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Chapter 79 Temple

Qi Xiaoxiao's face froze, she stretched out her plain hand and hit the chestnut on his head.

"Nonsense, it was the first time I saw an idol, I was just excited."

Qi Xiaoxiao won't admit to being beaten to death, she used to be timid.

Li Xiaole pursed his lips, pretend, just pretend.

While the two were talking, the temple that had been waiting for Li Xiaole to enter was still waiting for life to enter.

"If you don't go now, when will you stay?"

In the temple, there was a rumbling sound, louder than louder, deafening!

"Buddhist lion roar?"

A trace of envy flashed in Qi Xiaoxiao's eyes, as well as some fear.

Being able to meet the Buddhist lion's roar shows that there is at least such a magical power here.

And what she was terrified of was that this supernatural power was once rated as a four-star skill.

She is just a first-order supernatural being, and the realm corresponding to the four-star skill is at least the level of the second-order peak.

That is, the level of Emperor Yan.

What about the two-star secret realm that was agreed upon? Why did such a leapfrog existence suddenly appear?

Yan Fang in the distance disappeared the moment the lion's roar sounded.

The next moment, he appeared above the temple.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Yan Fang snorted coldly, opened his arms, and streams of fiery vitality appeared around him, like spectacular fire tornadoes.

This kind of fire control ability made Qi Xiaoxiao's eyes hot for a while. When will he be able to reach this level?

"Fire Dragon Art, go!"

Nine fire dragons appeared beside Yan Fang, and with his soft drink, the group of fire dragons seemed to have life.

With a howl in the air, it spread towards the temple shrouded in golden light.

The next moment, the light was shining brightly.

The fiery red tornado pierced fiercely into the temple like a drilling machine.

There was only a click, and the layer of golden light was shattered.

In the temple, there were bursts of Zen sounds, and one after another Zen sound turned into golden characters in Wulong, making up for the golden light protective cover.

"Golden Light?"

Yan Fang frowned, this Buddhist technique does have merits, these Buddhist words can be attacked and defended.

It even has the ability to heal itself!

If this ability is used to the extreme, will it be possible to protect the entire Xia Kingdom?

Yan Xin had such a terrible thought in his mind.

Of course, at this stage, he was just thinking about it.

Such powerful supernatural powers can only be achieved by at least eight or nine stars.

And this kind of supernatural power currently only exists in mythology.

"Die..."

In the temple, it seemed that they were gnashing their teeth.

The voice is full of vicissitudes and unwillingness.

"How young is he, still not willing to die?"

Yan Fang's eyes turned cold, he stepped into the temple, stretched out his hand, and a fiery red sword appeared out of thin air.

A very long knife, hundreds of meters long.

A monk in white was sitting cross-legged in the temple, his face was covered with golden threads, and some places had cracked, looking horrible and hideous.

"Plastic gold!"

Yan Xin's head jumped, "Which monk are you from?"

Plastic gold is a method of longevity in Buddhism, which is to combine the mortal body with the eternal things to form an alternative life form.

This theory has appeared in some laboratory subjects.

But soon, they deleted this topic, for nothing else, it was too expensive.

"I, who am I, I am Huishu." The monk said softly.

Yan Fang frowned, the monk was obviously unconscious, and it might not even be this person who spoke.

The sky suddenly rumbled, and a series of Zen sounds suddenly appeared again, forming golden charms one by one, portraying them in the air.

It turned out to want to form a golden light protection shield again.