Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

"thief?"

Yan Bing frowned slightly: "Where did the thief come from, dare to steal my Yan Bing's head?"

"The visitor is a Rogue Cultivators from Xizhou, and the Cultivation Base only has the 60th order of spiritual quality."

The island soldier respectfully said: "The little thief took advantage of the guard of the palace to prepare for the ascension ceremony and sneaked in. He happened to be led by his subordinates, so he took him down."

Yan Bing couldn't help but snorted and smiled, with a joking expression on his face, "A low-powered ant who dares to run to the Tai Sui master to move the ground and squeeze it up. The island mainly plays with him."

The incident about Yu Tianlei just made Yan Bing furious, and he didn't know where to sprinkle it, so a sandbag came.

No matter who the thief is, he will be out of luck today!

"Yes!"

As soon as the soldier waved his hand, two men immediately escorted a middle-aged man in.

The middle-aged man was so scarred that he could no longer support himself and was dragged in.

Obviously he had just suffered a lot, and now he only has one breath left.

Yan Bingju stared at the middle-aged man and said lightly: "What's your name?"

The middle-aged man was expressionless, and said hoarsely, "Chu Xiong."

"Chu Xiong, he is so lowly capable, and his name is quite majestic."

Yan Bing smiled contemptuously, leaned over and grabbed Chu Xiong's neck, "Dare to steal my Yan Bing's things, how many heads have you grown?"

The tenth rank of Yan Bing's divine rank is like a majestic mountain to Chuxiong, with a difference in strength.

So even though Yan Bing didn't use much effort, Chu Xiong was already surrounded by suffocation, and his face rose to the color of pig liver.

"Frankly explain, who sent you here and wants to steal something, the owner of the island may be able to show mercy and spare you a dog's life."

Chu Xiong smiled miserably, and shook his head: "I have nothing to say. Since it falls into your hands, I will admit it. If I want to kill, I will cut it. Just listen to it!"

"Yo, it's still a hard bone."

Yan Bing raised his eyebrows, kicked Chu Xiong in the abdomen, kicked him more than ten meters away, collapsed to the ground and was dying.

"Since you are looking for death, the island owner will fulfill you!"

A ball of Spiritual Qi gathered in the palm of Yan Bing's palm, and he jumped several meters high and blasted towards Chuxiong's heart.

Yan Bing used all his strength to strike this strike. For Chu Xiong, who is at the 60th level of Spirit Grade, the end will inevitably be the destruction of body and spirit, and no bones.

However, at the moment when Yan Bing's hand was about to touch Chu Xiong's chest, a light white mask loomed around Chu Xiong's body.

This mask is so thin that it is difficult to detect with the naked eye, at least with the Cultivation Base of people like Yan Bing.

The mask directly shook Yan Bing out, and slammed it heavily on the wall of the Fire God Temple, almost directly embedding him in the wall.

Yan Bing was shocked, and everyone around him fell silent for an instant, with complex faces all over him.

They all know how weak this Rogue Cultivators is, and they didn't even bother to catch him just now.

But with the full blow of Yan Daozhu, he was directly defended by others and flew out?

"Why Dao Master Yan can't even handle a 60th-level spiritual ant..." Some soldiers couldn't help whispering.

Feeling the strange gazes of everyone, Yan Bing flushed with anger, and blue veins burst on his forehead.

Just now Yu Tianlei's provocation has already made him furious. He wanted to vent his anger with this weak ant, but he actually planted such a big somersault.

You can't kill even a 60th-order spiritual product, how can you stand still in the future?

"You ants dare to resist, the island owner insists on cutting you alive, letting you know what life is better than death!"

Yan Bing clasped his hands together, gathered Spirit Power all over, and screamed: "Fire spirit, gather burning!"

The Spirit Power was running, and two red balls of light appeared in the palms of Yan Bing's hands, emitting a dazzling red light.

The temperature of the entire Fire God Temple became hot with Yan Bing's trick.

"Owner, calm down!"

Ge Tianji said in a panic: "If you use Burning Heaven rashly, the entire Fire God Temple may be razed to the ground by you!"

But Yan Bing had lost his reason at this time, and couldn't listen to Ge Tianji's words at all. Two balls of light were thrown from his palm, turning into two fire dragons, and biting away at Chu Xiong swiftly.

"Everyone, go back!"

Helpless, Ge Tianji had to let everyone retreat to a safe position.

Seeing that Chu Xiong was about to be burned and bitten into ashes, the fire dragon stopped abruptly about half a meter in front of him.

Yan Bing's eyes widened in astonishment, because half a meter in front of Chu Xiong, a blue whirlpool appeared out of thin air.

"This is... the spiritual skill of the water element?!"

Under the horrified eyes of everyone, the two fire dragons were drawn into the vortex, Yan Bing's strongest killer move was like a clay cow entering the sea, without making any waves.

"Give me up, give me up together!"

Yan Bing shouted angrily: "Chop this guy into meat sauce for me!"

The island soldiers who had been watching the excitement got the order and hurried forward with a roar, took the spear and machete in their hands and greeted Chu Xiong.

There seemed to be a strange repulsive force around Chu Xiong, which bounced them all away.

Hundreds of people rushed up, but they didn't even touch a single hair of Chu Xiong, and they fell on their backs.

The soldiers groaned in pain while clutching their chests. This weird scene made Yan Bing's face pale and at a loss what to do.

Ge Tianji hurriedly said: "Island Lord, although this Chu Xiong is low in strength, he can easily resolve our offensive. It must be that he has some kind of Magic Treasures!"

"We can't delay the important ascension ceremony for him!"

"you are right."

Seeing that Ge Tianji had found a step for himself, Yan Bing nodded heavily.

"The owner of the island can't waste time anymore, he must go to the ascension ceremony as soon as possible! As for this little thief, just throw him here first!"

After speaking, Yan Bing took all the soldiers and left, and there was no one in the Fire God Temple.

Chu Xiong struggled to get up from the ground, looking at own hands, his face was full of incredible consternation.

In the scene that just happened, he saw everything in his eyes. Whether it was to dissolve Yan Bing's ultimate move, or to resist the attacks of hundreds of island soldiers, he could not do it with his strength.

"what the hell is it......"

Chu Xiong muttered to himself: "I can't have such power..."

"Of course you can't have such power."

Before Chu Xiong's voice fell, a voice came from behind him.

"Because this is my strength."

Chu Xiong turned his head in amazement. A man appeared behind him at some unknown time, it was Xiao Lin!

"You...who are you?!"

"It doesn't matter who I am."

Xiao Lin shrugged and said with a smile: "Can you still move? If you can, leave here as soon as possible."

"Your daughter misses you very much."

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