Chapter 3392 (1/2)

The next moment, there was another violent shake.

The enchantment of the temple of saints can no longer bear the heavy burden, the array plate is broken, and the enchantment disappears in the invisible.

Ji Chengfeng looks like a coagulate, quickly swing sleeve.

The scene outside the hall appeared in front of the three people like a call shadow stone.

Seeing the scene outside the temple, their faces changed.

See, originally crowded with friars outside the temple of the saints, at this time a corpse everywhere.

The thousands of friars, almost no one alive, all bloody on the Taishang square.

Some people stare in horror, some people are still struggling, blood stained lips open and close, it seems to cry for help, but he has been amputated below the chest and abdomen, it is obvious that he can no longer survive.

The ground is full of broken limbs and arms, as well as bloody and rolling heads.

No matter how disgusted Rao Shijiu was with these selfish people, he could not bear to look at such a bloody and cruel scene.

But the most shocking is not the bloody hell like scene.

It's a young man in red robe walking slowly through the corpses.

The young man's face is as gorgeous as peach blossom, his skin is as pale as tallow jade, his clothes are red and his black hair is flying in the wind.

The slender five fingers, which are like works of art, still hold the Haotian staff, one of the four sacred instruments in the divine realm. The top of the staff is shining with holy radiance.

It was supposed to be a stunning picture.

However, with the blood flowing on the ground, rolling eyes, and people's desperate cry, it seems so creepy and frightening.

The ninth master took a look at his apprentice, and then at Ji Chengfeng. He couldn't help smoking.

Why is the rotten peach blossom provoked by my little apprentice all this kind of perversion.

Ji Chengfeng, an old and immortal monster!