The Return of the Immortal of the City

Chapter 820 Destruction of the Temple

Chapter 890 Destruction of the Fifth Temple (for Subscription and Reward)
This impact can be described as violent.A huge black hole directly appeared in the sky, with turbulent currents rolling and howling winds.

With the black hole in the sky as the center, it spreads in all directions.

The violent shock waves made all the practitioners on the scene sway, and some cultivators with the first level of cultivation were even blown away by these shock waves.

Some of them would probably have been blown away if the practitioners next to them hadn't caught them with quick eyesight and quick hands.

The two gigantic palace artifacts collided, as if the sky was collapsing, the surrounding sea rose thousands of feet high, and a tsunami rose in an instant.

All cultivators, whether they are Eastern cultivators or Western temple forces, all used their mana and made defensive measures to resist this powerful tsunami.

The impact on the sky was so violent that golden brilliance shot out from the magic weapon of Feixian Temple; but after being hit by the magic weapon of Guan that temple, the whole temple was swaying and thrown away. go out. .

Accompanied by the crackling sound of "咔嚓咔嚓", it was like a big stone was thrown on the ice surface, producing the sound of cracks.

And there are sporadic broken stones falling from the temple building.

While the practitioners had to resist the tsunami, they also had to prevent the "meteorite" from hitting their heads, dodging left and right, and were very busy.

Seeing this, the Master of the Palace, who was dressed in a coarse white gown, suddenly became embarrassed, gloomy and angry, and raised his hands, trying to control the temple building from being thrown into the distance.

Staring at Gu Bei with dark eyes, he asked coldly, "What magic weapon is this, and why is it so hard?"

"Not worth mentioning!"

Gu Bei told the truth, a magic weapon like the Feixian Temple is really not worth mentioning.

If Gu Bei had the choice, he would rather continue to use his Immortal Slayer, or the Abi Sword in Long You's hand. Both of these two are much stronger than this Magical Artifact of Feixian Palace.

After finishing speaking, Gu Bei had once again controlled the Magical Artifact of the Feixian Temple with his mind, roared and moved, and slammed into the temple building that had gradually stopped flying.

"You dare!"

The master of the hall, dressed in coarse cloth and white, was angry and yelled loudly.

This temple building was left to him by the previous generation of temple masters thousands of years ago, and it can be called a supreme existence of a magic weapon.

It is also a symbol of the power of the Western Temple.

If it is really destroyed, the symbol of the Western Temple will be gone.

Just like when two countries are at war, if even the flag falls, then the army is defeated.

The master of the hall in rough white clothes emitted a strong holy white light from his hands, which acted on the temple building, moving the temple building and quickly flew to the side.

However, how can this kind of temple building driven by magic power compare with the magic weapon driven by consciousness.

Gu Bei only needs one thought, and the Magical Artifact of the Feixian Temple will immediately turn around, chasing the temple building and crashing into it frantically again.

boom!
boom!
The sound of the shock was endless, the tsunami was rolling, and even the low-level monks were directly affected by the aftermath, and their bodies were smashed to pieces on the spot, and they died.

As for the temple building, when it was hit, a large area of ​​stones and materials fell off, and they fell from the sky one after another, which was very miserable.

Not long after, the temple building, which was still incomparably mighty just now, has become completely unrecognizable, with broken eaves and broken walls, just like a latrine that has been in disrepair for hundreds of years.

No matter how powerful the master of the temple was, he could move the temple building and avoid the collision of the magic weapon of the Feixian Temple, but he still couldn't protect it.

After another fierce impact from the magic weapon of the Feixian Temple, the temple building finally couldn't bear the huge force and collapsed. Dust and smoke billowed in the sky, like a big mushroom cloud that exploded.

The grief-stricken, white-clothed Lord Hall Master looked at the temple building bursting in the sky, with a strong murderous intent in his eyes, a holy and compassionate attitude, and he was never seen again.

At this time, what was the golden magic weapon of Feixian Temple in his mind?
Thousands of years ago, in the battle between the Eastern and Western cultivation worlds, the Western Temple was defeated. Wasn't it because of an extremely powerful magic weapon?
Moreover, the magic weapon is like a palace, but it can be big or small, and it is extremely hard.

At that time, many western cultivators were killed or injured by the magic weapon of the palace, and the casualties were extremely heavy.

It is precisely because of this that the previous generation of western temple masters, together with all the elders and guardians, devoted themselves for hundreds of years to refining the temple buildings and other magic tools.

For this reason, the Lord Hall Master of the previous generation, as well as dozens of elders and Dharma protectors, all died and poured blood into this temple.

It is to defend against the very powerful magic weapon of Feixian Temple in the East again.

"The one in your hand...is the Feixian Palace?"

The master of the palace, dressed in rough cloth and white clothes, finally looked at Gu Bei with horror, and made a sound in shock.

He has already determined that it must be the Magical Artifact of the Feixian Temple that defeated the Western Temple forces ten thousand years ago.

"Are you from Feixian Palace?"

Lord Lord in coarse cloth and white robe asked again.

"This little thing is indeed Feixiandian, but this deity is not a member of Feixiandian's bullshit! This deity is the deity, and does not belong to any force!"

Gu Bei stood proudly, but spoke indifferently.

The words are plain, but full of contempt and rebellion.

As if, he should have been like this!
Hearing Gu Bei's admission that this powerful magic weapon is the Feixian Palace, the Palace Master's heart immediately sank to the bottom of the valley.

With such a powerful thing in hand, what can he use to fight against others.

Even though he still has something in his hand, which can be very powerful, but if the opponent uses Feixian Temple to attack, he cannot save the lives of all the western practitioners present.

But when he heard that Gu Beifei was a member of the Flying Immortal Palace, the Hall Master was slightly stunned: "You are not a member of the Flying Immortal Palace, why do you want to take this muddy water?"

"There is no other, because the deity is from Huaxia."

Gu Bei lazily let out a hand and pointed at those Eastern cultivators, "They respectfully call this deity the co-lord!"

"The co-lord is mighty, the co-lord is mighty!"

All the oriental cultivators below raised their weapons or arms and yelled in unison.

Shocking!

Even the people's bases were destroyed, and the base camp was destroyed. Naturally, all the Eastern practitioners felt elated and excited beyond words.

At the same time, he became even more supportive of Gu Bei, the co-lord.

"Okay, the sea wind here is so strong, it's uncomfortable to blow, you and I don't need to keep arguing!" Gu Bei stretched out his hand to stop the shouts of the Eastern cultivators, and said calmly to the Lord Hall Master, his tone seemed particularly impatient.

He is a God who is embraced by everyone in the western world, but he was so scorned by a small oriental monk, the Lord of the Palace was immediately furious.

With his right hand stretched out, a dazzling holy white light came from the sky, and instantly turned into a two-meter-long sword with a pair of "Jesus hanging on the cross" engraved on the handle.

This is the sword of the holy spirit, the sword of God, and it is something left by the first generation of palace masters. It is extremely powerful.

"Okay, let's have a good fight today!"

The master of the palace uttered words coldly, full of vigor, his robes bulging all over his body, and even the long curly hair on his head fluttered.

(End of this chapter)