Chapter One Three Twenty-Six

Tianxiangzhou, the state city, although it is night, the city is bright and bright.

Because Tianxiangzhou is close to Crescent State and Hualong State, when the news of Song Xiaomo returning to the mountain came here, the whole sub-altar was in a state of restlessness.

Because maybe, their division is the target of Song Xiaomo's destruction.

In front of the gate of the altar, eight infant guards were still guarding.

If in the past, these eight guards are only dealing with errands, but tonight, they dare not have the slightest sloppy. Who knows if Song Xiaomo will be killed suddenly, a sloppy, may lose his life.

In the sub-altar, there is an inconspicuous small attic sitting inside an old man in gray clothes. He has no breath leaking out, like a dead wood without any breath of life.

His name is Nalan Xing, who was the core elder of Taiyi Religion many years ago, but since he stepped into the calamity, he removed the position of core elder and concentrated on training in preparation for the calamity. He has sensed that his first The second calamity will come within a hundred years.

Ten miles away from the Celestial Sect Altar, there is an ordinary house. The occupant is a distracted monk. He moved here two years ago. After two years, he was almost in retreat and almost never went out. Too.

In fact, he is a disciple of the Taiyi religion, and was sent here by the general altar to serve as a secret agent. Once there is any change in the sub altar, he needs to report to the general altar through the teleportation formation.

Tonight, Han Mu, who acts as a secret agent, has not practiced as usual, because Song Xiaomo has been out of the mountain again, and is likely to attack the heavenly phase division. Therefore, he must work up his mind and monitor the movement of the division.

suddenly.

A figure appeared without any sign beside him.

"you are……?"

He didn't even say a complete word, he was brow-hearted by the comer's finger pointing, and instantly broke his protective body, Yuan Yuan, broke into his sea of ​​knowledge, and defeated his Yuan Ying.

At the same time, ten figures suddenly appeared around the Celestial Division. They quickly played a series of tricks. Then, the entire division was surrounded by a layer of invisible energy circle.

"who?"

Fortunately, Nanalan, who sat in a small attic, opened her eyes suddenly, stepped out, and came over the sub-altar.

But the ten people around him did not respond to him, but instead launched an attack directly at him.

"not good!"

How sensitive Naran-King, a cross-repair practitioner, felt, as soon as ten shots were taken, he was ten practitioners in the same realm as him.

"escape!"

Instantly he made a decision and fled here, but his face changed as soon as he communicated, because he found that the space where the altar was located was blocked by a mysterious force. Without a quarter of an hour, he wanted to break.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

Ten powerful attacks killed him. In desperation, Nalan had no choice but to resist.

The result of hard resistance is serious injury.

"puff!"

Fortunately, Nalan vomited blood, and his expression suddenly stunned, exclaiming: "Are you a Vulcan?"

"You know too much, die!"

One attacker came in the air and launched the attack again. The other nine attackers cooperated to launch the attack.

After only three rounds of resistance, Nalan Xing had no resistance, and could only see a sword piercing his eyebrow and piercing his Yuan Shen.

"kill!"

After killing Nalan Xing, ten people flew straight down, incarnation of death to harvest life. With only thirty breaths, thousands of people in the sub-altar were killed completely!

Then find the treasure trove of the altar and evacuate the resources inside.

When they left, Song Xuan appeared in the sub-altar, looking at the incomplete corpses. Even if he had killed many people, he felt that the means of the ten were too cruel.

"Some deviations from what I expected. The people of Vulcan did not sneak in the headquarters of Tai Yijiao, but instead attacked their divisions!"

As soon as his body shook, Song Yan disappeared into place.

After twenty breaths, Song Xuan appeared near the altar of the Taiyi religion in Dongtianzhou, and once again witnessed the master of the Vulcan religion killing the robbery master sitting here, and then continued the killing.

On this night, 63 sub-altars of Taiyi Church were destroyed. Except for one monk who escaped from the middle of the robbery and was seriously injured and escaped, all the other 62 robbery masters who sat in the sub-altar were killed.

According to Song Kun's prediction, Taiyijiao's masters of crossing the robberies will not exceed 150.

Sixty-two died at a time, enough to injure their vitality.

Overnight, sixty-three sub-altars of Taiyi religion were destroyed, which caused a huge sensation in the Tang Dynasty.

"Song Xiaomo is too cruel, even the ordinary disciples are not spared!"

"Song Xiaomo is simply the reincarnation of the demon. It's too cruel to kill so many people!"

Tai Yijiao's divisions range from two to three thousand people, and up to five or six thousand people. Therefore, the number of Taiyi religion disciples killed this night reached more than 200,000.

Sitting in a restaurant in the state town of Tianxiangzhou, listening to the surrounding discussions, Song Yan's face was very unsightly, and he actually carried a pot for Vulcanism.

The key is that he not only carried the pot, but also did not get any benefits. You must know that the masters of the Vulcan religion would kill the stored spirits on them after killing them.

This matter continues to ferment.

However, the general altar of Taiyi Church was caught in a strange atmosphere.

"Ming Ming, you need to give us an account!"

More than thirty robbers blocked the real man Ming Ming and asked for justice, and these thirty were the master robbers who went to the altar to settle down.

Ming Ye's face was extremely ugly.

He never dreamed that the Vulcan Church suddenly attacked the sub-altar and killed sixty-two robbery masters. Therefore, where did the remaining masters of the robbery dare to stay in the sub-altar and ran back? And aggressively found the palm to teach Mingzheng to ask for a statement.

A short while later, Ming Ming really said slowly: "Did you guys, I didn't expect such a thing to happen, but please rest assured that I will give you a satisfactory explanation!"

A robber repairer sneered: "Lightly speaking, how can you explain to us, because of your ridiculous decision, we lost sixty-two robber masters. Your teaching is too incompetent!"

"Yes, you must tell us right away, we will be fair for the dead Taoist!"

For a moment, Minglian's face became increasingly ugly.

At this moment, a boy came hurriedly and reported in panic: "It is not good to teach, we have three more altars destroyed!"

"You retreat first!" Ming Ming really waved his face somberly.

"Yes!"

Seeing the bad situation, the boy retreated immediately.

At this time, another repairman said: "Ming Ming, it seems that you really are not suitable to be a teacher. If you let it go like this, I am afraid that you will be defeated by the 100,000 years of foundation teaching. Clean! "