The high priest of punishment and the holy son went to the sacred mountain. The high priest of Guangming had not returned from his trip. The only person he did not want to kill was Ming Che, who was also in the palace at the moment. In this city, no one could stop his upward steps.
Step by step, go up the steps.
He killed ten people in one step, and every step he took would crush the steps under his feet.
A total of nine hundred and ninety-nine steps were crushed by him. In the footprints that were deeply sunk into the gravel, the red snow and blood gathered together to determine whether it was blood or snow.
Stopping in front of the golden temple at the top, Mingyue turned and looked behind her.
In the dim night, red snow almost covered the entire holy city. Before, it was a city with glorious golden walls, but now it was in a mess.
However, these still couldn't make him feel better even a little bit.
He hates this city, always has.
However, he knew that it was not time to destroy the city yet.
Only this time, there was a feeling of depression that kept suffocating in his chest, almost making him unable to breathe.
He originally thought that this city was gambling his heart, but now that the city has been destroyed, why does he still feel unable to breathe?
Could it be that it's just because that person is no longer here?
Retracting her gaze and staring at the golden-domed temple in front of her, Mingyue slightly raised her long eyebrows and punched fiercely.
When the punch comes out, the wind rises.
In mid-air, the falling white snow seemed like countless sharp knives, following the wind of his fist, it hit the highest hall of the holy city in front of him.
In mid-air, a piece of purple energy rushed out from the temple like a wave and collided with Mingyue's fist wind.
boom!
There was a loud noise, deafening.
The strong wind rolled up Mingyue's silver hair and black robe, but he still stood firmly in place like a mountain.
Two figures landed silently in front of the temple.
These two were both around fifty years old, with the same skinny faces, but they were wearing spiritual silver battle robes.
The real masters of the temple are all in the Holy Mountain, but it does not mean that there are no masters in the Holy City.
These two old men in silver shirts were the ones guarding the Golden Roof Temple. They sensed everything in the Holy City and did not act rashly because their mission was to protect the Golden Roof Temple until Mingyue came to the front of the temple.
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Staring at the bright moon standing in front of the palace, both of them had a look of surprise in their eyes.
They naturally recognize the Sixth Prince of the Ming Dynasty and the legendary reincarnated Dragon God.
But, how could this loser Liu Wang, who was incompetent in martial arts and inexplicable in mysteries, be so powerful?!
"What do you want to do?!"
Mingyue frowned, the anger in her eyes getting stronger.
Without taking action, he waved his right hand straight away.
In the slender white palm, the blood-colored spear appeared silently.
Seeing the spear, the expressions of the two silver-robed old men changed dramatically, and they simultaneously said in shock, "Overlord Spear? Are you..."
Mingyue waved his hand and stabbed out the spear. Obviously he only thrust out one hand and one spear, but it seemed as if the spear split into two instantly and stabbed the two people's vital points at the same time.
The shadow of the gun is like a rainbow.
The two of them didn't have time to say what happened next, because there was already a blood hole in their throats, and no one could make a sound after their throats were pierced.
The spear and the sword connected, and the long sword flew out with a buzzing sound. Two figures appeared, grabbed their swords in mid-air, and at the same time, they stepped forward and stabbed Mingyue in the back of the neck and back of the heart respectively.
The two guardians of the temple fell together. The Punishing Priest and the Holy Son went to the Holy Mountain. The Guangming Priest did not return from his trip. The only person he did not want to kill was Ming Che, who was also in the palace at the moment. In this city, no one could stop his upward movement.
pace.
Step by step, go up the steps.
He killed ten people in one step, and every step he took would crush the steps under his feet.
A total of nine hundred and ninety-nine steps were crushed by him. In the footprints that were deeply sunk into the gravel, the red snow and blood gathered together to determine whether it was blood or snow.
Stopping in front of the golden temple at the top, Mingyue turned and looked behind her.
In the dim night, red snow almost covered the entire holy city. Before, it was a city with glorious golden walls, but now it was in a mess.
However, these still couldn't make him feel better even a little bit.
He hates this city, always has.
However, he knew that it was not time to destroy the city yet.
Only this time, there was a feeling of depression that kept suffocating in his chest, almost making him unable to breathe.
He originally thought that this city was gambling his heart, but now that the city has been destroyed, why does he still feel unable to breathe?
Could it be that it's just because that person is no longer here?
Retracting her gaze and staring at the golden-domed temple in front of her, Mingyue slightly raised her long eyebrows and punched fiercely.
When the punch comes out, the wind rises.
In mid-air, the falling white snow seemed like countless sharp knives, following the wind of his fist, it hit the highest hall of the holy city in front of him.
In mid-air, a piece of purple energy rushed out from the temple like a wave and collided with Mingyue's fist wind.
boom!
There was a loud noise, deafening.
The strong wind rolled up Mingyue's silver hair and black robe, but he still stood firmly in place like a mountain.
Two figures landed silently in front of the temple.
These two were both around fifty years old, with the same skinny faces, but they were wearing spiritual silver battle robes.
The real masters of the temple are all in the Holy Mountain, but it does not mean that there are no masters in the Holy City.
These two old men in silver shirts were the ones guarding the Golden Roof Temple. They sensed everything in the Holy City and did not act rashly because their mission was to protect the Golden Roof Temple until Mingyue came to the front of the temple.
.
Staring at the bright moon standing in front of the palace, both of them had a look of surprise in their eyes.
They naturally recognize the Sixth Prince of the Ming Dynasty and the legendary reincarnated Dragon God.
But, how could this loser Liu Wang, who was incompetent in martial arts and inexplicable in mysteries, be so powerful?!
"What do you want to do?!"
Mingyue frowned, the anger in her eyes getting stronger.
Without taking action, he waved his right hand straight away.
In the slender white palm, the blood-colored spear appeared silently.
Seeing the spear, the expressions of the two silver-robed old men changed dramatically, and they simultaneously said in shock, "Overlord Spear? Are you..."
Mingyue waved his hand and stabbed out the spear. Obviously he only thrust out one hand and one spear, but it seemed as if the spear split into two instantly and stabbed the two people's vital points at the same time.
The shadow of the gun is like a rainbow.
The two of them didn't have time to say what happened next, because there was already a blood hole in their throats, and no one could make a sound after their throats were pierced.
The spear and the sword connected, and the long sword flew out with a buzzing sound. Two figures appeared, grabbed their swords in mid-air, and at the same time, they stepped forward and stabbed Mingyue in the back of the neck and back of the heart respectively.