Yuming Temple is not as exaggerated as I imagined. The first hall I passed by, the Heavenly King Hall, also had the grimacing statues of the Heavenly King God suddenly jumped out to be Cheng Yaojin.

However, when we left the Heavenly King Hall, hundreds of monks holding...Dongyang swords surrounded us in the yard under the stairs. After a glance, we were basically ordinary monks of level 150, called the Martial Sword Monk.

"Who is the person coming? How dare you go to my Yuming Temple to be presumptuous?" A monk standing on the steps pointed at my nose with extraordinary momentum and shouted angrily.

"I've been rushing, so why are there so much nonsense? Just start fighting!" It's just a 180-level small wave ss. I stared at the sword monk idiotically and then replaced it with the sun-shooting divine bow with great provocation. Yaoyao was a "shocking sun-shooting attack", and the four clones even went down the ladder with waves of real rainbow blade aura.

I've taken action, and my four great kings don't have any nonsense. I rushed into hundreds of martial sword monks like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The Rage Dragon Ba Shi did not neglect, and used the troll again. When the cold saw in my hand shaking, there was a "clip slash". The sweat in my heart, it turned out that this guy used the decisive attack of probability as an active skill?

For a moment, meteorites, ice peaks, swords and shadows passed by, and screams arose...

Hundreds of level 150 monks and level 180 monk wave ss were killed in a huge gap in strength, only blocking us for two minutes. Don’t think about it, the destructive power of our group of wolf-like tiger-like guys is definitely above five top wave ss.

Even Feifeng, a well-informed female hero, couldn't help but sigh when he saw the corpse on the ground: "No one would have thought that these people were at level 150. Boss, your strength is really..."

Indeed, the four-turn players now have a bit of difficulty facing monsters of level 120. Those who can fight against level 150 monsters alone are considered first-class players. However, three or four hundred level 150 monsters plus a level 180 waves are all dead in just a matter of minutes.

Let’s not talk about the achievements of my four servants. Even if it is the Rage Dragon Bashi, one person killed no less than 40 martial sword monks. These monks were often cut into two pieces by the Rage Dragon Bashi with their swords.

The combat power of Yuming Temple seems to be just that, or the Boss who are a little higher-level are smarter and know that even if they come out, they will die. So until we found the eye of the Forbidden Air Formation under Feifeng's guidance, under an ancient tower that has experienced many vicissitudes, we still did not encounter any obstacles again.

"The eye of the formation is this tower!" Feifeng looked up at the tower as high as tens of floors with affirmation.

"Then let's take it off!" The Rage Dragon Bashi resisted the Overlord's Cold Sword Saw and rushed towards the bottom of the tower with a clang. The one who likes the Rage Dragon Bashi the most is Tu You, a silly man, immediately followed behind with a loud voice: "Disassemble it!"

With Feifeng's expression of pain, Toys Shangzhi called out the stubborn Rage Dragon Bashi, and called out the half-stubborn Tu You: "You think you are a blasting group? When will you demolish such a tower? "

He chuckled and shook his head, looking at the shocked angry dragon Bashi and the confused Tuyou, I said, "Second, although the array eye is this tower, if you want to destroy the array eye, you don't have to demolish the tower. I guess there must be a relatively special weapon in the tower!"

Feifeng nodded in agreement and said, "Well, my intuition should be some kind of striking instrument. If you listen carefully, is there a striking sound that is particularly fast?"

"No!" I wouldn't think there was something wrong with Feifeng's hearing, but I admit that I really had a bit of ear.

Of course, I was not the only one who was on my back, but I also said that the Toys Shangzhi said: "I didn't hear it either, but I think Feifeng was right. Let's go up and look for it, and you'll smash it if you see something wrong."

When he heard something to smash, Tu You's face, which should have been excited, was like bitter gourd, because the size of the tower gate determined the reality that he could not enter the tower.

Thinking that there shouldn't be too many perverts in the tower, I took Tu You and Jue back, and let Yunhu and Nianlong enter the tower with us.

The space inside the tower is not very large, but it is not small. This floor is about 200 square meters, and the layout is very simple, with some yellow shelves and flat tables. Of course, some calligraphy and paintings that look absolutely antiques are indispensable on the walls. They are very clean and spotless everywhere. I believe that human resources are wasted on weekdays for cleaning.

The four clones and Xiao Yinhe were left outside the tower by us. A group of six people quickly rushed towards the top of the tower. The space was smaller and smaller, and the layout was simpler than each layer. There was nothing at the back, and there was an indescribable mysterious smell. When we reached the fifth floor, I vaguely heard a striking sound, and the continuous high frequency almost made a series of striking sounds, which seemed to be...

"There is a monk knocking on wooden fish!" The toy Shangzhi seemed to want others to know that he heard the obvious sound clearly.

It was indeed a monk who was pounding wooden fish. On the highest level of the entire tower, that is, the ninth level, we saw a beard... The monk seemed not to have a head, but it was indeed a monk with white beards. He was concentrating on tapping a wooden fish with a basket with a foot that was cut from a basket with a concentration. It seemed extremely light, but the stick in his hand, the size of a rolling pin, had a phantom, and it hit at least five or six times in one second or more.

Master! This is my first feeling. If you are a player, if you have such a hand, the injury will be so high that it is absolutely eye-catching. Of course, I think this old monk is a master not because he sees such a high hand, but the momentum that radiates from the old monk. Judging from the momentum, he is definitely a guy of the same level as Chiyou.

However, this guy seemed to be tapping the wooden fish intently, and did not see us, the few guests. He made a gesture of silence, and I threw a spiritual enlightenment to the old monk, and then I understood why this temple was called Yuming Temple.

See the name of the emperor: The founding emperor of the Sun Purple Birth Empire, the son of Yu Lei, the guardian god of the Sun Purple Birth Empire. Level 255. Good at it and weaknesses unknown.

After telling Yu Mingfang's identity on the team channel, he saw three pairs of eyes with enlarged pupils, two hundred and fifty-five-level waves, asura, Chiyou, and Amaterasu's terrifying existences at the level of the god of terror.

Yunhu and Nianlong, who were in the same mind as me, were a little dissatisfied with my caution, but they cooperated very well and did not speak out. After all, they felt more clearly than me that Jian Yumingfang was powerful.

"I'm having trouble now, I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle!" Toysaka Sui said depressedly.

Feifeng said, "Yes, this level of waves... can't be done in an hour?"

"Don't worry about him, start to do it..." The brave man was fearless and angry dragon bashi shouted.

Of course, these words were said on the team channel, and the corners of my mouth were slightly raised, because I suddenly thought of the situation where I, who had just changed my job, killed the ignorant of the heavens in the secret passage of the village.

How similar was the situation at that time and now?

At that time, Ni Tian was concentrating on controlling his son's cottage leader and did not show me at all. Now, Jian Yuming Fang was concentrating on knocking on the big wooden fish, and did not show us at all.

I took a tentative step forward, and saw that Yu Mingfang still had no expression at all, which stopped the angry dragon domineering world with wide eyes. In his inexplicable expression, I took another big step forward. At this time, I was still seven meters away from Yu Mingfang.

Seeing that Yu Mingfang still had no reaction, I felt a little happy and took one step again, two steps, three steps...

With a swish, blood splattered everywhere, and a white head was gently pulled down by the Xuanyuan Sword, and a long-lost upgraded light suddenly rose on my body. In the shocked expressions of the three men on the plaything, Shangzhi and Yunhu, I smiled and snapped my fingers: "At the critical moment, it's still a unique trick that works!"

"Damn it, it's so cool!" The toy's Shangzhi had to give me a thumbs up: "The top wave ss says it's instant kill, and it's almost the same as playing games for you!"

The rage dragon Bashi also whispered: "Three, you are cruel enough. You don't let me enjoy such a pleasant thing!"

Feifeng was speechless because she had not been able to escape from the shock...

The throat-cutting move does have a very devastating lethality against human-shaped NPCs. The 45-level wave ss is against the sky and the 11-level rookie can't survive in the hands of a level 255-level wave ss. The 255-level wave ss chance of Yu Mingfang survived nearly 130-level. Now I have an attack power no less than the top wave ss.

As a non-player, Nian Long and Yunhu had completely different expressions. The former looked at me with admiration. Such a powerful character was killed by me with a sword. He was even more sure that his inner thoughts were correct, that is, his adoptive father was definitely the strongest person in the world. Yunhu's expression is worthy of investigation because he has no expression, but his originally bright and bright eyes have become deeper at this moment, as if he has entered a very wonderful thought.

Although the master and the servant have a similar mind, it is not to say that I can know everything in my mind that all the servants think. Moreover, at this moment, I just regard this as a way of surprise for the Yunhu who is calm in the face of change.

He put away the wooden fish stick mallet and the equipment that Yu Mingfang burst out. I, who stretched out the golden roll wings, tried to fly a few steps in the narrow tower and then happily patted Feifeng who was still stunned: "Feifeng, I didn't spend an hour hanging this old thing, you don't have to stay like this, right?"
Chapter completed!