Feng Yao Jiu Tian

Moreover, there is a faint light emitting from the house behind him, what's going on?Could it be the house that helped her withstand those elemental storms?However, on the house, there is no trace of damage at all. If it is really caused by the house, then this should be a phantom, and it is also a very powerful phantom. At least, such a defensive power It should also be above the Zun-level magic weapon.But how did this come about?Doesn't the master only have the title of Zong-level Artifact Refiner?And there is no respected craftsman on the mainland now.

Ran Ya moved closer to the upper mask with her still intact mental strength, and before she fully touched the mask, something happened that Ran Ya would never forget in her life.

The mask suddenly became radiant, and then, the part of the mental power released by Ran Ya was absorbed by the mask.

What's this?Why is there the power to absorb spirits?Could it be that this itself is really an illusion?Ran Ya already had a lot of thoughts in her mind.

After the battle just now, although it was not wrong for Ran Ya to go crazy just now, but because of this madness, she knew that the mask is immune to all physical attacks, and there is a great possibility It will rebound, and even, it can absorb the mental power released by others to provide supplies for itself.If it is confirmed that this is a magic weapon, then this is a very powerful magic weapon, so powerful that both humans and gods are angry.

After filtering all the things she could guess in her mind, Ran Ya calmed down instead. She was too impulsive just now, and her strength is far from the opponent of this mask, so, next , what she has to do is very simple, practice hard, let her strength grow like flying upwards.

Of course, this did not happen overnight.After affirming what she thought in her heart, Ran Ya returned to the house and continued to read.

When she encounters something that doesn't match her idea in the book, she will go upstairs to practice it. Although her idea is almost always wrong, but out of hundreds of times, there will be one or two times that are her own. The idea is relatively good.

While Ran Ya was practicing penance, Tianyu Temple.

"No, what do you think?"

This is a palace full of bright elements, with golden light everywhere, the pillars are golden, the curtains are golden, the ground is golden, everything is golden, as if it is in a money bank.

However, all the installations and equipment here are so simple, and everything is in the simplest way. Gold and such decorations should be incompatible, but in this palace, it looks like this harmony.

In the upper seat of the hall was a man bathed in golden light.

He doesn't look very old, he looks about 30 years old, the clothes on his body are gilded, and the hair accessories on his head have golden tassels.That's right, this is a man, not a woman, you read it right.

The clothes on his body are a bit like palace sash, and also like the clothes that the Ninth Five Lord should wear. His body exudes strong phantom power fluctuations, and this is still under the condition that he has restrained his own phantom power.

"Feijue believes that now is not the time." Facing such a powerful existence, Mo Feijue is neither humble nor overbearing. There is no respect on his face, just indifference. Mo Feijue's personality is known by many outsiders. He is arrogant, he is wild and unruly, he is superior, he is ruthless, his eyes are like knives, and he himself is a huge and extremely sharp sword.

"Holy Son, how many times have you said this sentence? You say it's not the right time every time, so tell me, when is the right time for you?" Gong Ke, the elder of punishment, stood in the ink Absolute side.

He has heard this sentence many times, it is true many times, probably, five times.

Gong Ke had proposed to the Holy Emperor Tiansha of the Tianyu Temple long ago that he should break through the Dark Temple in one fell swoop, but at that time Tiansha did not respond at all, because the holy son Mo Feijue said it was not the time. words.

But now, isn't the time ripe?

The dragons in the Temple of the Dark Earth have no leader. If we don’t attack now, when will we wait?Gong Ke was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, he was about to tap dance.

But, on Mo Feijue's side, he still said the same thing.This made him very depressed and embarrassed. His status in Tianyu Temple was no lower than that of Mo Feijue, but in everyone's eyes, Mo Feijue was obviously the one who convinced everyone.To Gong Ke, everyone just maintained a slightly awe-inspiring attitude.

"You don't deserve to know." Mo Feijue's cold eyes pierced into Gong Ke's eyes like a dagger, making Gong Ke's body tremble and stiffen instantly.However, Gong Ke will not let go of such a provocation.

"Lord Holy Emperor, the Holy Son has slandered me like this, do you really want to sit idly by? Moreover, now can be said to be an excellent time to capture the Temple of Darkness. If we miss this time, we don't know where When will there be a second chance!" Gong Ke has been working very hard for the Tianyu Temple, but all his efforts, in the eyes of the Holy Emperor, always seem so dispensable No, so, if he wants to stand in front of Mo Feijue and Tiancha with his head held high, he must do something very useful.

Now, such an opportunity is just around the corner.But Mo Feijue actually told him it was not the time yet?

"Feijue, tell me what you think. I also want to know what time you are talking about." Obviously, Saint Emperor Tiansha couldn't sit still this time.

He had long thought about uprooting the Dark Temple, but he failed every time. This time, he also wanted to wipe out the Dark Temple. The timing is undoubtedly very good, but, For Mo Feijue to say this, there must be a reason for him, so he wanted to hear what Mo Feijue had to say.After all, in his mind, anyone could be sentenced to him, but Mo Feijue was definitely the one who wouldn't.

"From Feijue's point of view, if you want to win the Temple of Darkness, you have to wait at least two more years." In Mo Feijue's eyes, there seemed to be some golden light flashing, which was a kind of respect for himself. The decision was made with confidence, and only when he had great confidence would he show such an expression.