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Chapter 146 Ming Qian'an's Thoughts (Part [-])
Ming Qian'an is such a powerful god king, a senior god king, a strong man who has reached the late stage of god king, trembling all over at this moment.

The pure white wings spread out, covering the surrounding area.

There seemed to be an invisible force to obliterate those disturbing carrion birds, and the divine power of light turned into a terrifying force, erasing all existence.

"Has Ling Xin betrayed the Pantheon? The first time he returned to Yan was to confuse my attention on purpose, and the second time was to test my attitude." After all, Ming Qian'an is the master in charge of all the branch halls of Dayan. It is not comparable to ordinary god kings.

He restrained himself and didn't lose his composure.

After the analysis, Ming Qian'an shook his head, "Ling Xin is greedy for meritorious deeds and frivolous, but after all, he is the god king of the temple, the existence of the free and easy side. He did this kind of thing, and he cut himself off from the temple."

The members of the Pantheon can gradually return to themselves after waiting for the upper god, and they will mature a lot.

Breaking through the realm of the god king is also a high-level existence in the entire pantheon, and the resources that can be used are extremely huge.

This is eminence.

Even if you invest in a certain human power, will others believe that the god king will really be loyal?

The God King himself is one of the rulers of the Pantheon, so he naturally stands on the side of the Pantheon.

The importance of the sacred place does not lie in the present, but in the future, a prospect of gradually eliminating the human race, and even packaging it in the name of continuously improving the human race's own foundation.

This is a step experiment of qualitative change.

With several rounds of improvement, the blood volume of the transformed gods decreased further, and the character of the descendants of the gods was also within a controllable range.

Moreover, a new protoss ecology has been constructed. Because of the advantages in the early stage of practice, it can greatly erode the ecological niche of the human race and gradually replace it.

At present, there are only two places similar to the sacred place, one is in Dayan and the other is in Fengyun Dynasty.

The model of the sacred place is only the first step, and it is necessary to gradually evaluate the various performances when the number of people continues to rise and encounter foreign enemies.

There is still a long way to go in the future.

But there is no doubt that this path is the right one.

The path of the Pantheon is simpler, and a high god can be cultivated in 30 years. Although he is the best among hundreds of thousands, it is still faster than the path of human cultivation.

Much faster.

Maybe the human race can be stronger in a certain realm, but the god race has more in a single realm, and can even reach a higher level at the same time.

The true god is the first step, and we have to explore the road of the god king.

The supreme god is not considered, because that kind of state cannot be cultivated in a short time, and involves deeper secrets.

Ming Qian'an believes that Ling Xin is not stupid. He may not know as much as he does, but he should have guesses.

Many powerhouses in the Pantheon even cast their eyes on the Supreme Dragon God, "He returned to Yandu and left for less than a day. Could it be that someone slaughtered the city at this time?"

Ming Qian'an ruled out all possibilities, and there was only one result left in the end, "This idiot!"

Ming Qian'an's figure flashed, and he came to the most important hall in the city, with a gloomy face.

With a wave of his hand, the divine power of light swept away everything. The pure white divine power of light was in stark contrast to the completely collapsed ruins.

"What kind of monster is this? There is not a trace of divine blood left, and there is no aura of divinity at all." Ming Qian'an looked at the blood on the ground, but could not see any aura of the gods.

He didn't know what he thought of, and his expression became even uglier.

He cleaned out the building debris, and there was a broken formation at the very bottom.

Ming Qian'an Guangming divine power was injected into it, quickly repaired, the big formation lit up, and after recovery, it directly absorbed Heisha to run, and a phantom flickered in it.

It was a magnificent hall, which was the scene not long ago.

For a while, I can see what a male true god is doing to a female god son, just in front of the statue of the Supreme Dragon God, as if looking for excitement.

Ming Qian'an's expression became extremely ugly, and he poured a ray of light divine power into his hands, pulling the time closer.

The effect of this large formation is to record some information, not only this main hall, but almost all the temples in the dynasty.

There are similar formations in the shrine, which is a necessary formation for the construction of the temple in the pantheon.

Because there are always some people who may not understand the Pantheon for various reasons, and then do something.

However, the extracted images can only be obtained within half a day.

An hour ago, a chunky young man with blood shadows all over his body appeared. He had red hair and red pupils, and was cursing, but every punch was terrifying. When he reached the central temple, there was no one to resist.

He directly destroyed the hall.

"Slaughter. It's really insane." Ming Qian'an looked even more gloomy after reading it.

He went to the other halls, and finally found the very beginning, starting from the west side, "Wang Xiaochuan, seems to be out of control?"

Ming Qian'an saw that guy named Wang Xiaochuan flying from the sky, bringing up a shadow of blood.

After seeing the holy land, he was in a bad mood, and he yelled for everyone to run, he was losing control.

Then in the next second, he was cursing and killing. It was very terrifying. The belligerent Yuan Fei was directly punched to death.

All images have been watched.

The descendants of the gods in the holy land resisted at first, but in the end they ran away.

There is no resistance at all, it is massacre.

And that blood demon named Wang Xiaochuan, the more he killed, the more excited he became.

"This bunch of trash!" Ming Qian'an snorted coldly.

After watching all the images, his eyesight was very strong, and he directly discovered that the blood demon named Wang Xiaochuan took a shortcut, so that he lost control, and then slaughtered the sacred land.

Ming Qian'an secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the divine power of light exploded, and a figure condensed in the air.

A pudgy, blood-colored figure with a somewhat wretched and evil spirit.

He stared at it for a long time, feeling murderous but also relaxed, and even more nervous, "That person is out of control, and the most terrifying mutation will probably occur after absorbing a huge amount of divine blood."

Ming Qian'an, the divine king, didn't know what to say when he thought of the terrifying effect.

There are hundreds of kinds of divine blood in a sacred place, and the quantity is even more unpredictable. He can't even imagine what kind of monsters can be nourished by such a huge amount of energy.

"The bad news is that the sacred land has been destroyed."

Ming Qian'an continued to analyze, focusing on the primary and secondary of the matter, "The good news is that the person who slaughtered was obviously insane, and he may not remember it."

"No, plan for the worst. I didn't see him awake. Maybe he woke up after the massacre and discovered the clues of the sacred place."

Ming Qian'an is not a person who likes to attribute the result to chance, "But it doesn't matter if he wakes up, when this powerful force spreads in his body."

Ming Qian'an looked cold, that person could not have survived.

The best result is to explode directly, and the worst result is to turn into a monster.

He thought of one thing, "Why is there no news about such a strong man at the peak of gods and demons?"

He changed his mind and thought again, "The style of massacre is out of control, and it is impossible for living people to pass on the news. That is, because the temple was attacked by many strong human races in the early years, it has the habit of setting up large formations that leave traces."

"There's good news for me, too."

Ming Qian'an showed a smile, "The sacred place was destroyed, and Ling Xin escaped. I can completely blame him. However, I am the person in charge of the temple in Dayan, so I cannot escape punishment. But after the massacre, I Had first-hand information. In this extreme situation, the reaction of these protoss was very valuable."

"And that person will definitely die, and the news here cannot be spread. If this secret is not revealed, my punishment will be minimized."

"No, no. Since that person must die, it can be said that Ling Xin neglected his duty of protection because of greed for meritorious deeds, allowing Wang Xiaochuan, a lunatic who lost control of his cultivation, to sneak in. Then Ling Xin escaped and betrayed the temple. It was me. Just in time It was discovered that killing Wang Xiaochuan prevented the news from leaking out."

"Yes, yes. In this way, I am not only innocent, but I also have merit! I didn't let this secret spread, which reduced the risk for the exposure of the big man of the human race, and also got valuable information."

"Not good!" Ming Qian'an's expression tightened, he understood the reason why Ling Xin returned to the capital,
That person is in the capital!

His heart seemed to be seized, if that person lost control in the capital, or exploded, there would definitely be trouble again.

Ming Qian'an rose into the sky and was about to leave when he looked at the sacred place. The divine power of light turned into several light clusters and directly poured into the surrounding volcanoes.

Boom!Boom!
Continuous ground fires erupted, magma flowed, and terrifying natural forces gathered in the valley, erasing all traces of existence in the sacred land.

After finishing all this, Ming Qian'an headed towards the capital.

*******
Wei Long avoided Ling Xin's sight and walked around the ordinary residential area.

He hid his aura, and then slowly finished changing clothes.

In fact, it's nothing, just control his own muscles and bones to return to their natural state, and then take back the deliberately exaggerated qi and blood, and then absorb the evil spirit formed by his 30 years of bloody battle into his body.

Wei Long touched his double chin.

Although most of the divine blood contained in the sacred land is ordinary divine blood, the amount is large.

He silently felt the bone inscription of Wuji in his body, and Wei Long fell silent.

He had assessed earlier that after the God Demon Physique, the God Clan Transformation Factor was of little use to him, at most it would strengthen the magic of the Wuji Bone Inscription, and it would not be able to regenerate other magic.

After a lot of blood practice.

It was delicious again.

The divine blood of the gods is not only useful for the transformation factor, but also the power of the disordered attributes of the distortion factor can temper the bone inscription of the infinite, increasing the restraint power of the attribute of the infinite force.

The divine blood used to provide transformation factors and body energy, but now the distortion factors that were to be erased before are all useful.

Wei Long shook his head, dispelling the regretful thoughts deep in his heart.

Ask yourself, if you discover a sacred place again, should you report it or massacre it?
The night was slightly drunk, and the building was full of spring. After changing his clothes, Wei Long regained his original peerless aura, but he put away all his breath to cover up his own existence.

"Come on, sir!"

There was a crisp sound, and I saw a few girls dancing their incense fans, shaking them.

Wei Long was taken aback for a moment, and when he looked up, he realized where he had come unconsciously.

When we see the word "turbulent waves", we can no longer think of the sea, which means that we have grown up.Wei Long touched his nose, "Is this the capital city?"

(End of this chapter)