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Chapter 1295: The Return of the Sword Temple

Above the dungeon is Temple Square.

In the square stands a huge sculpture of the Lord of the Market Realm.

The Lord of the Ruin Realm, born in chaos, rarely appears. Its body is a chaotic creature with a human face and a fox body. It has nine red tails on its back, like nine blood pythons, which is strange and mysterious.

Five hundred meters due west of the statue is the Temple of the Xujie.

At this time, a nine-story altar that had just been built began to operate in the main temple of the market.

At the top of the altar stands a ten-meter-high statue of the Lord of the Ruins.

Above the head of the statue, there is a ball of silver divine fire suspended, burning blazingly.

On the rocky ground around the base of the altar, nine indentations the thickness of a normal human arm spread out. At a dot ten meters away, each branched into nine slightly thinner branches, covering the entire temple.

ground……

The dents keep splitting like this.

Densely dense dents like tangled hair covered the floor of the temple, splitting four times in total, forming 6,561 dent branches and dots.

An old woman with a slender figure, wearing a hundred-year-old robe, with gray hair scattered like weeds, stood in front of the nine-story altar. Her cloudy eyes seemed to be about to fall asleep at any time, but there was an occasional flash of light.

It's so sharp that even the gods would be frightened.

It is Granny Xu who now holds the power in the Xu world.

Beside her stood a barefoot girl wearing a black robe.

He is the chief confidant from the side of Lord Lan, the ruler of the divine world.

The figure of the barefoot girl in black robe is half-floating, with no feet on the ground. The hem of the black robe reveals her slender legs as clear as jade. Her bare feet are as white as snow, and her nails are painted a strange purple color, shining with fluorescence...

Crackling.

Flames burn on the altar.

A famous warrior from the Ruins Realm walked in from outside the temple in a queue.

Wearing black robes, they were also barefooted, with solemn expressions and hot eyes, as hot as fanatics. They walked in silently, and in order, each chose a 'dot' on the ground to stand on.

A total of six thousand five hundred and sixty-one people.

They are all warriors in their prime.

"let's start."

The voice of the barefoot girl in black robe was cold and ruthless.

The black stick in Grandma Xu's hand gently tapped the ground.

The warriors of the Ruins Realm cut off their right hands in a neat and orderly manner. Blood spurted out from the broken wrist and entered the indentation at the origin of the foot. Then it gurgled along the indentation connecting the dots, moving towards it like a blood snake.

They squirmed and gathered together at the nine-story altar...

Blood flowed from the bodies of six thousand five hundred and sixty-one warriors.

The altar rotated slowly and made a roaring sound.

The mysterious power pulled the blood of the soldiers and drained the last drop of blood from their bodies.

Their bodies shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, losing all color. Not only did they lose their blood, they also lost their

All the water in the body eventually turned into stiff mummies...

The blood flowed through the split dents without any contamination.

The blood of six thousand five hundred and sixty-one mature warriors finally squirmed and flowed onto the base of the altar. Then, ignoring the influence of gravity, the blood snakes climbed up along the patterns on the altar, and the statue of the Lord of the Ruin Realm was

One of his left feet suddenly turned bright red...

The statues stained with blood became evil and strange.

Especially the expression on its human head and face seemed to be a little clearer, with a faint smile showing at the corner of its mouth.

A vague aura of chaos emanated from the left foot of the statue.

The wind blows.

The bodies of the 6,561 warriors in the temple turned into white powder and scattered.

The barefoot girl in black robe had a cold face and ruthless eyes, and said: "Continue."

The next moment, another 6,561 warriors from the Ruin Realm with fanatical faces, wearing loose black robes, walked in like silent ghosts, each standing on the dots on the temple floor...

Broken arm again.

Sacrificing blood again.

Once again, 6,561 soldiers revealed everything they had.





The pitch black box opened slowly.

The smell of blood spread instantly.

Lying quietly in the box was a green head that refused to rest in silence.

She has a beautiful face, skin as tender as a girl, and a picturesque age, but there is extreme fear on her face. It is obvious that she has been tortured during her lifetime, and she refuses to rest in peace, with her eyes wide open.

It is the head of the ancestor of the false god of the Aoki pantheon.

In the Sword Lord God's Temple, Chu Hen, who was standing next to the throne, looked at the person at the foot of the steps with his eyes as fierce as a sword.

The person who brought this box was the messenger of the Aoki God Department.

A middle-level god, full of divine power, with an undisguised look of contempt between his brows.

Beside him were two divine warrior guards with powerful auras.

He had already expected Chu Hen's reaction. He looked at Chu Hen without any sign of weakness, slowly raised his chin, and sneered with gloating: "Mu Lingui was originally a dependent of my Aoki God Clan, but he took refuge in the Sword Temple, and he deserved his death.

Even in front of Jian Xiaoyao, he should be killed."

Chu Hen's eyes were burning with flames, and he said solemnly: "If I remember correctly, Patriarch Qingmu's change of sect was approved by the Lord Qingmu, and he also made corresponding compensation."

"So what? It was allowed before, but now it's not allowed, so killing him is as simple as that." The messenger's tone was arrogant and his posture was arrogant.

"So, you are deliberately provoking me?"

Chu Hen's voice was like swords striking each other.

"What about provocation?"

The young envoy sneered: "My family

Your Majesty also has another sentence to bring: Let the sword be free and take care of itself, and within one day, I will compensate you with three hundred thousand sacred stones, otherwise, hey... don't say that I didn't predict what I said."

After saying that, he turned around arrogantly and walked out of the hall with two divine warrior guards.

In his eyes, only Jian Xiaoyao in the entire Sword Temple is worthy of fear.

As for [criminal path]?

hehe.

He was born as a lowly mining slave and thought he had reached a high level. But in fact, many old gunners and gods in the God Realm did not take this lowly mining slave seriously at all.

A bastard is a bastard.

Even if he puts on luxurious clothes and no matter how tall he stands, he can't hide the poverty and dirty smell on his body.

The messenger was very proud.

Looking at the messenger's back, Chu Hen took a deep breath, slowly applied the eyes of the Ancestor Aoki's False God, and then gently closed the box.

In the past few days, the turmoil in the divine world has become increasingly violent.

The Lord of Ore, the Lord of Sky, the Lord of Fire and other major war gods had obviously received benefits not long ago. They vowed to form an alliance with the Sword Temple and rushed to show their goodwill several times. However, I don’t know why, starting from yesterday, they have not

Suddenly they turned against each other and united to attack the Sword Temple.

The first step was to rob the Sword Temple’s industries and resources.

Then there was the oppression and oppression of civilians who were members of the Sword Temple's dependent tribe.

As of now, the slaughter of the gods who surrendered to the Sword Temple has begun...

The mountain rain is about to come and the wind fills the building.

"Wait a minute."

Chu Hen spoke slowly.

The messenger slowly turned around with a sneer on his face and said, "What?"

"I have a gift to give to Lord Qingmu, so I'd like to trouble you..." Chu Hen slowly walked down the steps.

The messenger laughed wildly: "You, a dirty slave in the mine, what gifts can you give me? Haha, you are worthy of troublesome me..."

Chu Hen suddenly laughed and interrupted directly, saying: "Don't worry, I can do it, I will definitely do it..."

The words were not spoken yet.

His figure swayed, leaving behind a blurry afterimage.

The real person arrived in front of the envoy in an instant, and grabbed the envoy's head with his huge palm at will, just like holding a cherry. Without waiting for the other party to react, he twisted his wrist.

Click.

The messenger's head was directly torn off while still alive.

Snap.

The headless body fell to the ground.

Chu Hen slowly handed the head to the two frightened divine warrior guards and said: "This is a return gift from the Sword Temple. Tell the Lord Qingmu that if he wants a war, the Sword Temple will do what he wants."

I wish that the Aoki God Clan would simply disappear from this world.”——

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