The construction site is still under construction and is moving very quickly.

At night, a group of young people came to the construction site, carrying swords and swords.

"Hey!" The white-haired young man in the lead shouted.

"What are you doing?" Lao Bao came over.

The white-haired young man knocked on the pillar next to him with the knife in his hand: "You are starting work here, have you asked me how many of you?"

Old Bao was happy: "Oh! Which god are you?"

The young man looked at the old bag and then the architects inside. He confirmed that his profession level was not high and was not his opponent. Then he said: "Don't both of us, in short, I will tell you now that this temple doesn't need to be built. If you don't want to die, get out early."

Lao Bao frowned: "If you want money, you can say it..."

"I didn't ask for your money, I just told you not to cover it."

"Are you sure?" Lao Bao smiled and said, "This is a temple built for God."

Hearing this, the white-haired young man shrank for a moment.

Now God’s reputation is greater than that of heaven. If it was created for God, he would not dare to move.

At this moment, a black-faced man behind the young man suddenly said, "He is lying. Look at the statue, it doesn't look like a god, it's clearly a demon. This is an altar created for the demon. It must be a magician who wants to kill people and sacrifice here and make preparations before the massacre."

Not to mention, the red-faced stone statue in the temple really looks a bit like a demon.

As soon as this was said, everyone shouted: "Yes, it must be an altar created for the demon."

"Disassemble it!"

I don’t know who shouted, but a large group of people rushed over and began to destroy the construction site.

These people are all professionals. Although their strength is average, they are definitely enough to demolish the construction site. They rushed up and beat them one by one, and their power is comparable to an excavator.

A young man rushed to a sculpture with a hammer and smashed it at it.

Just as it was about to hit, the sculpture suddenly opened its eyes and grabbed the hammer head. It was already rumbling: "Those who blaspheme the temple will die!"

boom!

With a punch, the profession flew out immediately.

When it fell to the ground, the profession was full of blood and seemed to be out of life.

Although he was just a low-level professional, he was shocked by the sculpture with one punch.

The white-haired young man was trembling with fear: "It turned out to be true, it is true..."

The sculpture had already strode over.

Not only this one, but all the sculptures in the temple opened their eyes and made magnificent sounds together.

"Those who blaspheme the temple die!"

"Those who blaspheme the temple die!"

"Those who blaspheme the temple die!"

However, because these statues are also supporting columns, they do not leave. The only thing they really do is to act in the four platforms in front of the temple.

They stood in front of the steps of the temple and exuded an extremely powerful aura.

"Did you see it now?" Lao Bao looked so surprised: "I know it is a real temple, so why don't you leave quickly."

Seeing this, these people dared not stay there and ran backwards.

Seeing them leaving, Lao Bao snorted: "Some people only know how good they are after suffering. By the way, you can stop too."

The four statues stopped chasing and returned to their original position.

Lao Bao has slowly continued to go back to drink, humming "Choose the Tackle":

"Look at the black hole in front of me, it must be the thief's nest. When I go in and kill him..."

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The gangsters left the construction site, walked through a valley, and came to the side of the road.

He stood there on the sixth day of the lunar month, like a javelin straight.

When Bai Hai looked at the sixth day of the lunar calendar, he was angry and didn't even hit him: "I'm so dumb, I dare to lie to us to find trouble for the temple. Do you want us to die?"

On the first day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the

Baimao shouted, "Don't show my mother to me, I can't understand sign language. What about another bastard? Why don't you come out?"

On the sixth day of the lunar month, a note fell from the palm of your hand:

"You have completed your mission and can leave."

"Fuck!" Baimao immediately scolded: "Is it that cheap? You cheated me for this matter and you will lose money, at least 30,000 crystal coins! Otherwise, don't think we can let you go."

After thinking about it for a while, I put away the notes.

Then he smiled and lit his fists.

"Do you want to fight?" Baimao yelled.

Before he could say anything, he had already punched his lower abdomen.

The punch was heavy and fierce, and it hurt that he bent down.

"I..." Baimao had only time to curse one word, and saw a fist magnifying quickly in front of his eyes, and then he flew out with a bang.

What a heavy punch.

Why does a priest have such heavy punches?

Baimao couldn't figure it out. He was about to call everyone to go on the 6th day of the lunar calendar and took out something and shook it at him.

"Did you accept the invitation to compete?"

Baimao was stunned: "You want to launch a duel against me?"

The sixth day of the lunar calendar nodded very seriously.

Baimao was amused: "I am a level 20 killer. Are you fighting with me? Are you looking for death?"

The sixth day of the lunar calendar continued to nod.

"Ha, the relationship is good, and I save you my invitation." Baimao accepts it quickly.

The next moment, the two appeared in the arena.

Baimao was about to say something, but when Chu Liu slowly pulled out a scepter that imprisoned the demon.

The colorful halo shines with flowers and people's eyes, making the white hair confused.

"God...mythical weapons?"

Nodded seriously at the sixth day of the lunar calendar.

He made gestures, and this was his first time entering the arena, but Baimao couldn't understand it.

He has been completely blinded by mythical weapons.

But the next moment, he bit his teeth and said, "It's just a priest. So what if you have mythical weapons?"

When the sting was launched, the white hair rushed to the sixth day of the lunar calendar in an instant.

The characteristic of assassination is fast, and bloodthirsty killers are known for their high-frequency performance and high-frequency performance when they are approached by killers, unless they are fighting, they are difficult to resist in general professions.

A figure flashed, and the white hair was approaching Chuliu, and he was stabbing it at Chuliu.

The sprint cannot be avoided, so even though he retreated, the knife was still firmly hit.

But the next moment, the sixth day of the dynasty had already blessed with the glorious protection of himself.

The yellow light shield blocked the attack of the white hair, and the white hair was not surprised and directly launched the cutting.

Cutting: Attack the opponent, destroy the opponent's armor, and reduce the target's defense. Strike at this position and ignore the defense to a certain extent. Attacking the shield can cause additional damage to the shield.

Cutting is a killer's defense-breaking technique, and it has miraculous effects on armor shields.

At this moment, the white hair continued to attack wildly, and in the sixth day of the lunar calendar, he continued to retreat, and at the same time he continued to release his blessing skills.

When the priest releases his blessing skills, he does not need any starting style, and only corresponding light flashes will be used as a reminder. Among them, the light guard is yellow cover, the peaceful mind is milky white, the war overture is red, and the gift time is blue.

At this moment, the sixth day of the lunar calendar took four steps back, and the body shone with four colors of yellow, red, white and blue.

At the same time, the white hair also made nine consecutive attacks in this short period of time, three of which were dodged, one blocked, and five successfully hit the target. Although the attack did not cause damage when blocked by the light shield, the attack that blessed the cutting was powerful. When the fifth knife was cut, the shield of the sixth century broke.

"A profession that is beaten is useless even if it has mythical weapons." The white-haired jumped up with a grim smile.

The white hair obviously has quite combat experience. He did not use powerful means at the beginning, and it was not until the shield of the sixth day of the lunar calendar was broken and finally showed his power.

crazy!

Tear!

The attack power of Baimao soared in an instant. Because of his extremely fast speed, Chuliu could not get rid of it at all. Baimao had stabbed thirty-eight times in a row against Chuliu.

"Die me!" Baimao roared confidently.
To be continued...