My Fabulous Star Wife

The first thousand six hundred and fifty-five chapters

"Pavilion Lord, you say that every day."

"Aren't we Pavilion Master Ming not coming home?"

"Just smash the talisman and call people not, why go back to the temple?"

Li Xunjiu's words immediately caused a group of people to complain again. Several of these people were wounded all over, with blood in their mouths, and they were obviously injured.

"Everyone, I have received the news, I will come right away, please rest assured, brothers, if I don't come again, I will take everyone back to the temple to invite people, after all, this matter is not our fault, the level involved is too high." Li Xunjiu Road.

He didn't know how to crush the talisman to call people.

However, the tide water crushed the talisman on his body, and there was no response from the temple, like a stone sinking into the sea.

Ming Chaoshui was forced to go back and call someone. This matter could not be handed over to others. For example, if Li Xunjiu returned, he might be kicked out directly.

"it is good!"

"Great."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's eyes lit up, and they couldn't bear it here. Just as Li Xunjiu said that the high-level people can't control things, why should they stay here and suffer.

"Come back? Has anyone come from your Beimo Temple?"

Just when these people were in high spirits, a voice of abuse came from outside, and a group of people came in. This was a group of strong immortals.

The leader is a man wearing a robes of divine light, this man is rebellious and looks dark.

The man's name is Xian Gantian, and he is a strong man of the Xian clan who condenses the veins. His status is not below the Xianri God, but the status of the Xianri God is far below him.

In addition to the strong immortals, there are also a group of strong gods. The leader of these gods is Di Jian San. At this moment, Di Jian San has a cold face and a cruel smile on his mouth, especially when he sees Li Xunjiu.

"The two of you are not welcome here!" Li Xunjiu turned around and looked at these gods and immortals with awe.

"Snapped!"

Just when Li Xunjiu finished speaking, Emperor Jiansan's figure came in an instant, and he slapped Li Xunjiu away heavily.

"Boom!"

Li Xunjiu's body was smashed into the pile of rocks, his bones shattered, a mouthful of blood was spit out, his face pale as paper.

"Pavilion Master!"

"Pavilion Master!"

. . . The members of the North Moshen Pavilion rushed up, preparing to help Li Xunjiu up. Li Xunjiu usually treats them quite well.

"Boom!"

Just when these people approached Li Xunjiu, a figure fell from the sky. This person was Emperor Sword III. A terrifying divine light broke out from his body, and he shone around like a big sun.

A scream sounded, the members of the North Desert God Pavilion were shaken out one after another, and fell heavily to the ground, each vomiting blood, although they were not dead, they were also severely injured.

"Zheng!"

A dazzling knife light rose slowly, and a knife light flew out of Li Xunjiu's body, directly smashing the void and appearing at the center of Emperor Jiansan's eyebrows.

"Humph, overwhelming!"

Di Jiansan let out a cold snort, smashed Li Xunjiu's knife with a punch, and then stepped on Li Xunjiu's body and said in a gloomy tone: "The most annoying thing in my life is Human Race!"

"Why do you hate it? Are you at a loss in the hands of the strong human race?" Li Xunjiu sneered.

"court death!"

As if the scar was uncovered, the sword swept out of Di Jiansan's body and directly strangled Li Xunjiu.

However, it was quickly stopped by a powerful force, and the person who shot it was Xian Qiantian.

"Xiangantian? Do you want to protect this humble human race?" Di Jiansan asked with a grim expression.

"Human race is humble like a dog, but this person is the deputy head of the Beimo Shen Pavilion. It is enough to fight the crippling, and it will not be enough to kill." Xian Gantian carried his hands, his face was cold, and his big hand suddenly stretched out.

The five fingers grabbed Li Xunjiu's head like a sky hook.

"what!"

There was a violent roar from Li Xunjiu's throat, and a ray of light burst out of his head. It was his **** that was directly taken away by Xian Gantian.

Li Xunjiu's power, who had lost his gods, plummeted.

"Pavilion Master!"

"Pavilion Master!"

. . .

Those members of the North Desert God Pavilion who were wounded were so angry that they had no power to resist the powerful immortals and the gods.

"Our gods and immortals have lost two treasures. If you don’t hand them over today, I will tie you up. It says on the back that the thieves are marching throughout the Great God City." Xian Gantian also raised his foot and stepped on Li. Xun Jiu said on his face.

"There is a kind of killing me!" Li Xunjiu said coldly: "The temple will be the master for us!"

"North Desert Temple? It's been a few days now? Your North Desert Temple hasn't even had a personal figure now!" Xian Gantian smiled and said, "Don't dare to come."

"Yes, you little shrimps, the temple will take care of your life and death?" Di Jian said in a gloomy tone: "Don't dream."

"Well, what are you talking about with these humble things, one person stepped on me and returned after an hour, anyway, the distance is relatively close!" Xian Gantian looked at the many immortals who followed.

"Yes!"

These immortal races came up with a frantic laugh, and those **** races also rushed up, and the entire courtyard was full of screams and humiliating roars, and then Emperor Jiansan and Xian Qiantian let out cruel words and led people away.

This scene made many passing experts wonder.

"Did something happen to this Beimo Temple?"

"There should be something wrong, this face is croaked, no one has come out yet."

"What can happen?"

"That said, at least the four deputy masters of the Beimo Temple are not good? They are not low on the list of little gods."

. . .

Many people passing by the door pointed and stood at the door of the North Desert Temple and looked at the mess of the North Desert Temple.

It was so miserable.

However, the onlookers soon gradually left, and this matter also became their way of talking.

After a while, the two figures rushed over in a hurry. The two were the masters of Ming Chaoshui and Zhen Shenzi. They looked at the scene in the yard, and their faces were suddenly green.

"Damn, damn, angry old man!" The Zhenzi looked at the North Desert Temple in front of him with injuries all over his body, suddenly angry.

A murderous intent rose to the sky.

A terrible breath rose slowly, shattering the void.

"Pavilion Master, Elder!"

Li Xunjiu stood up trembling, and other members of the North Desert God Pavilion stood up trembling and walked up to salute.

"You don't need to be polite, you are wronged." Ming Chaoshui's face was pale, his fists clenched and walked over to help Li Xunjiu.

"As long as the North Desert Temple doesn't leave us behind." Li Xunjiu and other members of the North Desert Temple said one after another.

"Boys, the North Desert Temple will not leave you behind!" The figure of the Zhenzi came up, his face eased, but his tone was abnormal, like a sign of a storm.