Jiangchen has no expression, equipped with a wise sword.
Immediately, he waved his sword: "Treatment!"
A white light came on the head of peace!
However, the number of damage in imagination did not appear.
On An Liu Ming's body, a light yellow transparent magic shield appeared.
When the treatment was falling, there was obvious fluctuations on the magic shield.
But the next moment, the white light of the treatment is absorbed by the magic shield!
At the same time, spider web -like cracks appeared on the magic shield.
"How can there be such a high damage?"
An Liu Ming's face showed an extremely surprised look.
After his earthen spiritual amulet is activated, it can generate a dungeon shield that absorbs 10,000 points of any damage.
But now, the other party has a skill, and the Tuyuan Shield is about to break?!
This horrible damage made him a bit difficult to accept.
At this moment, in the heart of An Liu, there is a very strong sense of danger!
"Do you absorb damage magic shields?"
Seeing that there was no effect on treatment, Jiang Chen groaned, ready to release the next skill.
He doesn't think the other party's magic shield can enable his little holy light and absorb it!
Just then.
"stop!"
The voice of the priest sounded.
"I don’t persuade it before, now I start shouting when I do it."
"I'm not used to it!"
"Little Shengguang Tianqi!"
Jiang Chen ignored it, but lost his skills more quickly.
Suddenly, a dazzling six -pointed star array appeared on the ground.
A holy white light shrouded Anliu in it.
However.
The figure of An Liu suddenly disappeared!
The damage was not hit.
"What's going on?"
Jiang Chen's heart was still in a hurry.
"Do you have some boldness in the blessing hall of the Palace of Guangming?!"
Suddenly, a very strong middle -aged voice came from behind.
Give people an unspeakable sense of majesty.
Jiang Chen turned around, and saw a middle -aged man wearing a red robe, who did not know when he appeared in the blessing hall.
Standing on the side of him is the stream of frightened face!
At this time, a middle -aged man's hand was high on the head of peace.
In his palm, he also exudes the remaining waves of spell energy.
Obviously, An Liuming has just moved the shape, which is the handwriting of this middle -aged man.
The information shows that his name is [An Xiangguang].
"The Bishop of the Red Clothing An Xiangguang!"
Jiang Chen's eyes were slightly condensed, and he groaned.
"It seems that you know me in Fanchen."
An Xiangguang looked at Jiang Chen, his complexion was calm.
"Don't you know me too?"
Jiang Chen returned, his eyes were very vigilant.
"It's too."
An Xiangguang paused, and then said, "I don't know, why did you do it to my nephew? And still in this bright temple!"
"It turned out to be An Xiangguang's nephew ..."
Jiang Chen suddenly realized in his heart, and immediately said slowly: "Bishop An Da, you probably made it wrong, it was your nephew's hand to me!"
"Yeah?"
An Xiangliang frowned slightly.
"Uncle, kill him!"
An Liu's voice sounded, he pointed at Jiang Chen, and said fiercely: "This person must be a cult!"
"Shut up!"
An Xiangguang's eyes were half -drooping, and he was scolded by An Liu.
The latter suddenly shocked, and the look in the eyes was unbelievable: "Why?"
"This person cannot be a cult."
An Xiangguang took a deep breath and said slowly: "Lishu, Bishop Golden Daofu is his referor of his admission. If he is a cult, what is Bishop of Golden Daofu? Or is it that you question
judge?"
"What?"
An Liu Ming had a meal, and whispered: "It turned out that he had Golden Taoist bishop to do a backing!"
"Can Jin Daofu also my backer?"
Jiang Chen muttered in his heart, and he thought that the other party would say that he had something to do with Zhagu.
"It seems that my nephew has misunderstood."
An Xiangguang's voice sounded, and he looked at Jiang Chen, and asked slowly and powerful: "What do you say, Wanci?"
"Ah yes right."
Jiang Chen didn't want to delay time here.
"That's there today's incident."
After An Xiangguang finished speaking, he looked at An Liuming: "You go with me!"
"Uncle, I can't go."
An Liu shook his head and said quickly: "I haven’t finished blessing!"
"Um?"
Anxiangli frowned slightly, and his gaze was about to look at the priest not far away.
"When I participated in the blessing, the statue of the bright sacred sword made a crack, and I had to wait for it to recover."
The priest first looked at Jiangchen, and then explained to An Xiangguang.
"Get the crack?"
An An Xiang Guang's eyes flashed a trace of surprise. After his eyebrows thought about his eyebrows, he said, "I will find a way to speed up the recovery speed, and stay here for a while."
Speaking, he turned and left the blessing hall.
"Good uncle."
An Liu Ming nodded quickly.
And Jiang Chen also took the opportunity to go, and quickly walked outside the blessing hall.
While he passed by An Liu Ming.
The cold voice of the latter sounded: "You wait!"
Jiang Chen stepped up and smiled slightly at him: "Lady, you will be slaughtered next time!"