Online Game: Level 1 I Ended the Gods

"It seems that the hunting angels are related to the remnants of the Empire of Never Set Sun, no wonder they are targeting the temple everywhere!"

One after another silhouettes approached quickly, one after another with a mythical strength.

The number of people is increasing, and in a short period of time, the number has reached one hundred.

The Temple Alliance is here!

As the master of this world, the temple has its followers all over the world, and their eyes are all over the world.

Not long after the hunting angel appeared in the Wild Lion Kingdom, the news was notified to the major temples and spread to the temple alliance.

For a time, the major temples dispatched mythical powerhouses together, preparing to give this daring and daring challenge to the temple an unforgettable lesson for the rest of his life.

He will be executed by the public of the temple to deter Xiao Xiao.

The old man in linen went to the Temple of Wisdom to inquire about the information about the hunting angel, which further narrowed the search circle for the Temple Alliance and locked many imperial relic areas in Japan. Therefore, a large number of mythical powerhouses were sent over.

"The Hunting Angels attacked the Lihuo Temple and the Craftsman Temple. Did you instruct them?"

"The empire on which the sun never sets has been destroyed for thousands of years, but the thief's heart will not die!"

"It should be completely destroyed! They should not be left to exist!"

Many temples are full of malice towards the Empire of the Never Set Sun.

Now is their time, and the old guys are not allowed to occupy the new stage.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand!"

"The hunting angel recently heard that something happened to the Lihuo Temple, so I just asked the past."

"I would like to ask how many mythical powerhouses are gathered together, how big a battle will they be?"

Naturally, no one believes this sentence, and they will not believe the words of the remnants of the empire on which the sun never sets.

"The mirror of retrospective restoration!"

"Show the truth, I see how you can quibble, this time the Pope of the Temple of Wisdom can't keep you!"

The mythical powerhouse of the Craftsman Temple came out and looked at the old man in linen with a bad expression.

Apparently he also thinks that the Hunting Angels are complicit in the remnants of the Sun Never Set Empire.

The mirror of the original restoration reflects the image here, but what appears on it is a black and white snowflake, and no real scene can be seen.

The face of the mythical powerhouse in the Craftsman Temple is as black as the bottom of a pot. There is no doubt that this place has been destroyed by someone, and the desired information cannot be found using the mirror of recovery.

"Have you found the breath of a hunting angel here?"

"The hunting angel has always been cunning, and so far, he has not found a trace of aura left."

"The image of the Mirror of Origin Recovery is damaged, which means there must be a ghost here! Arrest him!"

"Whether he is an accomplice of the hunting angel or not, we say yes, he is!"

"The remnants of the Empire where the sun never sets is enough to live for so long, so let's disappear completely!"

The mythical powerhouse of the Sun Temple spoke in an extremely overbearing tone.

As one of the oldest temples, the Temple of the Sun is only inferior to the Temple of Light, and it is definitely one of the few great temples.

For a time, many mythical powerhouses in the temple nodded together, and a few words decided the fate of the old man in linen.

The truth doesn't matter, it just depends on whether we believe it or not.

The temple said that you are in the same stream as the hunting angel, you are the same party, no!

"¨〃It's really hard to change the root of inferiority!"

"I'm old, and I don't have many years to live!"

"Since you are going to kill me, the old man, I can only fight with you!"

"Over the years, I've really been too timid!"

"Are you willing? No, I've never been willing!"

After the old man in sackcloth finished speaking, there was a gleam in his eyes, and he could no longer be old-fashioned.

"Space Slash!"

He waved his arms suddenly, and the surrounding space was like a piece of paper in front of him, easily torn in half.

The clamoring mythical-level powerhouse did not expect that the strength of the old man in linen would be so strong.

The first mythical powerhouse fell.

"Bastard! Kill him!"

"Heavenly Fire—Yanyang!"

"Frozen for nine days!"

"Judgment - Divine Sanction!"

"..."

The mythical-level powerhouses who reacted were shocked and angry, and they shot at the old man in linen, and the rays of light slammed down wildly.