Doomsday Horror Storm

The Saint-Shou Church, located in the north of the temple, is extremely large, majestic, and full of sacred atmosphere. At the door, there is a row of guards wearing golden armor, standing quietly like stone sculptures.

Yang Xuan followed the guidance of the young man in blue and walked to the front of the Shou Sheng Church without expression.

"Sir!" A middle-aged man walked out from among the golden-armored guards. When he saw Yang Xuan, his eyes lit up. He walked over with a smile and said respectfully: "I will join you, Lord Guardian!"

A look of surprise flashed across Yang Xuan's face. He had just arrived here, and the other party knew his identity... This new world is indeed the largest base city in the world, and news is transmitted so quickly!

"Lord Guardian, the third elder told me that you must not be familiar with the work of the Guardian when you first arrived, so you ordered me to tell you!" The middle-aged man in golden armor said respectfully.

Yang Xuan nodded and walked towards the gate.

The middle-aged man in golden armor followed behind and said with a smile: "The work of guarding the Holy Temple is extremely important. He is mainly responsible for guarding the Holy Temple! The Holy Temple is the center of the Holy City and the residence of the Saint!"

He paused for a moment, then smiled and said: "In our temple, the person with the highest position is the hall master, followed by the deputy hall master! And the third one...is the guardian! And some of the elite members in the hall are all

They are called guardians! As for ordinary members, they are all called guardians!"

Yang Xuan walked in front and nodded absently.

The middle-aged man in golden armor glanced at Yang Xuan. Although he looked rough, he was very careful. He immediately saw that Yang Xuan had no interest in the hierarchy of positions. He immediately changed the topic and said with a smile: "Lord Guardian

, I will take you to collect the medal first, so as not to encounter some blind people who will bump into you!"

Yang Xuan nodded.

The two of them walked together for a short time before arriving at the hall of the Saint Keeper's Church.

This hall is extremely spacious, with plenty of light, and is extremely luxuriously decorated. Above the main hall, there is a calligraphy and painting hanging with a fairy-like large character: Holy!

Under the big characters, there sat a tall man in yellow clothes, with a burly physique, and a sharp look in his dark eyes from time to time, like a sitting lion, which was intimidating!

When the middle-aged man in gold armor saw the big man in yellow, he couldn't help but change his color slightly, and quickly said respectfully: "Greetings to the deputy hall master!"

Yang Xuan looked at the big man in yellow with an expressionless expression, no different from looking at a piece of wood. He walked up to him and said slowly: "I am the new guardian!"

The big man in yellow raised his eyebrows, raised his head and glanced at Yang Xuan. The invisible pressure on his body became heavier, and he said in a calm voice: "What's your name?"

"Nameless!" Yang Xuan said calmly.

"Hmph!" The big man in yellow sneered: "You are my guard in the temple, and yet you are so secretive that you don't even dare to say your name!"

Yang Xuan glanced at him indifferently, ignoring this obvious provocation at all, and said indifferently: "I want a medal!"

The big man in yellow's face trembled, and there was a little anger in his eyes. However, due to the rules, he only snorted, turned his palm, and a silver medal appeared. On this medal, a fairy mountain was carved!

"This is the Guardian Medal!" The big man in yellow held the medal with a strange smile on his face. He looked at Yang Xuan and said, "Get it yourself!"

Yang Xuan glanced at him, his eyes devoid of any emotion. Under the sneer on the face of the big man in yellow, his palm suddenly moved!

Click!

There was a sound of bones breaking!

"Ah... you, bastard!!!" the big man in yellow screamed, and then looked at Yang Xuan in shock and anger. At this moment, in the latter's hand, he was holding a silver medal... and he was holding the medal.

The palm of his hand has turned into a pool of blood, as if it had been crushed by life!

"You asked me to take it yourself." Yang Xuan glanced at him indifferently, then turned around and walked out of the hall.

The big man in yellow looked at the frail figure in shock and anger. The severe pain in his hand made him want to go crazy, but when he thought of the sudden and terrifying force just now, a chill filled his heart... If this young man wanted to kill him

If so, I'm afraid there won't even be a chance to resist!

"Who...is this person?" The big man in yellow murmured to himself as he looked at the retreating figure with cold eyes.

After leaving the hall, Yang Xuan and the middle-aged man in golden armor walked outside together... The middle-aged man in golden armor looked at Yang Xuan with even more awe, and there was also a hint of deep fear. The relationship between the big man in yellow and Yang Xuan just now

He could see everything that happened clearly. Following this indifferent young man, he felt like he was accompanying a dragon!

"The deputy hall master has 400 times the system, and has awakened the Kizaru bloodline, and his strength has increased by 30%, but he can't even take a blow from this young man!" The middle-aged man in golden armor was secretly shocked, and he was no longer around Yang Xuan.

He was talking and laughing so freely just now.

"I'm going to the temple to take a look, you don't have to come with me!"

After a while, when he arrived at the gate of the Holy Temple, Yang Xuan said indifferently to the middle-aged man in golden armor. Before he could answer, he walked towards the majestic and towering temple.

The middle-aged man in golden armor breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the desolate back with palpitations, and then turned around and returned to his post.

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The majestic temple is like a fairy palace. It is white and silent inside. Although it is extremely luxuriously decorated, it lacks a trace of popularity.

Yang Xuan walked slowly into the main hall and looked up. There was a wooden and rattan fairy chair directly above it, like an emperor's dragon throne, with a hint of loneliness and dignity.

Vaguely, Yang Xuan seemed to see a woman in white, sitting on the wooden fairy chair, looking at the silent hall, sighing to herself, which made people pity...

"Weier!" Yang Xuan stared blankly at the wooden and rattan fairy chair, murmured, and slowly walked over as if he had been summoned.

Arriving in front of the wooden and rattan fairy chair, a faint fragrance floated into the tip of my nose. This fragrance... seemed to bring back endless memories!

Yang Xuan stretched out his trembling hand and touched the smooth wooden and rattan fairy chair, as if he was touching the person in his dream after endless years...

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Pushing through the layers of clouds, I saw a majestic mountain peak. On the top of the mountain, there was a beautiful and lonely lily, blooming quietly alone. It has experienced countless years of wind and rain, but it still survives tenaciously.

Come down!

A long, long time passed...until one day, a whistling sound came from the sky. The sound was inaudible at first, and then gradually grew louder, until it was as loud as the howling of the wind. Only a black stone was seen, coming from a distance.

It shot up from the sky, its momentum gradually weakened, it formed an arc, and fell down without deviation, landing right next to the lily.

As the stone fell, the only sound between heaven and earth also subsided, and the surrounding area fell into silence again.

Time flies by, spring, summer, autumn and winter are constantly changing, violent storms, lightning storms, heavy snowfall... Various phenomena of nature flash alternately around flowers and stones, but they cannot change them at all!

A flower and a stone.

Relying on each other, we have gone through thousands of years!

Baptized by wind and frost, the carved stone is covered with scars, but the flower has not changed at all, because... the stone has been guarding it, covering it from wind and rain, and resisting all the hardships for it.

everything……

This is a hard stone, a stubborn stone!

Until one day, the bleak autumn wind blew in through the scars on the stones and blew on the flowers... The flowers withered and turned into petals, one after another, falling on the ground. When spring comes,

It turned into spring mud and penetrated into the stone...

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"Ah!" Yang Xuan suddenly woke up and sat up, his chest heaving violently, breathing heavily, and a little cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The dream just now was very clearly left in my mind, and I couldn't get rid of it.

"Why did I fall asleep?" Yang Xuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up from the wooden rattan chair, and found that at some point, the clothes on his back were wet with sweat and stuck to his body.

"Ta-da!"

At this time, a burst of messy footsteps suddenly came from outside the temple. Immediately afterwards, the door of the temple was pushed open, light shone in, and several men in golden armor ran in. At a glance, they saw Yang above the main hall.

Xuan.

"Greetings to the Guardian!" Several men in golden armor quickly bowed their heads and said respectfully.

Yang Xuan's expression returned to calm, he nodded slightly, glanced at them, frowned slightly, "What happened? Why are there so many people outside the palace?"

The voices of several men in golden armor were respectful, but they still could not suppress a trace of ecstatic excitement. They said excitedly: "According to the hall master, Her Royal Highness the Heavenly Saint is coming soon, and she ordered me to come and prepare to welcome you!"

"Boom!" It was like a thunderous explosion!

Yang Xuan's heart was shocked, his ears were buzzing, and the blood in his body seemed to be flowing backwards.

"Weier!"

After murmuring, Yang Xuan raised his head, his gaze penetrated the hall, as if he could see the distance... Under his sleeves, his fists were quietly clenched, squeezing the air, and clenching tightly!

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Yesterday I was so out of shape that I couldn't even write it down. Even if I asked for leave, there were only a few words... Hey, I'll make up for the updates I owe. I'll see what the status is today... If it's good, I'll update it three times... I'll make up one update first.

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