Chapter 4935: Creation Temple (2/2)
Behind the man in Tsing Yi, three old figures appeared, and the presumptuous laughter, like the sound of a loud bell, made the nearby creatures change their colors.
The Supreme Temple.
That is the superpower that overwhelms the endless star field. There are more than ten holy masters, and it is a real behemoth. Wherever he goes, who can be the leader?
”What about the Supreme Palace?”
”There is no immortal thing in this world.”
”As a superpower, your Supreme Palace does not shoulder its due responsibilities, and you still kill all living beings. Sooner or later, you will be overthrown by others!”
The sage Qinglian slowed down, looking at the three old figures who were catching up, and said coldly.
”Your so-called cruelty to sentient beings is nothing more than the law of the weak and the strong. If you don't want us to do it yourself, then you can judge yourself!”
Those three old figures had already surrounded Saint Qinglian, making a cold voice.
No matter how talented the opponent is against the sky, it is only a new saint.
And they are already valuable as the holy kings, the result of this competition is already doomed.
however.
The sage Qinglian just stood there, and there was a trace of mockery at the corner of his mouth.
”court death!”
The three old figures were all furious. They shot at almost the same time and were about to kill each other.
”You are optimistic, where is this!”
Sage Qinglian suddenly shouted, causing the three saint kings to be taken aback for a moment, his gaze swept around, and his gaze suddenly stared.
I saw a star not far away.
There is a temple standing on it.
Although the surface of the temple is mottled and filled with the traces of the years, the incense still flourishes.
”This is the temple of the creator!”
”Within a million li of the temple, no fights and fights are allowed. You should be very clear about what will happen to the violators!”
Sage Qinglian sneered.
He was not too far away from that temple, exactly one million miles.
”Damn thing, he escaped here deliberately!”
”We were careless!”
The three saint kings were stiff, and they all stopped, shouting in anger.
Since they were born, they have known that there is a creator in this world, and they are worshipped by sentient beings in all realms.
The Temple of the Creator is all over the mortal and starry universe, and even...the upper realm of Chaos!
If anyone dares to pollute the temple with blood.
Not to mention the starry sky and universe, people will naturally come to the Chaos Upper Realm to carry out cruel killings!
Even if they come from the Supreme Hall, they won't work and will be pushed horizontally.
”Hey!”
The sage Qinglian glanced mockingly at the three saint kings, and then flew to the star.
Inside the temple, it was spotless.
The flickering candlelight illuminates the temple.
The idol of a black-clothed man is standing in it, with deep eyes looking out of the temple, there is an indescribable charm.
”Master Creation God, the younger Qinglian is desperate and can only take refuge in your temple. Please forgive me!”
The sage Qinglian tidied his clothes and got rid of blood stains, and then walked into the temple, took incense, bowed and bowed.
”I don't know what kind of character the Creation God is, who can attract sentient beings, and even the adults of the Chaos Upper Realm, so support...”
After the prostrate, Saint Qinglian sat down in the corner, looking at the idol, in a daze.
He was tossed around the star regions, already exhausted physically and mentally, and now in this temple, feeling extremely safe, he fell asleep in the past.
In a dream.
He saw the idol and lived!
(The third one!)