hall. Because he was too excited, while climbing the steps, he missed a step and fell to the ground.
But he ignored his embarrassment and crawled towards the throne.
On the throne, a bald man covered in white robes slowly opened his eyes, as if he was awakened from his breath adjustment by the soul-burning cry.
On the contrary, when the man on the throne saw Burning Soul running towards him, there was no trace of joy on his face. His face, which showed no emotion or anger, was as cold as a statue.
"Useless trash! You fell into someone's trap and introduced a powerful enemy into the headquarters... Alas!"
The bald man murmured to himself and sighed heavily.
In the past five years, he has looked much older.
"Wha...what?"
Fenhun's face was ashen and his eyes were wide open. When he turned to look eagerly, a strong force suddenly rushed towards him and instantly lifted his body several feet away.
Fenhun let out a scream, and his body fell heavily on the stone ground. He rolled a few times and almost fell into the hot magma.
When he turned around and looked again, the Holy King had already stood up from the throne and slowly came down the steps. Apparently, he felt that his body was blocking the road just now, so he just waved his sleeves and had thrown himself far away.
All around, there was a sound of rapid footsteps, as dense as raindrops. In just the blink of an eye, the hall of Nuoda's temple was already filled with masked warriors in white robes.
Each of these temple warriors has a special mark on their robes. Compared with the temple warriors in the capital of Nanzhao, they are more powerful. They are the top among the senior warriors in the temple.
, shouldering the heavy responsibility of protecting education.
Directly in front of the Holy King's gaze, the figures of two women were walking towards him calmly.
"Welcome to the Temple of Light! Feng Qingkuang, this is your real home... you finally found it! Oh... and Lei Zhu, it's hard to imagine that you are still alive!"
The strange and eerie voice of the Holy King sounded in the empty stone cave, making the air buzz.
Qingkuang and Lei Zhu, the master and servant, stood in front of the Holy King with their heads held high.
Qing Kuang looked around with his eyes. His originally light blue eyes, illuminated by the fiery red magma, now became greedy and blood red, like wild beasts.[
"The Temple of Light... Huh! Holy King, no matter how much light and heat you have, you can't hide the coldness and darkness in your heart!
The Temple of Light is no longer worthy of its name! You are not worthy of inheriting the mantle of ancient human geniuses!"
Qing Kuang looked directly at the Holy King and shouted proudly.