Chapter 107: Inside the Bronze Hall

Entering the Bronze Temple, Ye Tian saw a dreamy world, a lot of colorful flowers blooming, a ray of glowing rays, a piece of Shenghui transpiring, Qi flowers and grass blooming on the earth, a beautiful angel dancing in the sky, making people eye-catching Dazzle.
From the outside, this is a bronze temple, majestic and magnificent. From the inside, it is a Qionglou Yuyu, exquisite and delicate, crystal clear, and every corner is ample, magnificent and holy.
In short, here can satisfy all the illusions of the world on heaven.
However, in the invisible place, there is also a killer hidden here.
The atmosphere here is very peaceful, there is a strange divine power flowing, there is Tianyin brainwashing, which can dissolve the hostility in people, and it will be unconsciously transformed and become a devout believer.
Of course, a strong man like Ye Tian, ​​both mentally and mentally, is unbelievably powerful. Even ordinary people need a process, and it is impossible to be saved as soon as they come in.
嘭!
A monk who knew nothing about life and death attacked Ye Tian, ​​holding a white bone staff in his hand. The divine power was majestic. As if he had a weight of tens of millions, he collapsed the void and slammed into Ye Tian's head.
"Dead!" The man screamed. Although he was a saint, there was holy light around him, but his eyes were fierce and fierce, like a peak assassin.
Snapped!
Ye Tian didn't look at it, a bus shouted out, sweeping out a golden wave, and even a man with a bone stick exploded in the air, and the broken bones spattered all over the ground, and the blood was red.
Then, strange things happened. At the speed visible to the naked eye, the broken bones were decayed, the red blood was dim, and the essence of life was extracted, turned into chaotic light, and drifted to the deepest part of the hall.
Ye Tian narrowed his eyes and found the abnormality there. There was an air machine pulling.
Moreover, the low heartbeat he heard came from there.
There seemed to be the core of the whole hall. Almost all sentient beings flowed there, chaotic and turbulent, thick and unshakable, hazy, deep and terrible, and saw nothing.
In the misty chaos, a figure is standing up hard, wearing a purple gold crown and wearing a purple gold holy robe, not who is Pope Francis.
He was just shot by Ye Tianyi, and was killed.
However, the purple gold Saint Emperor's robe on his body seemed to be rotten, and he was coughing up blood constantly.
Wow!
In the middle of no room, four saints took action, holding an ancient scroll, unfolding a huge ancient painting, each holding a corner, descending from the sky, and pressed down against Ye Tian.
This is a bizarre ancient scroll, intertwined with Dao marks, apparently from the hands of the mighty, and the sacrifice was turned into a magic weapon, but there is no diffuse of holy light, only the breath of death sky, as if connected to hell.
I saw that there were thirteen figures drawn on the scroll, eating at a dinner table, and the name "Last Supper".
when!
Ye Tian shook his hand and slammed the Skyward Seal, striking the ancient scroll, bursting into a thunderous thunder and blooming a blazing light.
Click!
The scroll broke, and several gaps appeared, but they were not destroyed, and they remained intact.
The four saints who controlled the ancient scrolls were even more likely to fly out.
"Blood sacrifice scroll, urge the scroll's greatest power, be sure to seal the young demon king. If you don't succeed today, you will become a benevolent!" A tall saint with a broken eye burst into tears.
As soon as the words fell, he snapped his teeth, biting off the tip of his tongue, and a stream of blood spewed out of his mouth and sprinkled on the scroll.
Then the three other saints, like him, bit off the tip of the tongue, spewing out the blood at the tip of the tongue, the blood sacrifice scroll.
Buzz!
The reel shook violently, bursting with blood, and it was extremely evil. And the characters in the scroll have become dynamic, and even voices are heard, like the movie, it is wonderful.
Then, the four saints shook the scroll violently. Except for the first-born Son in the middle, the other twelve figures rushed out of the scroll. They were accompanied by evil light and blood mist, like the twelve hells. Fate of Yin Yin, to Ye Tian.
These are the twelve true spirits. They betrayed the savior, and they were very powerful when they turned into true spirits.
Although they are twelve true spirits, it seems that thousands of ghosts and spirits are running, and the breath erupts like a tsunami.
Just as these twelve figures rushed out of the scroll, the first-generation Son in the scroll was gone, and he waited in vain.
"Little Doyle." Ye Tian smiled indifferently.
Fan Tianyin's divine power is endless, constantly growing, set in mid-air, a chaotic light bursts out, holding the endless power of destruction, the twelve real spirits that rushed out of the scroll just disappeared when they were submerged by the chaotic light. After making powder, the essence was swallowed completely.
嘭!
Fan Tianyin flew out again, hit the ancient scroll, the scroll instantly became gray, and the four saints turned into a pile of blood and bones.
"Master!" Taro Miyamoto shouted to Ye Tian with a bitter smile on both old faces.
He had just become an immortal, and he had been beaten into a dog before he could swing his tail.
The eighteen copper pillars are very peculiar. They are made of dragon-shaped copper, which is inherently divine. It is also engraved with a Taoist pattern on it, which can be built into a powerful blood sacrifice magic circle, plus the blessing of the bronze temple. Even the earth immortal can be trapped, blood sacrifice.
Ye Tian waved his sleeves, uprooted eighteen copper pillars, put them into the Qiankun ring, and used them as spoils.
Taro Miyamoto stood up and thanked Ye Tian.
Ye Tian struck out an Otsuki God Thunder to moisturize his dried flesh, and then took a few pills to give him blood to increase his vitality.
His body is very deficient, and the state has dropped from the early days of Dixian to the early days of Divine Realm ~ EbookFREE.me ~ If Ye Tian comes a little later, he may really be unable to hold on.
A group of saints gathered around, staring at each other, but trembling, they did not dare to shoot.
"Go!" Ye Tianli drank, like Dao Lunyin, shocked a group of people with eardrums swelled, and the Sacred Heart shook.
"Don't hurry up yet, waiting for Lao Tzu to hack you to death?"
锵!
A sword rushed out of the spine of Miyamoto Taro's spine, and once again turned into a majestic majestic sword of the Xuantian War Soul, the light of the blue light jumped, like a blossoming light blue flame, giving a kind of magical Sense, domineering and sharp.
When the two saints were slain, all the saints could not calm down, fled, and ran out of the temple door and jumped down.
"Junior Demon King, I teach you nothing. Do you think it is too much for you to do this? You are enemies against the whole world, do you know? It is too late to leave now. Otherwise, this star will never be seen again. There will be no place for your standing cone. "
Ye Tian walked towards the deepest part of the hall, where the pope blocked his face, his face cold.
"I hack you to death!"
Miyamoto Taro slashed with a knife, and he was so murderous that he really wanted to kill Francis. He was mistreated, and killing the pope a hundred times was not enough to relieve hatred.
However, Ye Tian stopped him.
The Pope ca n’t die yet, otherwise it will be very troublesome, and keeping it may be of great use.
"You can't go in!" The Pope blocked the road, his voice was sharp, and he seemed to be blocked by death.
Ye Tianwei measured the amount of the sky, and suddenly a photo was taken, and the pope ran faster than the rabbit.