Chapter 1295: Return of the Sword Temple

Above the dungeon is Temple Square.
On the square stands a huge sculpture of the Lord of the Market.
　　 The Lord of the Market Realm, born in the chaos, rarely shows up. Its body is a chaotic creature with a human-faced fox body, with nine scarlet tails behind it, like nine blood pythons, strange and mysterious.
　　 The statue of God is five hundred meters west of it, which is the temple of the market world.
　　 At this time, a nine-story altar that had just been erected began to operate in the Ruins Master’s Temple.
At the top of the altar stands a ten-meter-high statue of the lord of the market.
　　 Above the head of the idol, there is a ball of silver sacred fire floating, which is burning.
On the rocky ground around the base of the altar, nine dents with the thickness of the arms of normal people spread out. At a dot ten meters away, each branched into nine thinner branches, covering the entire temple. ground…
　　 The dent keeps splitting like this.
　　 Densely dense, like hair-like dents, covered the floor of the temple, split four times in total, forming 6,561 dent branches and dots.
An old woman with a stature, wearing a quilted dress and gray hair scattered like weeds, stood in front of the nine-story altar. His turbid eyes seemed to fall asleep at any time, but the occasional glints flashed by. Kind of fierce that makes the gods feel shocked.
　　 is the mother-in-law who now holds the power of the market world.
　　 Next to her stood a barefoot girl in a black robe.
　　 is the chief confidant who came from the ruler of God Realm, Lan Zhushen.
　　The barefoot girl in the black robe is half-floating, barefooted, and the hem of the black robe reveals the slender legs like jade. The bare feet are snow-white, and the nails are painted in weird purple, glittering with fluorescence...
　　 crackling crackling.
　　 Flames burned on the altar.
　　 A warrior of the famous market world walked in from outside the temple in a line.
　　 They were dressed in black robes, also barefoot, with solemn expressions and hot eyes, in a cult-like heat, they walked in silently, and in order, they chose the dots on the ground to stand.
　　 A total of six thousand five hundred and sixty-one people.
　　 are all fighters in their prime of life.
"let's start."
　　 The voice of the barefoot girl in the black robe is indifferent and ruthless.
　　 The black staff in the hands of Granny Xu gently tapped the ground.
The warriors in the market area chopped off their right hand neatly and uniformly, blood spurted from the broken wrist, jetted into the dent of the origin under the foot, and then gurgled along the dent connecting the dots, like a blood snake. Wriggling and gathering with the nine-story altar...
　　 Blood flowed from the bodies of the six thousand five hundred and sixty-one soldiers.
　　 The altar slowly turned, making a roar.
　　 Mysterious power drew the soldiers' blood, squeezing the last drop of blood in their bodies.
　　 Their bodies shrivelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, losing all their blood, not only their blood, but also all the water in their bodies, and finally turned into a stiff corpse...
　　 The blood flowed through the dents of the split, not stained at all.
The blood of the six thousand five hundred and sixty-one middle-aged soldiers eventually squirmed and flowed onto the base of the altar. Then, ignoring the influence of gravity, the blood snake climbed up along the pattern on the altar, bringing the statue of the lord of the market. One of his left feet suddenly became bright red...
　　 The statue of the tainted with blood became evil and weird.
　　 Especially the facial expression on its head seemed to be a bit clearer, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
　　 A hint of chaos aura radiated from the left foot of the idol.
　　 The wind is blowing.
　　 The bodies of the six thousand five hundred and sixty-one warriors in the temple turned into white powder and drifted away.
　　The barefoot girl in black robes had a cold face, her eyes waved ruthlessly, and said, "Continue."
　　 In the next moment, another 6,561 zealous-faced warriors walked in like silent ghosts wearing loose black robes, standing on the dots on the temple floor...
　　 broke his arm again.
　　 offered blood again.
　　 Six thousand five hundred and sixty-one soldiers showed everything about themselves again.
　　...
　　...
　　 The black box opened slowly.
　　 The smell radiates instantly.
　　 There was a dead green head lying silently in the box.
　　 a beautiful face, a young girl's tender skin, and a picturesque age, but her face was full of horror. It was obvious that she had been tortured during his lifetime, and she did not stare at her, and her eyes were wide open.
　　 is the head of the false ancestor of the Aoki family.
　　 In the Temple of the Sword Lord God, the Chu Hen beside the Throne, his eyes shot out like a sword, and he looked at the person under the steps.
　　The one who brought this box was the messenger of the Aoki system.
　　A middle-ranked god, full of supernatural power, with an undisguised contempt between his eyebrows.
　　 Beside him, there are two guards of the warriors with strong breath.
He had anticipated Chu Hen’s reaction a long time ago. He looked at Chu Hen without showing any weakness, slowly raised his chin, and sneered smirkingly: "Mulin Kei was originally a family member of my Aoki God Clan, but he has taken refuge in the Sword Temple, and he is guilty of dying. Even in front of Jian Xiaoyao, he should be killed."
　　 Chu Hen’s eyes burned with flames, and he said in a deep voice,
If I remember correctly, the change of the old ancestor Aoki was approved by the Aoki Lord God, and he also made corresponding compensation.

　　 "So what? It was allowed before, but now it's not allowed, so killing it is as simple as that." The messenger's tone was arrogant and his posture was arrogant.
　　 "So, are you deliberately provoking?"
　　 Chu Hen's voice is like a sword strike.
　　 "How about provocation?"
　　 The young messenger sneered and said: "There is another sentence under my crown: Let the sword take care of yourself, within a day, compensate 300,000 yuan for the sacred stone, otherwise, hehe... don't say it is unpredictable."
　　 After finishing speaking, he turned around arrogantly, took two guards of the gods warriors, and walked outside the hall.
　　In his eyes, the entire sword temple is also worthy of fear.
　　 As for [Sin Road]?
Ha ha.
　　 A lowly mine slave was born, thinking that he had climbed a high branch, but in fact, many old cannon gods in the God Realm didn't put this lowly mine slave in their eyes.
　　 The cheap seed is the cheap seed.
　　 No matter how expensive clothes he wears, no matter how tall he stands, he can't conceal the poor acidity and dirty smell on his body.
　　 The messenger is triumphant.
　　 While looking at the messenger's back, Chu Hen took a deep breath, slowly wiped the eyes of the ancestor of the pseudo-god Qingmu, and gently closed the box.
　　 In the past few days, the turmoil in the God Realm has become more intense.
The Lord of the Ore, the Lord of the Sky, the Lord of the Flame, and other major war gods, have obviously benefited not too long ago. They vowed to ally with the Sword Temple and rushed to show their favor several times, but I don’t know why. Suddenly turned his face, and joined forces to attack the Sword Temple.
　　 In the beginning, it was to the property and resources of the Sword Temple.
　　 Then there appeared to be difficult and suppressed against the civilians of the family members of the Sword God Temple.
　　 Until now, directly began to slaughter the gods who returned to the Sword Temple...
　　The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.
　　 "Wait a minute."
　　 Chu Hen spoke slowly.
　　 The messenger turned slowly, with a sneer on his face, and said: "What?"
　　 "I have a gift to give to the Lord Aoki, so trouble you..." Chu Hen slowly walked down the steps.
　　 The messenger laughed frantically: "You dirty slave in the mine, what can you give me a gift? Haha, you deserve to trouble me too..."
　　 Chu Hen laughed suddenly, and interrupted directly, saying: "Don't worry, you can get it well, you can definitely get it..."
　　 The voice did not fall.
　　 He shook his figure, leaving behind a vague afterimage.
　　 The real person came to the messenger in an instant, grabbing at random with his huge palm, as if pinching a cherry, directly pinching the messenger's head, and twisting his wrist without waiting for the other party to react.
　　 Click.
　　 The head of the messenger was directly broken off alive.
　　 Click.
　　 The headless body fell to the ground.
Chu Hen slowly handed his head to the two guards of the warrior who had been frightened and stupefied, and said: "This is the return of the Sword God Temple. Tell the Qingmu Lord God that if he wants a war, the Sword God Temple will be as he did May, let the Aoki Protoss disappear directly in this world."
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