Tears Fairy

Chapter 1718

The main god of the temple is already a late-stage human immortal. He was cultivating in his secret cultivation room, and he was suddenly captured by someone, which he never imagined in his dreams.

He looked at the Sen Leng long sword stuck in his throat.Seeing that my life is only in this person's thought.The main god of the temple only felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet.

He didn't know what was the point of Xing Wuming restraining him?Although he was afraid of panic.But the brain is running fast.He thought there was always a chance of saving himself on his own turf.

For this purpose, he will impress Xing Wuming with an unconditional promise.I want to use this to stabilize Xing Wuming first, in order to get a glimmer of life.

"If the deity doesn't kill you, you will agree to everything? Hehehe, you really know the times. Okay, listen, the deity wants you to be the deity's servant!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as his words fell, Xing Wuming's interface was like a thunderbolt hitting his forehead.He only felt that his head was like five thunderbolts, and his whole body was shaking like an electric shock.

He stared at Xing Wuming in disbelief with his cold eyes.

The main god of the temple is also the supreme main god of the temple.He is the main god of the temple who would tremble three times when he stomped his feet.He never imagined that this person would dare to be so arrogant and ask him to be his servant.

Xing Wuming's words were no longer bold, he was trampling on the dignity of the Lord God of the temple, crushing and humiliating him.

The face of the main god of the temple was ashen.At this time, he has forgotten the way to ascend alive no matter what.The heart is even more hostile.

He is the main god of the temple, how could he be someone else's servant.With a sudden thought, he had a decisive thought in his heart, and he wanted to resist desperately.

He ignored Xing Wuming and arrived at his Mingmen sword.He punched Xing Wuming suddenly.It's just that it's too late now.

Xing Wuming raised his lips and smiled, and raised his hand to seal the spiritual power of the Lord of the temple.

The spiritual power of the god master of the temple was sealed by Xing Wuming, and he could no longer raise any spiritual power.This punch was just scratching Xing Wuming's body.

He looked at his fist with dejected eyes and felt extremely sad in his heart.

The demeanor of the main god of the temple pleased Xing Wuming.

At this time, Xing Wuming suddenly smiled at the god master of the temple.The god master of the temple has not yet understood what this smile represents.He saw this person stretch out a palm to the top of his head.

At this time, the Lord God of the temple felt that the crisis of life and death was in front of him, and he suddenly shouted loudly: "I am the Lord God of the temple, if you kill me, the temples in the sky and the earth will not let you go."

"Ha ha ha ha!
you say?After I turn you into my doppelganger, will the temple still chase me down? "

Xing Wuming smiled contemptuously, and his outstretched palm had already covered the heavenly cover of the main god of the temple.

boom!
The main god of the temple only felt a bang in his head, and his face was instantly distorted as Xing Wuming searched for his soul.

After searching for the soul, Xing Wuming smiled cruelly when he saw the main god of the temple who was injured by the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

The god of the temple's chaotic, muddy consciousness suddenly became clear, and he opened his eyes and looked at Xing Wuming in fear.

"What is the main god of the temple? It is your luck to be the avatar of the deity."

Xing Wuming's deep black eyes suddenly flashed red, and the master of the temple only felt a bang in his head, "No..."

Xing Wuming's words terrified him, he was the supreme god of the temple, and even if he died, he could not be this person's clone.

It was just his momentary resistance. After a tingling pain in his head, he lost his own consciousness like a sea of ​​​​consciousness.

Looking at the primordial spirit like a blank sheet of paper in the sea of ​​divine consciousness of the temple master.Without hesitation, Xing Wuming slipped his separated Moyuan avatar into Yuanshen's forehead.

(End of this chapter)