Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

"what happened?!"

The disciples of the Sun Moon God Congregation had already begun to flick their crowns to celebrate, and the earth trembled violently, and they all collapsed to the ground.

Xiao Lin frowned, his face showing a little dignity.

Because he clearly saw that on the group of divine power that was enveloping Qianjun Shengyi, there were densely packed silk threads connected to the top of every pottery figurine.

In the next second, horror appeared on everyone's faces.

Thousands of pottery figurines on both sides of the sacred mound actually opened their eyes at the same time, turned their heads stiffly with a click, and looked at the invaders at the door with a murderous look.

"Oh my god, these clay figurines actually moved!"

"They will kill us!"

The pottery figurines walked toward them at the same time with heavy steps. Thousands of behemoths moved at the same time, causing the entire sacred mound to be violently shaken.

All the disciples were panicked and confused.

Xiao Lin showed a sharp look in his eyes, clenched his fists to gather his strength, leaped forward and attacked the pottery figurines who were walking in the forefront.

However, Xiao Lin's punch on the chest of the pottery figurine failed to inflict any damage on the ceramic firing guy. Instead, his hands were numb.

Xiao Lin was astonished. The pottery figurines grabbed Xiao Lin's shoulders with both hands, and threw them like a bowling ball, and fell heavily beside the disciples of the Sun Moon God Congregation with a "bang".

"hiss."

Xiao Lin took a deep breath and said solemnly, "The strength and defense are very strong. These guys are not ordinary pottery figurines."

"Even... even Master Xiao is not an opponent of these pottery figurines?"

"We will die here, run!"

Seeing that Xiao Lin was all shot flying by the pottery figurines, all the disciples were completely panicked.

I don't know who was the first to take the lead. All the disciples turned around and fled to the corridor behind them.

"Don't move!"

Xiao Lin shouted in a deep voice: "All standing by my side, I have my own way to deal with these pottery figurines!"

"Pull you down, you are not the opponent of these pottery figurines at all!"

"You just die here by yourself, don't even think of dragging us to bury us!"

Everyone didn't believe Xiao Lin's words at all, and turned and ran away desperately.

Only two people still stood by Xiao Lin's side. They were the Setian King who was severely injured and unable to move, and Luo Qian, who had previously been admired by Xiao Lin.

More than a hundred disciples panicked like mourning dogs, rushing towards the dark corridor with their heads.

Just as they were so happy to escape from birth, the darkness in front of them suddenly flashed with two scarlet lights.

Everyone looked intently, and it was a pottery figurine who did not know when they were blocking their way, and with a single wave of their hands, all those who attempted to escape were returned to the sacred mound.

Hundreds of disciples collapsed on the ground, all of them panicked and at a loss.

All the pottery figurines attacked together, drew the sharp blade from the waist, and slashed at them mercilessly.

Everyone offered Magical Item to resist, but their attack at this level couldn't even hurt a little fur of the pottery figurines.

The screams were endless, and thousands of pottery figurines waved their sharp blades at the same time, like a sickle in the palm of death, relentlessly harvesting the lives of the disciples of the Sun Moon God Society.

In just half a minute, more than one hundred elite disciples of the Sun-Moon God Society were chopped into pieces by the pottery figurines, with no life left.

King Setian and Luo Qian were shocked by this scene, their faces pale as paper.

However, Xiao Lin always looked with arms folded, without any intention of intervening.

"As soon as we entered the tomb of the gods, all of us were locked by the pottery figurines. Even if the ends of the earth and the corners of the world don't kill us all, these pottery figurines will never give up."

Xiao Lin said calmly: "For you two, staying here should be the most wise decision you have ever made in your life."

"Because those who forsake me are looking for their own dead ends."

Se Tian Wang and Luo Qian nodded with lingering fear. They had no doubt. If they had just escaped with the disciples, they would definitely be attacked first by the pottery figurines at this time, and would be chopped into bloody minced meat.

"Master Xiao, but what should we...what do we do now?"

Se Tianwang trembled: "Do you have any way to escape?"

"No." Xiao Lin shook his head.

"you......"

Se Tianwang and Luo Qian flushed, but they didn't dare to breathe even if they closed their mouths.

Because after hacking all the disciples to death, the pottery figurines turned their heads at the same time, holding the blood-stained blade in their palms, and walked towards them again with heavy steps.

Thousands of five-meter-long pottery figurines approached at the same time, and the strong sense of oppression exuded made Luo Qian and the King Setian shiver, and one of them almost collapsed to the ground without holding back.

Only Xiao Lin still stood calmly with his arms folded, showing no signs of panic.

He didn't show it because he still had his hole cards hidden.

"You two stand close by my side, don't get close to these pottery figurines."

Xiao Lin closed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice, "Tell me when the pottery figurines are still ten steps away from us."

Luo Qian resisted the fear and didn't let himself faint, but Se Tianwang couldn't help holding Xiao Lin's arm tightly, wishing to become one with him.

Heavy footsteps sounded one after another, and every step of the pottery figurines approached made them frightened.

"Master Xiao, ten steps!"

Xiao Lin nodded slightly, took the storage ring from his fingertips and held it in his palm.

"Tell me when the pottery figurines have five steps left."

Five seconds passed in the blink of an eye, but for the King Se Tian and Luo Qian, these five seconds were simply longer than five years.

Luo Qian's legs kept trembling, and he was so scared that he could not help but pee.

Thousands of pottery figurines have surrounded them and raised the sharp blades in their palms. In the next second, thousands of sharp blades will fall at the same time and chop them into thin meat.

"Master Xiao, five steps!"

The moment Luo Qian spoke, Xiao Lin suddenly opened his eyes and threw the storage room into the air.

The small storage ring was shrouded in dazzling white light, so both Setian and Luo Qian had to close their eyes tightly to prevent being blinded.

The white light gradually dissipated, and they opened their eyes cautiously, only to see a broken sword between the rays of light in the sky.

Xiao Lin opened his arms and looked at the majestic power released by this broken sword, with an excited smile on his face.

Just now fighting against the zombie kings and ministers, Xiao Lin risked his arm being chopped off and did not sacrifice this treasure.

In fact, if it weren't for these pottery figurines, there would be no way to start, Xiao Lin hadn't even planned to use them.

Because of the powerful power of the Sword of God's Blessing, it is very possible to directly destroy all the tombs of the living dead.

But now that he was forced to use it, Xiao Lin couldn't help but start looking forward to it.

Last time I was in an unconscious state, the power of the Sword of God's Blessing could directly severely injure a rank 99 master of the Heaven Shield.

But this time, he had used the method of communicating with each other to tell the sword of gods and blessing that he was in danger.

This time, what kind of powerful power can the Sword of God Bless erupt?

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