The Age of Universal Gods: My God is the Big Boss of the Heavens

However, it is precisely because of this that Su Lin has a lively and interesting event.

The temple that takes money and helps people get rid of disasters is actually meddling in other people's business today? What kind of experience is this?

The old Taoist clenched his fists and walked out of the City God Temple. He directly scolded the warrior: "Do you know where I am? How dare you make trouble here?"

Hearing this, Su Lin couldn't hide his smile in his heart, because last time he and Chen Baixing and his party not only fought, but also beat the bully to half paralysis.

If he meddled in other people's business like today, he would have come out long ago.

The only possibility is that this old Taoist is only superficially profound, but actually afraid of Su Lin's strength, and he did so out of self-exposure.

The warrior frowned and looked back at the old Taoist. He was very familiar with this person, and naturally knew that his background was not simple.

After all, there are many dignitaries and nobles in the black market of Beijing, and the old Taoist is even more well-connected.

If you pick anyone out at random, can't you peel off your skin and pull out your tendons?

However, relying on the power of his master, his temper also grew, and he looked fearless.

After all, this woman must be obtained today.

"Chen Laodao? I think you know my identity. This woman is what my young master wants. Do you want to go against him?"

What is it to go against the dignified Northern Prince? It is equivalent to treason.

Such a serious crime, even if the army is mobilized to flatten the City God Temple, it is not excessive at all!

The warrior wanted to use this huge hat to intimidate the old Taoist, but he didn't know that he was determined to save the girl today.

So he walked slowly to the warrior, his tone was cold, and it was even colder than Su Lin.

"Didn't you hear what I said just now?"

The warrior immediately lost confidence, his tone became a little lighter, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"You, do you know what will happen if you go against my young master?"

The old Taoist didn't want to turn against him completely, and he was concerned about the identity of the prince. Otherwise, the warrior would have been beheaded long ago.

The warrior was frightened by the old Taoist's momentum, but he still said arrogantly: "Hmph, wait for me to report to the young master, I will make you pay for it!"

The old Taoist listened, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, "Really?"

The warrior suddenly felt a chill on his back and realized that he had said the wrong thing, but at this time, it was too late.

The old Taoist made a sword gesture with his hands, and just moved slightly, a black breath emanated, and then the warrior's eyes turned blood red, and he pinched his neck fiercely, with a very painful expression.

Su Lin frowned, because he found that this black breath was not an ordinary spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but rather the power of evil cultivators.

In fact, in this world, cultivators are also divided into good and evil.

However, it does not mean that the righteous must be good people, and the villains must be bad people. It depends on what angle you look at the problem.

The most fundamental difference is their cultivation method. Although the evil cultivators are also based on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, they often use various means to achieve rapid improvement.

All things in the world are interdependent. If you want to gain speed, you have to pay something.

Therefore, although their strength is much stronger than that of cultivators of the same level, they also have many shortcomings. For example, some people have a shorter lifespan, and some people lose their cultivation on the night of the full moon. But what is more terrifying is that they often go crazy and bloodthirsty.

Through the power of the old Taoist, Su Lin can be sure that he is an evil cultivator, there is no mistake.

Moreover, this power is not low, it is almost the same as his own, but if it is calculated according to the general cultivator, it is only the late stage of the innate cultivation, a full difference of two small realms.

In his hands, this warrior has almost no chance to escape.

He struggled with all his strength, making a sound similar to phlegm in his throat, calling for help from the crowd.

But at this time, strangely, the crowd that had gathered to watch the excitement completely ignored his existence.

However, since the Taoist priest had no ill will towards him, he just needed to be careful.

Anyway, this warrior who worked for the prince of the dynasty should be killed. He could do such a thing as robbing a common woman.

The warrior's body was full of blood, as if some creature was parasitized in his body. In the end, he was torn into pieces and died without a complete corpse.

Seeing this, Su Lin frowned. He couldn't help but think that the Taoist priest was showing his strength and used it as a warning?

In any case, Su Lin was in an advantageous position now, so he was not afraid.

Just put his hands behind his back and be a simple spectator.

After the Taoist priest dealt with this guy, the black aura on his body dissipated instantly, and in just a blink of an eye, he became like an ordinary person.

As if what happened just now had not happened, he still looked kind, "Sorry, I'm sorry to waste your time, please follow me."

Su Lin followed the Taoist priest and entered the space with the wooden sign in his hand.

He was surprised to find that there was still this huge mansion here, with birds singing and flowers blooming, and beautiful scenery.

There were also many warriors who were practicing, about a dozen of them, all wearing black night clothes, as if this was the uniform of the temple.

They all wore a wooden sign on their waists, which was roughly the same as the one in Su Lin's hand, but the words on it were slightly different.

It seemed that all the people from the five sects who were here had this.

At this moment, Su Lin found that a breath of air was coming from the back of the house. He frowned and felt pressure.

This is actually a strong man in the middle stage of foundation building?

Su Lin was a little unbelievable, because according to the previous reminder of the master of the temple, even Jin Yonglie was only in the middle stage of training.

This is a whole realm away, and Su Lin felt very difficult.

Fortunately, he now has the two precious divine weapons, the Divine Sword and the Seven-Colored Lotus, in his hands. If he is forced to fight, he is not without a chance of winning.

So, he suppressed his inner panic. Now, it is the calmest and safest.

His identity has not been exposed. Don't people still regard him as a member of the temple? At that time, the worst thing is to pretend to be humble.

This is not a coward. Saving Ding Pingzhou is the most important thing.

"I don't know what to call you, little brother?"

The old Taoist led the way in front and asked.

Su Lin did not hide it. This name is not famous in the Shenzhou Continent for the time being, so he is very relieved.

The old Taoist was somewhat puzzled, as if he was recalling, when did a master named Su Lin appear in this temple?

However, there were too many people in the temple, and most of the five gates were poorly managed. There was no actual list of personnel, so he could not check it, and could only rely on wooden signs to identify them.