Kill the heroine at the beginning, and the little apprentice sister will take away the luck

But when he arrived at the teleportation hall, Leng Zhuxin and the other two had already broken down the door of the teleportation hall.

Just one step away from entering the teleportation array.

The guards who were responsible for intercepting them all stood lazily, covering the non-fatal wounds on their arms or chests, with no intention of stopping them.

It was not until he heard his voice that he suddenly stood up and prepared to rush forward.

The messenger of God was in a panic at this time, and his eyes did not even turn to the guards.

Therefore, they did not notice that they were not trying their best.

The messenger of God suddenly pounced in front of the two of them, and had already drawn out his natal immortal sword.

The first thing he said was, "Where are you going, you little thief? How dare you trespass into the temple? Leave your life behind!"

He shouted this with great force, but it did not shock Leng Zhuxin and the others at all.

The two of them stepped into the teleportation array without any pause.

It is not difficult to activate the teleportation array, but when Leng Zhuxin embedded the fairy stone into the eye of the array and waited for the teleportation array to start.

The sword of the messenger of God is already before us.

Jiang Baimo quickly set up a teleportation array.

Leng Zhuxin attacked at the same time, and flew up while the teleportation array was not yet activated.

Holding the Shenbing Sword, he rolled out of the teleportation array and stabbed the sword at the messenger of God fiercely.

While the messenger of God was dodging the sword, he made a hand gesture with his other hand and condensed it into an ice cone and stabbed it out fiercely.

This was considered a "hidden arrow". The envoy of God was only at the middle stage of the Golden Immortal Realm, so how could he escape unscathed?

The ice cone pierced his back fiercely.

The messenger of God only felt a pain in his heart, and his heartbeat stopped for a few beats, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood.

When the other gods' messengers rushed over, they saw that he was seriously injured.

Leng Zhuxin, however, was like a fluttering butterfly, and returned to the teleportation array with just a flip.

Before turning over, he gave them a sword.

He did not hold back at all in this last strike, using all his strength.

The destructive power was naturally stronger than when the middle layer of the barrier was broken. Everyone in the hall was knocked to the ground, and the gods who hurried over had a hard time stabilizing themselves.

The most obvious and most important thing that was damaged in the eyes of these gods' messengers was the teleportation hall.

The thick palace wall was actually split open by this sword, leaving a crack half the wall deep. The palace door and the flowers and plants facing the outside of the palace were also cut off in half.

What a shame! What a shame!

This idea came into the minds of all the gods.

The next moment, he was filled with panic and fear, and his humiliated thoughts instantly turned into: "It's over!"

It's over, not Leng Zhuxin and Jiang Baimo, but them!

The temple was destroyed, and the gods knew about it without them even having to report it.

As for these divine messengers, along with these guards, they might be spared the death penalty, but they will not be able to escape punishment for their crimes...

Looking at the mess in the temple, before they could come up with a solution, an angry voice rang out above the temple.

It belongs to Zhenyuan Jun.

The fear in their eyes grew even stronger, and their whole bodies began to tremble.

The next moment, they all knelt on the ground, shouting in trembling voices, "Lord, please forgive me."

Zhen Yuanjun rarely asks about the affairs of the temple. Now that he is personally involved, I am afraid they will not end up well.

Only the guards kneeling behind the messenger of God were still thinking that the law does not punish the masses. They were all direct descendants of several major families. Even if it was a god, considering the offerings from their major families, he would not take their lives.

At most, it will be a slight punishment.

But they didn't know that the gods who descended on the temple today were not the gods who had more or less some relationship with them in the past.

It was not their ancestor, but Zhen Yuanjun.

Zhen Yuanjun had just had one of his eyes destroyed, his cultivation level plummeted, and he was filled with rage!

Without waiting for their explanation, he shirked responsibility.

Zhen Yuanjun had already taken action.

Although the gods' messengers were not touched, all the guards could not escape this disaster.

The guards were waiting for Zhen Yuanjun to punish them a little, but the next moment they suddenly took off into the air.

The immortal power in his body was constantly being drained away. When he wanted to beg for mercy, his throat was already tied and he couldn't utter a word.

There was finally more panic and fear in his eyes.

His hands and feet kept struggling, trying to break free from control.

But it was all in vain.

The kicking legs soon lost their strength, and even if they wanted to resist, they were powerless.

He could only watch helplessly as his cultivation and vitality were quickly drained away.

They could even see the wrinkles and spots quickly forming on the backs of their hands until they turned into skin and bones like dried corpses, losing their last bit of consciousness and closing their eyes.

But this is not the end.

Death is only physical. At the moment when the soul leaves the body, they are still a little confused.

The confusion had not yet passed, but the soul felt a huge suction force.

The next moment, their souls were completely annihilated and turned into a little power to nourish Zhen Yuanjun.

After plundering the cultivation, lives, and even the spiritual power of so many guards, Zhen Yuanjun's anger finally dissipated a little.

He frowned and felt his own strength, thinking that these guards were useless.

So many people were unable to restore his strength to the level before the formation was destroyed.

The power obtained from these people was not as strong as that of the little god who once followed Leng Zhuxin.

Zhen Yuanjun looked down at the gods' messengers in the temple with his only remaining eye.

His throat moved slightly, and his five fingers formed into claws, trying to draw away their strength.

However, considering that he still needed these divine messengers to do things, he could only retract his hand and said to them again: "Do you know who is the person who broke in today?

Your lives will be spared for now.

I'll give you five days to make amends for your crimes.

If you fail to avenge the temple within five days, they will be your fate!

In addition, the Leng family also needs to be eliminated as soon as possible.

As for Leng Zhuxin, I have changed my mind.

There is no need to kill him, just abandon your cultivation and leave your life to me."

Zhen Yuanjun's voice echoed in the air, and after it dissipated for a long time, the gods' messengers tentatively raised their heads.

After making sure that Zhen Yuanjun's consciousness was truly withdrawn, he stood up tremblingly.

Looking at the mummies all over the hall, the clothes on the back were almost soaked with cold sweat.

The gods' envoys who were on good terms with each other looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes.

Most of these guards were members of their clan, and they inevitably felt regretful.

A bit of dissatisfaction even arose in the secret part of my heart.

But they dared not show their dissatisfaction, not even to let anyone see it.

With pale faces, they collected the corpses of their descendants without saying a word, feeling mixed emotions.

Five days is not a long time. How can they find the two people who broke into the temple?

What's more, even if they find it, with their strength, they probably won't be able to capture it easily.

There was no time to feel sorry for these younger generations, as they started to worry about their own lives first.

Everyone hurriedly collected the corpses of their descendants, and without even waiting to return to their respective temples, they sent messages to each family, asking them to help capture those who had trespassed into the temple.

At the same time, they all came up with a way to conceal the truth.

If they really can't catch the trespasser, they can only find two scapegoats.