The Eastern Continent, the top of the Heavenly Temple Sacred Mountain.
The golden temple pavilions are like snow, draped from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, the overlapping temple gates are strict, the ancient bells and drums are sonorous, and there is a faint dragon and snake roaring between the valleys.
In every courtyard, every mountain pass, and every mountain peak, there are fanatical believers in the Heavenly Temple who are all golden and bright, looking at the four directions with great vigilance.
The war of the major gods against the Asil clan has been suspended, and because of the problem of Thor's hammer, this chaotic war has finally been suspended.
However, the inexplicable attack on the Heavenly Temple by the Miro Divine Sect continued, and the killers of the mysterious Miluo Divine Cult Destruction Divine Palace haunted the perimeter of the sacred mountain from time to time, taking away three or five bloody souls each time.
This place is far away from the western continent, and the attack range of Thor's hammer is not so large, so the Miro Divine Cult continues their attack with impunity.
The Heavenly Temple knew the reason why the Miluo Divine Sect was crazy, and the most important inheritance artifact of the Multi-armed Secret Demon Clan, the Secret Demon Tower, was taken away, and some of the identities and tokens of the Heavenly Temple were left on the spot.
This is really a disaster, all the presiding officers of the Heavenly Temple, the Dharma King, the Venerable and other big people can swear with their bare heads, none of them made such a decision, sent such a powerful man to infiltrate the core area of the Miluo Divine Cult, and stole the terrible secret demon tower But the Heavenly Temple explained to the Miluo Divine Cult many times, but the group of crazy believers of the Miluo Divine Sect did not believe this explanation, once the war broke out, it would never stop, and it was fought all the way.
Suddenly, a miserable scream sounded, and several goddess officials of the Heavenly Temple, wearing moon-white half-arms, with beautiful faces, were walking beside a clear stream in the mountains, holding a few half-human-high vases and preparing to take the stream water back to cook tea, a stream of water swept out of the clear stream, and several goddess officials who were only fifteen or sixteen years old were suddenly cut off by their waists, and blood and internal organs flowed all over the ground.
Hundreds of Heavenly Temple warriors with bronze bodies galloped over, holding bronze rods with thick bowls, cracking the rocks and shattering the trees in the vicinity.
But not even a single enemy was found.
An old man who looked to be over 100 years old, with a thin face and a shriveled body like a dried hazelnut, looked up to the sky and roared a few times, he could only shake his head helplessly, and took these Heavenly Temple soldiers to clean up the corpses of those goddess officials, and retreated to a bronze pavilion not far away.
This kind of thing keeps happening in the sacred mountains that stretch for tens of thousands of miles, and the killers who destroy the divine palace are in groups or alone, and they always take a few lives every time they appear.
Although their results were not very great every time, the Heavenly Temple believers killed by these killers who destroyed the Divine Palace were added up every day.
That's a staggering number.
With an average of about 10,000 casualties every day, more than 30% of them have died, and such casualties have lasted for more than two months, which makes the person in charge of the Temple of Heaven a headache.
The massive Celestial Temple did not pay attention to such casualties.
But so many disciples will be killed every day, and it will be too embarrassing for this to spread out.
On the highest peak of the Tianmiao Sacred Mountain, the main peak known as the Divine Light Peak, the southwest side of this majestic mountain peak that is nearly 100 miles high is a steep cliff.
Countless magic arrays were carved on this huge mountain cliff, and the huge gravity enchantment shrouded the mountains in a radius of thousands of miles, even if the lower gods arrived here, they could not fly.
I can only walk forward honestly step by step.
Anyone below the median god who dared to fly was crushed by the violent force of gravity.
On the huge cliff hangs a floating pavilion of the same color as the cliff, and the exquisite pavilion is connected by a plank path and several other small viewing halls.
The wind blew through the clouds, and under the heavy snow of goose feathers, these small buildings were temporarily obscured from all traces.
A deep gorge of hundreds of miles at its widest point and no more than ten miles at its narrowest point separates the Eastern Continent from the Eastern Subcontinent.
This Grand Canyon is the most tragic battlefield between the Heavenly Temple and the Miro Cult, and for countless years, the Mira Cult has waged many bloody religious wars around this Grand Canyon.
The Heavenly Temple and the Blood Qin Empire's joint jun, I don't know how many human heads have been piled up here.
Next to a gray-white Jingguan with at least a million skulls piled up, a team of more than 100,000 Miluo Divine Sect believers was frantically attacking a strictly guarded Heavenly Temple Jun.
The whole body of 50,000 exuded a silver luster, the eyes flashed with silver divine light, holding a silver staff, and the heavenly temple fanatical believers wearing silver robes recited incantations praising the gods, and there were silver divine texts like centipedes flowing around their bodies, and the defensive power of their bodies had been raised to the limit with the blessing of divine power.
The individual combat effectiveness of both sides is about the same.
The strength of each of the believers of those Miluo God Sect is no more than the Heavenly Rank, and the warriors of these Heavenly Temples are almost at this level, but the proportion of Heavenly Rank warriors is slightly higher.
But with the blessing of divine power, the bodies of these Heavenly Temple warriors have become tougher than steel, and their strength has increased by about a hundred times compared to usual.
The sword of the cultist of Milo slashed at the enemy's body, bringing only a spark.
You can't hurt your enemies at all.
And the crutches of those Heavenly Temple fanatics who were all silver would blow their bodies to pieces along with their armor with a single blow.
Both sides were the most devout believers, the bravest warriors, the most fearless madmen, and they would not even have a groan when the believers of the Cult of Milo were killed.
The entire battlefield could not hear any of the wounded's groans of pain, and one after another the warriors were killed by the enemy, and then they fell to the ground with happy smiles, exhaling their last breath.
Even the unlucky ones, who were beaten to the ground with most of their bodies in tatters, struggled to crawl towards the enemy with a smile on their faces, opened their mouths and bit the enemy's leg fiercely, and then quietly waited for the enemy's next blow to shatter their heads.
The only sound on the battlefield could be heard on the battlefield was the sound of swords splitting flesh and heavy metal rods crushing bones, but nothing else.
Even the eternal winds in the Grand Canyon have disappeared without a trace, and these cold, ghostly winds are like the minions of death, curled up quietly on the edge of the battlefield, quietly admiring this pleasing and cruel slaughter.
In the small pavilion on the cliff, a beautiful woman dressed in a light golden dress, with long hair tied in a gorgeous palace bun on her head, and holding a jade ruyi, was lazily leaning on a soft couch.
She squinted, quietly looked at a handsome man sitting ten meters away from her, and suddenly laughed softly: "The Lord of the Dawn is too insincere, this kind of thing, how can the god of commercial fraud be an envoy, isn't it a joke?"
The handsome man smiled gently, he put down the teacup in his hand, and said lightly: "I am the best candidate, could it be that you want the Lord of Dawn to send the God of Souls over that guy is not reliable, who knows what he will do" The beautiful woman's red lips pursed slightly, sighed lazily, and then shook her head: "That child, in your place, I didn't cause you trouble, the little guy is still very innocent, he doesn't understand the world, he just acts according to instinct, and what he may do occasionally seems a bit excessive to you, but what can we parents say?"
Zittle, one of the vice-gods of the goddess of commerce of the Asur god clan and known as the most treacherous of the gods, shook his head with a smile: "His Royal Highness is on our side, very well-behaved, three meals a day are very rich, and there are also maids waiting for him, although those maids are all captured Odin holy guards...
But don't worry about his safety. ” The beautiful woman's face changed slightly, she suddenly straightened up, and screamed with a disgraced face: "Odin Holy Guard, you got a group of people to wait for the Nightmare My child has been pampered since he was a child, and he can't even smell the slightest smell, what kind of guards did you get for him, you, you are simply... ” Zittel drooped his eyelids and smiled very innocently: "Well, a few pig-headed and bear-people with very pure blood, absolutely not containing any royal and royal blood.
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His Highness seemed to be sensitive to the long hair on their bodies, and he would yell at them every time the maids approached him, but he had gotten used to it these days. ” The beautiful woman froze on the soft couch in a daze.
The characteristic of pig-headed people and bear-man orcs without any royal and royal blood is that the stronger the blood of the royal family and the royal family, the more similar they look to humans, such as the core royal blood of the bear family, lion family, and tiger family, they look no different from humans, unless the bloodline is activated during the battle, they are just a normal human being, and they are basically handsome guys and beauties.
But the orcs who don't have any royal and royal bloodline are the descendants of the orc warriors and orc puppets made by those combat units in the Metaverse, as war cannon fodder, the Metaverse never considers whether its own team is beautiful, it is a group of outright human-walking beasts, and now it is a group of wild boars and bears walking upright, serving the Nightmare The beautiful woman's body shook, she suddenly grabbed the jade Ruyi in her hand and fell to the ground hard.
When, with a bang, countless tiny debris sprayed everywhere, the beautiful woman pointed out the window fiercely, and her beautiful eyes swept over the Miluo Divine Sect believers who were fighting frantically a hundred miles away: "Go, kill all of them useless waste, and kill half of them at will."
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