Master Dan Dao

In a dense forest, Qin Yichen's consciousness was fully unfolded.

Now with the blessing of the Temple of Light Lord, his consciousness can cover a wider range.

Because Qin Yichen created the Godhead with the help of the villagers.

This square of heaven and earth is equivalent to accepting all the avenues on Qin Yichen's body.

The range covered by consciousness is at least twice as large as when I first entered this world.

"Um?"

"Something is wrong with these people."

Although there were still several miles away, Qin Yichen still felt the breath of these people.

"A Templar-level breath, alone. Wait, is this Matt's breath?"

"Slightly weaker than the breath of the Templars, a total of ten people?"

"Could it be that he escaped with Matt?"

Qin Yichen found that something was not right, immediately dropped his body, hid his breath, and slowly approached under the cover of trees.

"No, the breath of these eleven people is very strong, they don't look like they have experienced a big battle."

It was only a day since the temple was ravaged by Tier 5 monsters.

Even if Matt was the leader of the twelve horses in the temple, he would never be able to recover immediately.

Among them, there must be something strange!

As Qin Yichen stepped into the range of one mile, with the help of consciousness, he could finally hear the conversations of these people clearly.

"Holy Envoy, do you remember now? The order the Holy Lord gave you."

"Since the envoy is sober, he should take the next order from the holy lord."

"The Holy Lord has an order, Saint Envoy Matt, return to the holy temple and wait for an opportunity to assassinate Ares the God of War. After winning the hand, bring the head of the God of War Ares to the Holy Lord. A reward of 300,000 years of life."

Hearing this, Qin Yichen sighed in his heart.

Ares, even if you pierce your forehead, you will never think that your most trusted friend is a subordinate of the Holy Master, or a Holy Envoy.

Tsk tusk, brothers turn against each other, this drama must be very exciting.

After a brief silence, Matt's voice came.

"Follow the instructions of the Lord Lord."

After determining some details, the ten people left, leaving only Matt standing in place.

Qin Yichen secretly looked into the distance. Matt was still the same Matt, wearing the armor of the Temple White Horse.

But his eyes have changed.

The simple and candid eyes have disappeared without a trace, and what is left is only a deep look.

The kind of seeing through everything, everything is the depth of nothingness.

By Matt's side, were the soldiers who desperately escorted him out of the battle hall.

Even if they died in battle, they were extremely loyal and guarded by Matt's side.

Qin Yichen shook his head slightly.

"It seems that you can't touch this thing casually, otherwise you will definitely do stupid things."

The fatal injuries on those soldiers were not on the front, but from the back, from the white horseman they trusted so much.

Believe the person who should not believe because he is a member of the Zhan Sacred Hall.

Matt glanced around and found no sign of anyone, so he rose into the air and hurried towards the temple.

Not long after, Qin Yichen appeared in front of a group of corpses, and saw the expressions of the soldiers who fought in the Holy Palace before they died, with panic, incomprehension, and unspeakable anger.

Looking at the sky and the ground, Qin Yichen shook his head helplessly.

"It's really'not a family, don't enter a family'."

"You Ares lost your subordinate, and you want me to get it back as a nanny. Your Matt has betrayed the temple, and you are so unclean. You want me to help you with the aftermath."

"You really leave me speechless."

Lifting his foot slightly shook, the ground dust lifted, and the body was hidden underground.

At the same time, Qin Yichen looked up at Matt, who had returned to the sky. With a thought, he changed into the coarse cloth coat that the villagers often wear to cover his figure, raised his hand and wiped it on his face, mixing with the **** of war. The face of the temple changed again.

After doing all this, Matt also rushed back here.

He glanced at the corpse that had disappeared on the ground, then glanced at Qin Yichen.

"Who are you."

Qin Yichen changed his hoarse voice.

"Old man's name taboo, you are not qualified to know."

Matt wanted to do it now. After restoring the memory of the emissary, he had too many methods that he hadn't used yet.

If you can use it at this time, you will be proficient in dealing with Ares, the **** of war in the future.

But reason still let him dispel this idea.

This person can come here quietly, which means that he has enough strength to leave quietly, giving a shock to his feet, just to attract his attention.

"Okay, then I will just ask the name taboo, what is your purpose."

"Could it be that you also want a life span of 300,000 years?"

Hearing this, Qin Yichen laughed dumbly and waved his hand again and again.

"Life is not uncommon, old man."

Qin Yichen looked at Matt now, feeling a little sympathetic in his heart.

It took an unknown number of years to find a chance to kill Matt and enter the temple until he became the leader of the twelve horses in the temple.

To stay incognito, but also to try to kill a former close friend.

And the purpose of all this is actually just in exchange for a life span of 300,000 years.

It is something that God can take away from believers at will.

God?

Humph, it's just a group of self-interested people.

The only difference between them is whether the exchange of interests with believers is equal.

Take Qin Yichen as an example, if he really wants life span, there are too many ways to tempt believers to surrender life span.

And Matt’s boss, the so-called Holy Lord, enslaved Matt by relying on these robbed things.

The saddest thing is that Matt didn't even notice the slightest.

Still stupid to sacrifice his life for the Holy Lord.

Three hundred thousand years, which seems like a lot, is insignificant when there are enough believers.

Seeing Qin Yichen denied his guess, Matt sneered.

"Holy Lord uses life as a reward. You can't just say these cold words just because you can't get it?"

Qin Yichen smiled and shook his head.

"That's not the case, I just think you are pathetic."

"I don't need you to be pitiful, just say anything, don't chirp there!"

"I'm fine, it's just a little bit louder when I help you with the corpse."

Matt emptied his eyes, looked to the ground, and then looked at Qin Yichen.

"It seems that you are very considerate. I should thank you for this."

"For the sake of your cleverness, I have a chance to choose with you, join my holy lord, and live forever!"

Qin Yichen sneered.

What holy lord?

What about the sect that sounds more powerful?

Without creating a godhead, you can only eat ashes behind Zeus's ass!

What's more, even in terms of identity.

What is a divine Lord?

Have you ever cast a godhead?

"It's really getting more and more boring these years. A godless **** dares to challenge me." "It's also that the Holy Lord in your mouth is not here, otherwise, I will break his teeth."