In the sky, a passage leads directly to the upper world.
At the end of the passage, a middle-aged man stood there with endless power. Even though they were far away, the monks in the secret realm could still feel the danger from him. That kind of power was simply despairing.
Everyone looked at Qingluo and couldn't help but feel a little curious.
Qingluo is undoubtedly powerful, so powerful that it makes people's hearts tremble. So who will be better than him and this middle-aged man?
Looking at the middle-aged man in front of her, Qingluo frowned and said, "Is this the Cangyun Realm?"
The middle-aged man said: "That's right!"
"Then who are you?"
"I am the envoy of the Judgment Temple, and I am stationed here under the orders of the Temple!"
Qing Luo raised her eyebrows and said, "Judgment Temple, what is that?"
"How dare you disrespect the temple!"
The middle-aged man's expression changed, and thunder was gathering behind him. A sword appeared in his hand, with countless thunder and lightning power flowing along the blade.
Qing Luo said: "Then tell me, what exactly is the Judgment Temple?"
"Ignorant woman, the entire Cangyun Realm is protected by the Temple of Judgment. No one dares to disrespect the temple. It seems that you really want to die, then I will help you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man slashed out with his sword.
A ray of sword light came straight towards Qingluo.
But the sword light was still dozens of meters away from Qingluo, and then it automatically disappeared.
The middle-aged man was stunned.
Qing Luo stretched out her right hand, and a sword fell into her palm.
The sword was almost transparent. She swung it casually and the sword came out. The next moment, a middle-aged man had a sword stuck in his forehead.
The middle-aged man was nailed into the void.
who I am?
Where am I?
What's wrong with me?
The middle-aged man's physical body began to be destroyed, leaving only his soul body in place. There was panic in his eyes. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape at all.
Was he killed?
He looked at Qingluo and couldn't believe it at all.
Not only him, but everyone below also looked at this scene stupidly.
No one doubted the strength of the middle-aged man, but in front of Qing Luo, he still looked so weak.
Of course he is not really weak, but Qingluo is too strong.
This kind of power is almost invincible, and it is simply unreasonable.
Anyone in front of him can be defeated with just one sword.
It seems that killing anyone is so easy for her.
"Do you think you are strong?"
Qingluo said calmly: "Okay, now you can call someone, call the most capable person in your temple! Or, you can tell me where the temple is and see if I can destroy it with one sword."
sweat……
The middle-aged man's soul was trembling. He asked stupidly: "Who are you? You can't be from the lower world!"
Qing Luo frowned and said, "Either die or call someone."
"good!"
The middle-aged man crushed a transmission note in his hand and flew directly into the void of the upper world.
"Those who challenge the temple will not end well."
He said coldly.
Qingluo didn't speak, just looked into the void.
The next moment, a terrifying pressure came from the void, and then, a figure stepped out of the void.
The person who came was an old man, and his aura was extremely powerful, many times more powerful than that of a middle-aged man.
"Zuo Shi, save me!"
"Who are you?" Qingluo asked.
The old man said: "The guardian of the Judgment Temple, my name is——"
"I don't want to know your name. Are you the most capable person in the temple?" Qingluo interrupted the old man.
Protector Zuo's face became a little ugly. He stared at Qingluo, a little cautious in his heart, because he couldn't feel Qingluo's breath at all, as if the other party was not in this space, and there was no breath of a practitioner on his body. This was very strange.
.
"Let him go!"
He said coldly.
With a move of Qingluo's hand, the sword returned directly to her hand, but the middle-aged man had been obliterated and his soul had become illusory.
"ah!"
The middle-aged man's soul finally disappeared. When he was dying, his eyes were filled with fear and endless resentment. He might not have imagined that Qing Luo actually dared to kill him.
"Are you challenging our Judgment Temple?"
"You take action."
"Who are you anyway?"
"I'll let you take action."
"Okay, those who challenge the temple will die!"
The protector left his right hand stretched out and pressed it down gently.
A terrifying pressure appeared between heaven and earth, and the whole world was collapsing.
The sword in Qingluo's hand flew out.
Chi!
The head of the protector left flew out and blood spurted out.
sweat……
It's still just a sword.
The body of the protector left was destroyed, leaving only his soul. He was a little confused.
Was he killed instantly?
How is that possible?
But the next moment, his soul turned around and ran away.
Unfortunately, it's of no use.
That sword light nailed his soul, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape.
"I am the guardian of the Judgment Temple. If you kill me, you will declare war on the temple. You will die without a burial place!"
Until this moment, the protector Zuo still dared to threaten Qingluo.
Judgment Temple, in the entire Cangyun Realm, no one is not in awe of, because the entire Cangyun Realm is covered by the Judgment Temple, the temple is the strongest, and it is extremely powerful, no one dares to challenge the authority of the temple.
"Call someone, call the most capable person in your temple, preferably your temple master!"
Qingluo said calmly.
"good!"
The guardian Zuo finally realized that Qingluo didn't seem to be afraid of the temple.
He crushed the transmission talisman in his hand.
Below, Nangong Wan'er looked at Qingluo in the sky, her eyes full of awe and envy.
Dragon Girl said carefully: "She is so strong."
Bai Ruoshui nodded: "It's really too strong."
"It turns out that the upper realm is called Cangyun Realm."
"Is the Temple of Judgment very powerful?"
"How excited I am!"
"What does it mean to be powerful? This is what is truly powerful."
…
Everyone whispered.
The soul of the protector left was still nailed to the void, unable to move. He looked at Qingluo carefully and suddenly became a little weak.
"Senior, can you spare my life?"
"cannot!"
Qingluo's answer was very straightforward.
"I have offended many people before, please forgive me, senior."
"Why do you talk so much?"
Qing Luo frowned and looked into the void.
At this time, an even more terrifying pressure appeared, and a figure walked out of the void.
The person who came was a middle-aged man, wearing a golden robe and a crown on his head. He had the aura of a superior and the aura of a king.
"Palace Master!"
The guardian Zuo Shi smiled bitterly and shouted.
This is the master of the temple.
The master of the temple glanced at the protector Zuo, then turned to look at Qing Luo. The next moment, his expression became a little complicated, and he carefully clasped his fists and said: "Wu Kun of the Judgment Temple has met the senior. My subordinates have offended the senior. I represent
The temple apologizes to you!”
ah?
The secret monk below was dumbfounded.
Doesn’t this temple rule the upper world?
The person in front of me is the master of the temple. He is definitely a super strong man. How can he be so humble?
Qing Luo was also a little surprised: "You apologize to me? I killed your men, won't you avenge them?"