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King Kong Temple, the forbidden area behind the mountain.
Here is a desolate Gobi, with jagged rocks and yellow sand covering the sky.
"The prosperity of the world is all for Lilai."
"Everything in the world is for profit."
An old monk sitting cross-legged on a lotus pedestal, with white eyebrows covering his eyes, clasped his hands together, and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know why you are gathered here?"
"Hmph, Master Kongwen!"
"No one in the world now knows that there is a rare treasure hidden in the forbidden area behind the King Kong Temple!"
"This treasure can greatly improve one's state of mind and cultivation!"
The one who spoke was a dark-skinned Indian man.
He was wearing a turban, with two mustaches, sitting on an Indian flying carpet, exuding a powerful aura.
"good!"
"Grandmasters, let the King Kong Temple be attacked and destroyed by the Hua Kingdom, and you must guard it every step of the way. Isn't this a treasure?"
Another fat monk with a Western Region accent and big ears sat on a flying sword and shouted at the two eminent monks below.
And this flying sword is exactly the Chang'an sword that was snatched from Luo Yun that day!
These two people are the "Brahma" who is the head of the Indian religion, and "Fat Toutuo", the elder of the Sichuan-Tibet Buda Heavenly Palace!
In addition to them, there are three high-level vampires from the 'Blood Prison', a seraph from the 'Pioneering Council', a cardinal archbishop, and a combat robot from the SCP Foundation.
These eight people actually have the combat power of the Nascent Soul Stage!
From the early stage of Nascent Soul, to the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and then to the late stage of Nascent Soul!
"Amitabha Buddha."
Master Kongwen shook his head lightly, "Poor monk, I can assure all heroes that there is no treasure you are looking for here."
"Lie!"
Dracula, the leader of the three blood clans, spoke rudely, "Old monk, open this well you are guarding, and let us take a look! The baby must be inside!"
"Yes, such a big well is still tied with chains, what is it if it is not a treasure?"
Lilith smiled like a flower.
"Quickly open it and take a look! Otherwise, I'll suck your blood dry!"
Carl bared his fangs.
The masters of the Pioneer Association and the SCP Foundation also fixed their eyes on the well.
Although the mouth of the well was buried by thick yellow sand, how could it escape the eyesight of the Nascent Soul stage monks?
What's more, there are two thick, black and big chains, each of the two eminent monks is holding one, no matter who looks at it, they are sealing some treasure, right?
"Amitabha, the poor monk and senior brother have retreated here for hundreds of years, and they have already seen through the world of mortals. Seeking from the outside is worse than seeking from the inside. You should leave."
Master Kongwen's face was withered and yellow, and his expression was more like an ancient well without waves.
"Hmph, I think you have three hundred taels of silver here!"
"A magic weapon!"
Fat Toutuo's patience seemed to be exhausted, his eyes showed a fierce look, and he pointed out.
The Chang'an sword under his feet swooped out and killed Master Kongwen.
"Um?"
Master Kongwen frowned, pulled a heavy chain, and struck at Chang'an Sword.
The chain and the flying sword collided, and sparks flew everywhere.
This chain is actually a rare mineral material, even the flying sword, a middle-grade spiritual weapon, can't stop chopping.
"Even if you can't find that treasure, if you get back these dozen chains, you can make a good magic weapon." Fat Toutuo made up his mind.
At this time, the robot sent by the scp foundation followed suit!
Two Stinger missiles, with long tail flames, shot towards Kongwen and Kongjian respectively.
"snort!"
Master Kongwen swung the chain again and blocked the missile.
Unexpectedly, this high-tech missile, with a hidden secret, disintegrated a second before being hit by the chain, and turned into four pocket missiles!
Regardless of the small size of this pocket missile, it is extremely powerful, one shot is enough to level a town!
"Brother!"
Master Kongwen exclaimed.
Master Kongjian, who has been 'sleeping' all the time, is a blind old monk with long eyebrows that drag all the way to the ground.
Facing the missile attack, it just raised its head, showing no defensive posture at all.
"The living Buddhas and divine monks in the King Kong Temple are not as powerful as the legends say, it should be a misrepresentation."
The seraph of the Pioneer Association gave a light comment.
The archbishop in red beside him nodded in agreement, "That's right, no matter how you look at it, these two old monks are only at the beginning and middle stages of Yuanying."
"Huh? Another master is here?"
The archbishop in red turned his gaze, and looked in the direction of the King Kong Temple.
But the next moment, Luo Yun's icy cold voice descended on the sky.
"A bunch of shameless things actually bullied two old people!"
"Shame on you?"
Along with the sound came a flying sword!
Sorrow Slashing Sword!
"Bang bang bang bang"
Eight pocket missiles were detonated instantly by a flash of sword light, which was unbelievably fast.
"What?"
"So fast, treasure level!"
The robot from the scp foundation, very shocked, looked up.
Yicunting was taken out at some point, and fell slowly, level with the hands of all the masters.
Luo Yun was sitting in the cedar courtyard, looking leisurely, with Qin Chu and Yuantong standing beside him.
"Master!"
Yuantong ran to the edge of the Yicun court, looked at the Kongwen and Kongjian below, and burst into tears, "Master, the temple has been destroyed, whywhyah!"
"Amitabha Buddha."
Kong Wen clasped his hands together, his face was silent, everything was kept silent.
At this time, Da Fantian and Fat Toutuo recognized Luo Yun at the same time, "It's you! Luo Xuanyuan!"
"oh?"
"Are there any acquaintances, hehe, no need to introduce yourself."
The corner of Luo Yun's mouth curled up with a cold murderous intent.
This killing intent seemed to have awakened Master Kong Jian, the old monk frowned with his thick white eyebrows that had been dragged to the ground, "Is it finally here"
"Luo Xuanyuan!"
The three high-ranking vampires showed ferocious eyes at the same time.
The seraphs of the Pioneer Association also began to fluctuate in mood. Because as far as he knew, Luo Xuanyuan had killed at least three angels of their Pioneer Society, which was an unforgivable crime.
"Fatty, my flying sword, is it fun to use?"
Luo Yun stared straight at the flying sword under Fat Toutuo's feet, and gritted his teeth.
"Hahaha!"
"Luo Xuanyuan, I didn't expect you to have a lot of magic weapons, you got a flying sword, and this flying yard, not bad! Bring them all to me!"
Fat Toutuo let out a long laugh, thinking that Luo Yun was still at the alchemy stage back then.
I saw that he was driving the flying sword and rushed towards Yicunting, his face full of flesh was full of greed.
The other seven Nascent Souls just watched quietly.
"Hmph, an early Yuanying."
"Things like ants."
Luo Yun smiled disdainfully.
When Fat Toutuo climbed onto Yicun Court with his strange smile, Luo Yun flicked his fingers, and a ray of blue whale fire shot out!
"Flying sword guarding the body!"
Fat Toutuo controlled the flying sword with an evil smile, releasing a powerful sword aura to protect his whole body.
But soon, the evil smile on his face turned into panic!
Because, the power of the spiritual flame will increase with the improvement of the master's cultivation!
Don't treat each other with admiration for three days, Luo Yun is no longer the same as him for three months!
"Ahh"
A master in the early stage of the Nascent Soul was just surrounded by blue flames, burning butter all over his body, and the smell of meat wafted out.
True acquaintance!
The tragic cry echoed over the forbidden area.
To Luo Yun's ears, there was a tinge of joy. In this world, is there anything more pleasant than revenge?
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