Chapter 1295

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, who was 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 temple of the market leader.

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

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, and each branched off at a dot ten meters away, branching out into nine slightly thinner branches, covering the entire temple. ground……

The dents are so constantly split.

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 slim 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. This is so fierce that even the gods will 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.

It 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 world lined up and walked in from outside the temple.

Wearing black robes, they were also barefoot, 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 emotionless.

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 all the fluids in their bodies.

All the water finally turned into stiff mummies...

The blood flowed through the split dent without staining it.

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 statue stained with blood became evil and strange.

Especially the expression on its human head and face seemed to be a little clearer, and there was a faint smile on 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 floated away.

The barefooted girl in black robe had a cold expression and her eyes were ruthless as she 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 warriors gave their all.

…

…

The pitch black box slowly opened.

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 pseudo-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 showing any signs 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 died unjustly. Even in front of Jian Xiaoyao, he should be killed."

Chu Hen's eyes were burning with flames, and he said in a deep voice: "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 Majesty still has

One sentence brings: Let Jian Xiaoyao take care of himself, and within one day, he will compensate for 300,000 divine stones, otherwise, hey... don't say that you didn't predict what you 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 was 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 veteran gods in the God Realm did not take this lowly mining slave seriously.

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 elated.

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

In the past few days, the turmoil in the divine world has become more and more intense.

The Lord of the Ore, the Lord of the Sky, the Lord of the Flame 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. But for some reason, starting from yesterday, they Suddenly they turned against each other and united to attack the Sword Temple.

The first step was to snatch the industries and resources of the Sword Temple.

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

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

The storm is about to come and the wind is filling 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 walked down the steps slowly.

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, you can do it, you can definitely do it..."

The words have not yet finished.

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 twisted off while still alive.

Snap.

The headless corpse 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 Protoss would disappear from this world."

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