Vol 4 Chapter 279: test? Or teach? (on)

The light fog in the range of the Knights of the Holy Mountain began to violently surge. The thick golden fog violently surging in the range of the Knights of the Holy Mountain. Their dramatic changes suddenly shocked all the elders in the Holy Mountain.
What surprised them even more was the back. The violently surging light of the fog slowly rose to the sky, and began to spiral in a clockwise direction. It was only a moment of work that formed a huge golden vortex.
The range of the Knights of the Holy Mountain is quite wide, and the golden vortex in the air is almost equal to the vast range of the vastness. It is conceivable how large its volume is. Even if you look at the direction of the Knights Templar, you can see this magical scene.
The milky white beam rises from the heart of the Knights' holy mountain. Then, in the majestic sacred atmosphere, the great eternal and creative of the throne emerges out of the air, and under the golden vortex, it blooms its super artifact. Brilliant.
The huge throne appeared in the void, and the white throne itself released a magnificent nine-colored light. On the back of the chair, the subtle reliefs at that place give an indescribable beauty. The top is the sun, the moon and the stars, the middle is the bird and the beast, and the connection to the seat is the scene of nature.
A pair of seat armrests, the statue of the Holy Dragon and the twelve-winged angel. The circle of nine-color halo released by the body is so dazzling. Under the influence of its breath, the golden light of the fog has become pure and transparent.
In the eyes of Long Yinchen, the golden light shines, and both hands make traction on the void.
The hustle and bustle of the "叮" is spread all over the world, and the eternal and creative of the throne is split in the air. Turned into a thirteen group of white glory, and went straight to the Knights of the Holy Mountain.
In front of the eternal hero zombies, the scene of his soul's fire violently beaten, the 13th group of white light descended on Long Haochen, which is thirteen eternal stars.
A huge transparent gem at the chest, a beautiful nine-treasure crown on the top of the head, a white mask with a golden gemstone eyelid, a huge faucet on the left shoulder, a twelve-winged angel on the right shoulder, and a white body that exudes supremacy. Breathful body hyperthyroidism.
When they all covered the body of Long Haochen, the temperament of Long Haochen had changed dramatically. In the entire cave, the cold air swept away, only a touch of warmth permeated.
The strong spiritual fluctuations of a stock also woke up in the cave at this time. A pair of twinkling eyes with different colors of soul fire slowly opened.
The breath of the eternal and creative God of Thrones awakens them and awakens these eternal heroes who have given their lives to humanity.
The zombie who had previously talked with Long Haochen was completely speechless at this time. His body was shaking uncontrollably. Looking at Long Haochen, his soul fire was completely replaced by Ji.
"Thirteen regiments, thirteen regiments, yes, is the throne of eternal and creative gods, really ah! God, after all, you still care about our humanity! Finally waited for this day, I finally waited for eternal and creative The of the seal of the throne recognizes the Lord's day!"
A figure of the figure began to appear behind him, and the fire of the cluster of souls gradually became hot from the beginning. They apparently heard the words of the first eternal hero, and they saw the eternal glory of Long Haochen. The fire of a total of 63 groups of souls was immersed in the heat and prosperity - <Book Sea Court> - Fen.
Green, colorful, and white, the three light groups rotate around the dragon's morning, and Long Haochen puts the eternal sword in his hand behind him, embedded in the huge wings.
Because of the eternal shackles, the martyrdom has become very narrow, and his body has become much taller. Especially the pair of wings, it is directly attached to the stone walls on both sides.
"Come in, boy, you are coming in." The eternal hero zombie who had communicated with Long Haochen hurriedly waved at him.
Long Haochen’s body shape flashed into the cave.
The icy atmosphere in the cave has been completely covered by the eternal and creative of the throne, and when he entered the cave, the whole moment was completely illuminated. It is like having a sun in this dark world.
Long Haochen saw the situation in the cave. He only felt his heart and his colic.
In this cave where sixty-three human eternal heroes have slept, there are only sixty-three stone coffins. In addition, there is no empty object in the cave, the hidden atmosphere is exhaled from the underground, although it has been suppressed by the eternal and creative of the throne, but Long Haochen still feels.
The heroes who once gave everything for humanity actually fell asleep in such a place, and Long Hao’s heart was surprisingly angry.
He didn't talk, the lips behind the mask slammed tightly, looking at the zombie, the wings behind him slowly opened.
"You seniors, my name is Long Yuchen, and I represent the Temple Federation and regret it to you."
As he said, he was wearing the super-artifacts of the creation god, and he fell down on his knees and bowed to the 63 dead souls in front of him.
The white eternal glory is so holy, the eternal crown above his head is so magnificent. However, at this moment, he went on to the 63 ancestors.
This worship is not for himself, but for all the people of the whole federation.
Long Yuchen’s worship shocked all the eternal heroes present. They looked at each other and the blazing heat in the fire of the soul gradually subsided. Instead, it was incomprehensible and a slight touch. This makes the human beings who cherish the eternal and creative gods to the throne to worship them. He is...
"Child, what are you doing? Get up soon." The first eternal hero zombie said quickly. He wants to go forward and help, but feels the sacred majesty on the eternal shackles, but after all, he can only make a vain action.
Long Haochen slowly raised his head, but he still squatted there, the mask on his face bounced, and tears were flashing in his eyes. "You ancestors, seniors. You should be worshipped by me." It should be worshipped by all the human beings who are still alive. Six thousand years ago, you used the life of your own life to drive away the Mozu. In order to protect the Confederacy, you will not hesitate to become the undead, so silently in this cold land. The hole has been sleeping for six thousand years. I don’t know who made this decision at the beginning. However, as the new federal master-<Book Sea Court>-, I will never let this situation continue. Humanity is sorry. You guys!"
As he said, he went on again and slammed on the ground for three noon.
Sixty-three eternal heroes understood the meaning of Long Haochen. For a time, they all calmed down.
A female voice rang. "This scorpion is really cute. Isn't the person who gave you the key here not telling us that we are willing to stay here in this way? And the layout here is what we ask for."
"Ah?" Long Haochen stunned and looked up. He suddenly felt a kind smile from the fire of the soul of the 63 eternal heroes.
"Stupid boy, get up soon.
"The first eternal hero who talked with Long Haochen gave a laughter in his mouth. Although the muscles on his face would not move, the goodwill of all the eternal heroes could clearly feel.
Although Long Haochen had an oolong, he also touched these ancestors with his true feelings.
Long Haochen stood up and said something awkward: "I thought..."
"Why are you thinking? Do we think we were completely abandoned?" The female voice before it sounded again, an eternal hero came out. When she came out, the other people obviously let her open a path. She was in this group of eternal heroes. The status in China must not be low.
Although it has become a zombie, it still shows the beauty of this woman during her lifetime. Her face is not as iron-gray as most eternal heroes, but pale and extremely pale. But the skin looks a lot more elastic, just a pair of blood-red eyes look terrible.
"It's not just the crater under the knight's sacred mountain, but also the top of an ice spring. We must use the cold here to make our body not spoil before it is soaked by spiritual power. In every coffin. There are some small holes that lead to the spring eyes, and the cold air is directed to the mouth. Otherwise, if you see us, we are not a group of zombies, but a group of people. As for other foreign objects, there is another group of si people. What use? However, we later discovered that the coldness of this ice spring can also fuel our strength and stabilize the fire of our souls, and it is even harder to extinguish. This brings us to the present. Although we are still coming to an end. But I finally insisted on some time."
It turned out that Long Haochen understood the mystery here.
"My name is Shu Wei. It is the head of these 63 people. The last time someone came, it was thirty years ago. At that time, the little guy named Yang Xiaohan came here instead of the original owner. Tell us about this. What has happened outside for 30 years."
The eternal heroes have been surrounded by this time, and the dragons are surrounded by the middle-<Book Sea Court>-Central. For this young, the young people who have inherited the eternal and creative of the throne, most of them are Have a good impression. Although Long Yuchen’s previous true temperament was set in an oolong, it was recognized rather than rejected. These just-wake human ancestors were naturally in a good mood.
Long Hao nodded in the morning and said as much as possible about what happened to the Temple League in the past twenty years. In particular, it details the last jihad and the establishment of the New Sanctuary Federation not long ago.
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