super magic

Chapter 633 Sword God Temple

"Oops, it's the Dark God Guard." Qin Ming's complexion changed suddenly.

The intense darkness came from the central royal city, and it was about to approach, and the terrifying coercion shook thousands of miles away.

"You go quickly."

Qin Ming roared sharply: "The Dark God Guard is the Qin Clan's punishment army. If you are targeted by him, you will be exposed in a short time."

"But you..." Qin Yu frowned.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Qin Ming gritted his teeth and took out a small sword-shaped token from his bosom.

"Take this and go to the Sword God Temple, your identity has been arranged."

Before the words fell, Qin Ming turned into a stream of light and faced the darkness.

Qin Yu's eyes were cold, without any hesitation.

"Walk."

He stepped out and disappeared with the rhubarb.

A moment later, Qin Yu appeared thousands of miles away. He looked back and saw dozens of figures flickering in the darkness.

There was no aura of fighting there, and in a blink of an eye, the darkness receded.

"He didn't resist?" Da Huang asked with puffy eyes.

"The Dark God Guard is the punishment army of the Qin Clan. It is separated from the Seven Great Temples and belongs to the Presbyterian Council. Its power is unimaginable. It is also close to the Central King City. Even if he resists, he will not be able to escape." Qin Yu said coldly.

He held the sword-shaped token in his hand, a chill flashed in his eyes.

It contains his identity, as well as a lot of intelligence and related information about the Qin family.

Originally, Qin Ming wanted to personally introduce him to the Sword God Palace, but now it seems that he had expected this day and made arrangements in advance.

"Let's go." Qin Yu withdrew his gaze, turned and left.

"Master, where are we going?"

"Sword God Palace!"

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The seven great temples of the Qin clan have existed since the ancestors of longevity, each occupying the Lingshan Mountain, as a line of inheritance.

The seven great temples stand on a tripod, guarding the central royal city.

Looking from a distance, the Sword God Temple and the Lingjian Mountain look like a spirit sword inserted horizontally in the earth, the mountain is rugged and towering.

rumbling...

A bloody light shot up into the sky, crushing an ancient tree and scattered the clouds in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a strange beast with a black body and a circular mark between its eyebrows fell down suddenly.

"Is your Talisman Temple going too far? You actually came to our Lingjian Mountain to hunt the source beast?"

Qin Ning roared angrily, and looked at the front with hostility.

"Hey, Qin Ning, how many people are left in your Sword God Temple? It's too wasteful to guard such a big mountain gate. You should be grateful for us coming here to help you hunt the source beasts."

At this time, a man in a green robe came out, and behind him stood a dozen people wearing the same robe, with a strange silver rune embroidered on his chest.

These people, each with a strong aura, are all masters who have realized the true sense.

Especially the man in the lead, who is an existence beyond the nine-star combat power.

In fact, in the world of longevity, comprehending true enlightenment is nothing.

The disciples of the Seven Great Temples, the eight-star and nine-star combat power are normal, and the battle beyond the nine-star battle is only slightly valued.

Only small giants who have stepped into the field level can be regarded as true geniuses and can be cultivated with all their strength.

"Qin Feng, don't forget, this is always the Sword God Palace. If you don't care about the rules, aren't you afraid that the Dark God Guard will find you?" Qin Ning said through gritted teeth.

He was obviously the first to discover this primordial beast.

In order to slay this source beast, he had prepared for three full days, exhausted his energy and narrowly escaped death, and when he was about to succeed, these people from the Temple of Talismans suddenly appeared and took away his victory.

How can he endure this?
"Dark God Guard!?" Qin Feng sneered: "Your Sword God Palace really has a lot of face, Dark God Guard will come forward for such a trivial matter? Do you think it was 20 years ago?"

"The world is going downhill. Your Sword God Palace is no longer what it used to be. The so-called down-and-out phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken. Don't you know what your strength is?"

The disciples of the Talisman Temple sneered and sneered.

The strength of the current Sword God Temple is indeed not comparable to that of the other six Great Temples, and even with the disciples withered, the huge Lingjian Mountain seems empty.

As a result, other disciples of the temple often came to plunder resources and hunt the source beasts.

This has become a tacit practice.

Although the status of the Seven Great Temples is the same, they are still in competition on weekdays.

The strength is similar, everyone is naturally polite, but the difference is too big, who will be polite to you?What's more, he still guards a huge spiritual mountain. If others don't grab it, it's considered a matter of face.

"Brother, forget it."

Beside Qin Ming, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl tugged at the hem of his clothes, with a trace of worry and fear in her bright eyes.

"Hey, little sister Rou'er is right. Please persuade your brother. After all, they are all of the same blood. I don't want to do anything." Qin Feng said with a smile, and at the end of his speech, a gleam of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Qin Rou's delicate body trembled slightly, she shuddered, and looked at Qin Ning pleadingly.

In her heart, any treasure resource is not as important as her brother's life.

Qin Ning clenched his fists tightly and made a creaking sound. He turned to look at his sister.

Finally, his hand fell powerlessly.

Qin Feng was right, even if he did do it, he would not be able to defeat these people from the Fushen Temple, and would only ask for trouble.

"Forget you are cruel, let's go." Qin Ning gritted his teeth, reluctantly said.

"Hahaha." Everyone in Fushen Temple laughed and looked at Qin Ning jokingly.

"Let's go? Why should we go? Nuoda Lingjian Mountain, we haven't had enough fun yet, let's continue hunting." Qin Feng raised his hand and pocketed the corpse of the Origin Beast, showing no intention of leaving at all.

"You..." Qin Ning was furious.

This is Lingjian Mountain, the dojo of the Sword God Temple, and it is so despised by people, wantonly set foot on it.

Simply a shame.

"If you want to blame, blame you for being sinners. It is a great fortune to be able to live to this day. What more do you want?" Qin Feng sneered, turned around and was about to leave.

He just took two steps, stopped suddenly, turned back and said: "Sister Rou'er, you have become more and more lively in the past two years, and there will be no way out if you stay in the Sword God Palace. If you want, come to me and be a personal servant girl. It's better than following this good-for-nothing brother."

When it came to the end, Qin Feng's tone became more ambiguous, with a hint of profligacy and provocation.

"you wanna die."

Qin Ning was furious, and could no longer suppress his anger. He could bear everything, but he couldn't let his sister suffer any grievances, let alone being belittled in person.

hum...

Qin Ning turned into a sword light and burst out.

The Sword God Temple is known for killing and attacking, and its combat power is at the top among the seven Great Temples.

Unfortunately, he met Qin Feng.

A crimson talisman soared into the sky, turned into a huge flame palm and fell suddenly, shaking the void, directly smashing the sword light into pieces.

Qin Ning flew out, landed heavily on the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Brother!" Qin Rou was crying anxiously, and she threw herself on it, tears falling down uncontrollably.

"Do you think it's still the same as before? You really don't know how to live or die." Qin Feng sneered, glanced lightly, turned and left.

Qin Ning lay on the ground, his hands clenched tightly, embedded in the soil.

In the catastrophe that year, the masters of the Sword God Temple withered, and even many inheritances were broken. You must know that some powerful unique skills need to be taught by precepts and deeds in addition to classics.

The inheritance of the younger generation of the Sword God Palace is almost broken, and most of them can only rely on their own groping, which is simply incomparable with the most glorious time of the Sword God Palace.

"May I ask how to get to the Sword God Palace?"

At this moment, a contemptuous voice sounded in the forest, and then, a man in black came out, followed by a big yellow dog.

(End of this chapter)