Dragon-Marked War God

Jiang Chen’s words about the black youth are naturally not cold. At this time, his heart has no distractions, and he wants to save the monk. It is what he wants to do most, and it is the only thought in his heart.

Zhongsheng Temple, on the edge of the Antarctic Shenzhou, but no one dares to take advantage of the big forces among the top ten monasteries in this seat. In the Western China, the Buddha is the mainstream, and the temple is tens of millions, but it is truly recognized. The ten strongest forces will have a seat in the temple, and its horror can be imagined.

As Lan Luo said, it is basically impossible for Zhongsheng Temple to stand out from the West Pole in its own right, but Zhongsheng Temple is a powerful contender for this reincarnation of the Living Buddha and the Zhenshen Monument. As a powerful secret family in the realm of the gods, it is not known. Zhongshengsi can invite all the people of the four major groups to come and help each other. It can be seen that the energy of Zhongsheng Temple cannot be underestimated.

Ten thousand miles of mountain gates, nine thousand feet tall buildings, eight hundred pagodas, ancient bells, green trees, heavenly sounds, bells and sounds, bells bursting, incense, and all the people worship, the potential of the great temple, revealing.

One of the mainstays of the Antarctic Shenzhou, the name is well-deserved!

In the middle of the mountain gate, the array of law protects, the golden light flashes, and the brilliance shines. Jiang Chen’s heart is secretly sighing. This is a powerful array of temples. Even he is categorically unable to crack. What kind of people will be under the law? Strong, here is a peaceful, quiet place, inaction.

The name of the public temple, the momentum is magnificent, the golden letters shine, the power is boundless, it is shocking.

"finally reached."

Blue and purple said with a smile, Chang Shu sighed, long distance trek, the dust servant, thousands of miles away, finally came to their pilgrimage to the heart of the pilgrimage site, Zhongsheng Temple.

The strength of the Eight Nationalities should have been above the Zhongsheng Temple, but because of the scarcity of the tribes and the years, the strength of the herds is already more than that of the past. It is difficult to compete with the Xuanyuan family and the Luoshen family. It should be in the middle of the battle between the gods and the gods. Even so, the dead camel is bigger than the horse, and the herds are still not small. Otherwise, how can it be? Became the object of the invitation of Zhongsheng Temple?

In front of the Zhongsheng Temple, eight hundred gods, separated, the shepherd came, naturally there are great cards, more than ten holy shrines, from the Zhongsheng Temple to meet, the strength is reached above the gods For the first time, the golden dragonfly, the hand-held Zen stick, the old-fashioned dragon clock, but the eyes are in the same light, Jiang Chen has only three words in his heart, can not be enemies! The strength of this person has definitely reached the level of the royal kingdom. The strong breath that comes out of the invisible makes people feel extremely fierce. It is not like a Buddhist man.

"Amitabha, the shepherd came from afar, and there was a long-awaited welcoming. In the first seat of the Allied Temple Discipline, the martial law was rude."

The martial law single-handedly played the Buddha's number, and the look was grim. The indifference of the face was not because he did not want to see everyone, but as the first of the disciplines, he must strictly enforce the law before he can serve the public.

The first of the disciples, there will be the strength of the Emperor of the Emperor, then its host, perhaps even more terrible, the real power of the West China Shenzhou, really can not be underestimated.

"The martial arts masters have a lot of gifts. On behalf of the predecessors of the pastoral, I asked the masters for peace. This time, if I can help the temples, I will be a good fortune."

Lan Luo said with a smile, slightly decapitated, the black youth is behind the blue Luo, he does not like to show his face, this kind of thing, blue Luo is naturally more calm than him, but the black youth still let the martial law noticed because In the presence, his strength is the most powerful.

"Along the way, it is bound to work hard, you please rest in the hospital, and then make plans, hospitality, Wanwang, Humin. Amitabha."

The martial law once again said that he had a deep look at the young man in black, and the real strongman of the shepherd should be right.

"Masters don't have to be extra, please!"

Lan Luodao.

Jiang Chen followed Lan Lu and others and entered the Zhongsheng Temple.

The martial law arranged the people of the shepherd in the guest room. After three days of rest, they received an invitation from the host and entered the Daxiong Hall.

Among the halls of the Daxiong Hall, the momentum is magnificent, the incense is rising, and the Dharma is boundless and suffocating.

An old man dressed in black and white, sitting on the Daxiong Hall, chanting, standing behind the martial law and other strong people in the temple, even the martial law can only stand behind, I can imagine that wearing black and white 袈裟The old man must be the host.

Jiang Chen looked at the old man who wore black and white, just like the same deep sea. It was unfathomable and it was difficult to see its true state. His heart is also a great understanding of this sentient temple. Although the Xuan Shen Shen House is very powerful, compared with the Zhongsheng Temple, it is simply vulnerable. If you are in the crowded temple, you will be afraid. No one has saved him. This is the super power that can really be called the pillar of a state.

"Dragons!"

Lan Yingjie looked at the door of the Daxiong Hall, a group of four people, calmly arrived, imposing, and high-spirited.

The eyes of the fighting protoss fall on the people of the herds. Even those who are fighting the Protoss are no exception. The eyes are all on the body of Lan Luo, and everyone who loves beauty has it.

I have to say that the blue city's allure is absolutely beautiful, and it doesn't have to be a Yancheng city to dance with the bamboo. The enchanting beauty of her is even more refreshing and desirable.

"We met again, Blue Luo girl."

The white-haired youth headed by the fighting protoss came slowly and went to Lan Luo. He had a relationship with Lan Luo. As the most powerful genius of the fighting gods, he also had the ability to make Lan Luo his own woman.

Lan Luo slightly decapitated, but did not talk. Because he didn't like the guy with a feminine face on his face, and even he couldn't figure out what he thought. Such a person, standing with him, was a terrible experience. Lan Luo naturally does not like this person.

"Since I saw the girl of Lan Luo last time, it was tea that I didn't want to think about rice. Oh, I always hope that one day, I can see the girl again, I didn't expect it to be realized so quickly."

Doo Bai smiled and said, squinting, looking at Lan Luo's gaze, full of love, but more is awkward, because he 觊觎 blue Luo's beauty, want to be their own, that kind of strong conquest Desire, let this woman be the only one in his eyes.

But only what, the king has the heart and the gods have no dreams, the flowers are intentionally flowing, the blue cold and cold look makes the white is very uncomfortable, but the more so, the more he wants to get the blue Luo, the only way to be able to Satisfy your own inner desire to conquer, and also be able to unite with the herds, and when you are in the position of fighting the Protoss, it will surely rise.