Fantasy: Start with 3,000 Saints and establish Yama Temple!

Chapter 18

The clan land of the golden-winged roc bird clan.

This is a world like the Immortal realm, with palaces in groups, Immortal auras, dense trees and grass everywhere.

“Who!”

“Who is it!”

At this time.

An anger sounded, and the terrifying wave made the whole world shake, and it seemed that he couldn’t bear this force.

Many golden-winged roc birds are even more pale, looking at the direction of the sound with trepidation.

The patriarch was furious.

This has not been there for many years.

“Patriarch, what happened!”

At this time.

The voice of a golden-winged rocco elder sounded, and he was also a little puzzled about the anger of his clan leader.

What was it that made them, the patriarch who had already stepped into the quasi-emperor, so angry.

“The soul lamp of the patriarch, the son of god and the second elder is extinguished!”

At this moment, a sad voice sounded.

This sentence came out.

The entire Golden Winged Dapeng clan was like a major earthquake, and everyone’s expressions changed.

This is a big deal.

A great sage wanted them to place hope in the gods, all of them have fallen.

They all forgot.

When is the time since the last fall of the great saint, the saint king.

and.

This time it was the Golden Winged Dapeng King who had fallen, and was hailed as the unparalleled arrogant of the Dao Emperor.

For tens of thousands of years.

The entire ethnic group is the most enchanting and the most hopeful person to regain its former glory.

Now.

It turned out to be dead.

And not only the Golden Winged Great Peng King, as the three elders of the Dao protector, the three elders of the Great Sage realm have also fallen one after another.

This is undoubtedly a major earthquake.

One that cut off the hope of their younger generation.

One made their heritage suffer.

“What happened!”

Pause time.

One after another terrifying breath came from the depths, these are the details of the sleeping Golden Winged Roc clan.

All are old monsters.

All of them have a short lifespan and are sealed in the source of the gods, as the existence of the foundation.

Now.

All were alarmed.

“My son was assassinated, and the three elders also fell because of it!”

“The strength of the person who shot is not simple, and my spiritual thoughts have not been restored, they have been directly obliterated!”

The patriarch of the Golden Winged Roc Bird clan is named Jin Fenghua!

At this time, his face was gloomy and thunderous, extremely ugly, like a volcano about to erupt, extremely dangerous.

“check!”

“No matter what the murderer’s status is, they must pay the price, even if it is the Human Sacred Land supporting them, my Golden Winged Dapeng clan will also bloodbath the Human Sacred Land!”

“So many years have passed, it seems that those guys have forgotten the fierce name of my Golden Winged Dapeng clan!”

An old monster of the Golden Winged Dapeng clan roared with red eyes.

They lost too much this time.

Hope was dashed.

The great saint fell.

It was enough to make the Golden Winged Dapeng clan suffer a heavy blow, but compared to these, it was their most angry being shattered.

after all.

The Golden Winged Dapeng King hopes to reproduce the glory of their clan in the past. There is a great emperor, and now the hope is gone.

How can they not be angry?

Tens of thousands of years of hope disappeared.

. How can they stand it?

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The ancient city of gold.

After the war, it was finally time to get over.

Sudden.

An aura that resembled the abyss like the sea, like a vast galaxy descended.

Under this breath.

Pause time.

Everyone in the entire Golden Ancient City fell to the ground, all lying on the ground, as if gravity suddenly increased countless times.

Go up to sages and down to mortals.

No matter what state it is, no matter what status it is.

this moment.

They all lay on the ground, looking at those few god-like figures in the sky with trepidation.

Surrounded by golden mysterious light and wearing a golden stomach, they are like a supreme, suppressing nine heavens and ten earths, sweeping across the heavens and all realms.

“The powerhouse of the Golden-winged Dapeng Bird clan?”

The sages of the ancient golden clan were terrified, and the people who had just sent away the Yan Luo Temple, now there is another strong man from the Golden-winged Dapeng Bird clan.

There is no doubt.

These people must have come here because of the Golden Winged Dapeng King.

Several blond figures standing high in the sky.

All of them are strong in the Golden-winged Rocchio clan.

The leader is impressively the father of the Golden Winged Dapeng King.

A strong man in the realm of quasi-emperor.

Jin Fenghua!

And the few beside him are all elders, basically the Saint King started.

Hum.

There was a wave of fluctuations, and the sage of the ancient golden tribe seemed to be grabbed by some power, and came to Jin Fenghua in an instant.

Seeing the murderous Jin Fenghua in front of him, the sage almost cried in his heart.

Why is he so unlucky.

The Golden Winged Dapeng King is coming to learn about the ancient city of gold.

Yan Luodian punishes the Golden Winged Dapeng King.

then.

Finally, these things are over.

The strong of the Golden-winged Dapeng Bird clan is here again, and the coming is fierce, the ones are not good, obviously there is nothing good.

And if one is not good, they may repeat the same mistakes and be bloodbathed by these strong men in front of them.

“It’s said that sages can get away from the world, get away from it!”

“Isn’t it the same as an ant when I meet a top powerhouse?”

The sage of the ancient golden race cursed in his heart, but on the surface he was still full of horror, even with a very low posture, and he did not dare to look directly at these people in front of him.

For fear that these people don’t like it, kill him directly.

“Whose hand my son died!” Jin Fenghua said blankly, staring directly at the sage with cold eyes, and said in a cold voice.

“The Lord of the Temple of Yama!” He is not a hard bone, and has nothing to do with the Temple of Yama.

Even if he knew that if the Yan Luo Temple hadn’t appeared, the entire ancient golden city would be bloodbathed.

But he doesn’t care.

He just wants to survive.

“Yam Luo Temple!”

Jin Fenghua’s eyes condensed, her big hand condensed, and a finger was placed on the sage’s head.

The soul search is launched.

Pause time.

The sage screamed again and again, and the wailing sound spread for several miles, and everyone’s hair was terrified.

After a while.

It seems that the investigation is clear. With a flick of Jin Fenghua’s finger, the foundation of this ancient golden tribe is also a sage of the ancient golden tribe.

Pause time.

Vanished!

“Hades in the Temple of Yama!”

Jin Fenghua muttered to herself, with an astonishing killing intent in her eyes.

Hum.

Just now.

A ray of light flickered and condensed into a figure. This is a young man with an elegant face, wearing a cyan robe, and exuding a book of life, which makes people feel like a spring breeze!

Seeing the man in front of him, Jin Fenghua’s eyes flickered, and he sneered: “You reacted very quickly, too!”

The Holy Lord of Taiyi Holy Land, a giant in the world of Canglan

It was a great saint thousands of years ago.

Maybe he is already a quasi emperor now! .