Chapter 1419 (1/2)
The God of the temple, the God of fire, the creator of fire.
Was burned alive by Xiao Long's fire!
Is there anything more ironic than this?
The ten holy envoys, the two gods, and all the onlookers felt that a new idea was born in their hearts!
——The temple is not invincible!
The so-called gods are nothing more than friars with stronger strength!
”Well, how... Possible!” the God of thunder and lightning said in horror.
”Nothing is impossible. Do you want to have the taste of thunder and lightning?” Xiao Long sneered.
”No! No!” screamed the God of thunder and lightning, retreating towards the rear.
The God of rhythm also trembled and retreated to the ten holy envoys.
”Everybody, let's go together. This man just showed his unique skill, which cost a lot! Kill him while he is ill!” the God of melody said angrily.
The voice of the God of rhythm is very bewitching. As long as he opens his mouth, basically no one dares to disobey!
His words are the iron law. A few words can tamper with a person's thoughts!
”Yes! He will lose! The temple will win!”
”The temple will win!”
The ten holy envoys shouted fiercely, like fanatical believers.
”Holy light, give us strength!”
”The light comes!”
The ten holy envoys held high their scepters and went towards Xiao Long with dazzling golden waves! Space has changed in the light of the holy light!
Xiao long can see clearly that these golden light waves are all small worlds!
The ten saints as like as two peas, and their small world at the same time, and the magic of their small world is the same as gold, and can be superimposed together.
”Ten holy masters as like as two peas,” Oh, it's ridiculous! ”Xiao Long smiled.
When the small world rolled over, Xiao Long's body surface burned a raging fire, smashing the power of all the worlds near!
He ignored all the attacks and came to the ten holy envoys.
The ten holy envoys are still doing their best to use the power of the world to crush the past and attack Xiao Long, but they can't get close at all. All the space in the past is broken in the burning!
”Holy envoy, I have a question!”
Xiao Long looked at one of them and said with a smile, ”you are a sword repairman. Why do you want to take a stick and be a psychopath without a sword?”
”Isn't your Kendo attainments comparable to this shit holy light?”
Xiao Long sneered.
”Evil spirit! Don't insult the light!” the holy envoy blushed as if his dignity had been trampled.
His power of the world came from a more crazy impact, but he could never break through Xiao Long's fire defense.
”Well, you, a cold ice friar, can't you use your unique skill? What about your magical moves?”
Xiao Long turned his eyes and looked at another person.
The man's face was livid and his lips were bleeding.
This was originally a woman, but after the transformation of the temple, she was no longer male or female, similar to the God of music.
That temperament is as like as two peas.
”This is my strongest move!” said the female Saint angrily.
”Really?”
Xiao Long looked at the holy envoys who were desperately trying to release the power of the world with joking eyes.
He sneered: ”your so-called unique skill, the so-called holy light, are vulnerable to attack in front of real monks!”
”In my eyes, don't say you are holy. You can't even be a real monk!”
Xiao Long pointed to the onlookers in the distance, pointed to the great emperors, and said, ”you are far inferior to them!”
The voice of indifference slowly spread out and into the ears of every holy envoy.
Their eyes were dull and their expressions were both shocked and confused.
”How dare you insult the temple!”
”Evil spirits seek death! You will be judged by the temple!”
The saints roared angrily.
In this regard, Xiao Long had no expression and shouted, ”break it for me!”
”Boom!!”
The vast desolate fire, like a sea of stars, completely erupted in Xiao Long's body. The area became larger and larger, sweeping into their small world.
Ten small worlds, all lit a towering flame.
”Ah!!”
”Help me!”
”You are the devil, the devil!”
The holy envoys screamed and rolled all over the ground.
But in an instant, all ten small worlds were turned into fly ash.
Ten golden worlds are gone!
If you lose the Asian saint of the small world, you will no longer be a real Asian saint! They lost all their potential!
However, it's better to burn up such a small world than keep it! Maybe he can be reborn from nirvana, which is none of Xiao Long's business!
”Whew, whew, whew...”
Ten half dead holy envoys fell powerlessly and smashed into the palm print below. They lay down in different places like dead dogs and lost all their strength.
Xiao Long didn't kill them. There's no need! These people are no longer a threat!
Finally, Xiao Long turned his eyes to the only two gods left, the God of thunder and lightning and the God of rhythm.
”Do you want to continue?” Xiao Long sneered.
”Impossible! How can evil spirits defeat our temple! This must be false!” the God of thunder and lightning said in horror.