What should I do if the seven veterans are revived at the same time?

Water droplets slipped from the golden hair of the blood clan, obviously it should look embarrassed, but Zhuo Lan looked more and more gorgeous.

"Son of God" looked at him in disbelief, then at the holy water bottle that fell to the ground, and murmured: "This is impossible... this is impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible." Zhuo Lan said cheerfully, "My blood clan superpower is to nullify all natural enemies of the blood clan. Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

Garrardville continued to make up the knife behind: "If it is splashed on me, I may react more than Zhuo Lan."

Zhuo Lan glanced at him: "The reaction to taking a hot bath?"

Gaillardville shrugged: "Almost."

The audience laughed like crazy: [Hahahaha, stop scolding, stop scolding, and then you will be stupid if you scold others! 】

[Precious holy water is poured on a blood clan who is not afraid of holy water, die laughing! 】

[Speaking of which, Zhuo Lan is completely immune to holy objects, isn't that invincible?Immortal? 】

"You dare to call me so blatantly, I thought you had prepared something powerful."

Zhuo Lan looked at the "Son of God" and said with a sneer, "If the previous temples could hurt me, it was because of their powerful magic, and they knew how difficult it is to deal with a blood race! It is absolutely impossible to hurt me with just a bottle of holy water." , Didn’t the scriptures say it, and didn’t you say it in your so-called oracle dream?”

"Son of God" was speechless.

His eyes can indeed see places that are difficult for ordinary people to reach, but the so-called magic is not at all.And among the believers, even if there were non-human beings who could turn into beasts, they obviously couldn't reach the level of being able to fight Zhuo Lan face to face.

"It seems that your dream didn't tell you this." Zhuo Lan squeezed his chin, forcing him to look into his eyes, "Then why did you dream about me?"

The young human fell into the control of the blood race again, and replied uncontrollably: "I had a dream the night I brought the statue up from the basement...I think it was a reminder from the gods."

The red pupils of the blood race looked into each other's eyes: "Just seeing me as a child, you think the gods want you to kill me?"

"You are standing in the sea of ​​blood, with a face like a wicked boy." "Son of God" replied straight away, "As long as the person who saw that scene... has no other thoughts in their minds except to destroy you."

"So, it's not that the gods asked you to kill me, but you made your own claims." Zhuo Lan sneered, shook off the young "Son of God", and calmly passed him to the secret room, "I thought you would know something, now It seems that a blind cat bumped into a dead mouse. Just like this, trying to challenge the blood race is really beyond self-control...!"

"Stop! Do not approach the sacred object...!"

"Really?" Zhuo Lan looked at the two remaining things in the secret room.His gaze rested on the statue for two seconds, and he felt an inexplicable feeling of "near-native feeling" in his heart. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he took off the big sword with the scabbard.

The vampire held it so easily, and carried it with one hand. Others had to hold the heavy cold weapon with both hands, as if it was just a flimsy toy in their hands.The believers were surprised for a moment, but soon remembered that the power of blood races and ordinary people was very different, and they were not the same.

Gaillardville raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you even used the sword of the temple now?"

"I'm not afraid of this. Other blood races will burn their skin when they touch sacred objects, but I won't." Zhuo Lan weighed the sword and sneered, "Speaking of which, this sword is really dusty here. You don’t even deal with the rust on it. Even if it’s an antique, you should build a fully enclosed cabinet with constant temperature and humidity, right?”

"What do you want to do?" "Son of God" wanted to come up and snatch the sword, but the eyes of the blood race were always blood red, making people afraid to approach, "Put down the holy sword!"

"It's just the sword of the temple knight, and it's also regarded as a holy sword. You are really worthy of the gods." Zhuo Lan sneered, raised his hand, "Herning!"

With this sound, Zhuo Lan threw the sword in the direction of He Ning, and the thing drew an arc in the air, and then He Ning firmly caught it.

"Son of God" said angrily: "You want to rob our sacred objects?!"

"Where. But logically speaking, the antiques dug up under your temple should be handed over to the country, shouldn't it?" Zhuo Lan raised his eyebrows and said, "My castle has been confiscated. What did I say? You admit that the so-called holy The things are brought out from the ground, so these things should be handed over to the ZF, am I right?"

Barrage: [Well... Although I am not wrong, why is it so funny when Zhuo Lan said this? 】

[Hahahahaha the castle has been confiscated, this ZZ is awakened, laughing to death! 】

[Yeah, Dragos said that, I just remembered that if you find an antique privately, you have to report it! 】

The tantric people only remembered this.

Of course, not everyone realizes this now.Some people have thought about it a long time ago, but after thinking about it, they selectively forget it.

"Even if we have to report it, we will handle it ourselves!" "Son of God" said, "Give it back to us!"

"It was very arrogant when you wanted to kill me, but now that the things are taken away by me, are you still so arrogant?" Zhuo Lan said, "Okay, to tell you the truth, the official people are outside. I will directly confiscate it for you later, You are welcome."

"No! You give me back the things...!"

Seeing that Zhuo Lan was about to reach out for the statue again, the "Son of God" gritted his teeth and rushed over to stop him.But just before he met Zhuo Lan, Zhuo Lan first met the statue——

Then fell down in an instant!

Bang!

The idol then fell to the ground and rolled down by Zhuo Lan's hand.

"!!!" Everyone who witnessed everything was shocked, and some believers even exclaimed, "Did the gods destroy him?!"

The "Son of God" could not answer.

He wanted to get close to Zhuo Lan, bent down to see if the blood race was dead or something, but he found that he couldn't get close to Zhuo Lan!

He also has no way to pick up the fallen idol!

It was as if there was a transparent cover covering Zhuo Lan and the statue, making it difficult for others to get close.

The next moment, another invisible force descended on the temple!

It is different from the hood that isolates Zhuo Lan. It seems to exist in the air, surround everyone, and be everywhere.When people want to move, they will feel an obvious stagnation, and even their breathing becomes cautious involuntarily.

Those who wanted to rush forward to see Zhuo Lan's situation felt more obvious.

Including the "Son of God", they seemed to be chained by invisible ropes and shackles, and an extremely heavy burden seemed to be placed on their backs, making it difficult for them to move an inch.

This is not normal—!

The idea came to everyone's mind, but none of them could speak.

They tried hard to open their mouths and make a sound, but their throats were strangled, and they couldn't do anything until their eyes were bloodshot.

Dozens of filming bees are still working normally. The audience didn't know what happened to the people in the temple, and they didn't even notice that none of them moved much. They just kept sending comments and asking questions: [Ah, what's wrong with Zhuo Lan?Why did it suddenly fall? ! 】

[Does the idol really work?Did it hurt him? ! 】

[It's not a hype, is it?It's a farce from start to finish. 】

[Fuck, shit, don't people who don't have first aid hurry up and take a look? ! 】

[Dragos dared to come to the appointment today, didn't he prepare some other means to save his life?Is it too conceited? 】

[The attack group has moved! 】

"Everyone, stay where you are." Fyodoro's voice was cold and low, and there was a strong sense of warning in his seemingly indifferent words, "If you don't want to encounter more terrible things, just sit calmly in your place superior."

In fact, that is to say, even if someone wants to move, they can't move.

——They are all in the "space" of the dragon.

The giant dragon can control everything here, if they want them to live, they will live; if they want them to die... then they will die instantly.

It would be easier for them not to move.

But fortunately, Feodoro didn't stop Gerardwell, Herning and Arsha much.

To be precise, the three of them had already acted in advance at the moment when the dragon's space was created.They each have their own strengths, and as long as Fedoro doesn't intentionally lock them up and form a confrontation, they can still move freely.

Gaillardville arrived at Zhuo Lan's side almost in the blink of an eye.

As soon as he waved his hand, the "Son of God" flew out a few meters uncontrollably and hit the table with a bang.But Gaillardville didn't even look at each other, just wanted to bend down to hug Zhuo Lan.

But, he was also separated.

"It's the power of the Protoss." Arsha also came over. With a wave of his hand, all the machines were scattered far away, and their conversation could not be recorded at all.

"The moment Zhuo Lan touched this statue, there was a strong fluctuation of the power of the gods." Arsha looked at the statue on the ground and frowned slightly. "The power of the gods is isolating him, and you are not allowed to touch him."

Gaillardville sneered: "It's just the protoss, I don't believe anyone can stop me!"

"You can despise the Protoss, but don't forget that Zhuo Lan is not the same generation as the Protoss!" Arsha said coldly, "If you forcefully break this cover, I don't care what will happen to you, but Zhuo Lan will How about it, have you thought about it?"

The three generations of blood clansmen squinted their eyes.

"So, we can only wait." Feodoro also came over, "In this case, these people in the temple cannot stay, or I will not be able to resist killing them."

Hening was still holding the sword. In fact, the sword reacted a little to him, but he could bear it, so he held it firmly.In the eyes of the believers, he came over to reconcile with a sword, and said, "Did you decide to wait? Then drive them out and let the military seal this place."

"One blockade is enough for me." Fedoro waved his hand, "You can all go."

The proposal sounded good, but the other three thought he had a good idea.

None of them moved, only Hening took out the communicator, spoke to the live broadcast team, and then dialed An Nuo's communication number.

After 1 minute, all filming bees stopped filming, and the star network live broadcast was suddenly cut off.

Three minutes later, heavily armed troops rushed into the temple and took over.

He Ning smelled which of the faceless people was An Nuo, and gave him the sword in his hand, shaking off the hot potato.

An Nuo grabbed the sword, pulled it out a few inches involuntarily, and looked at it.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing in my head...!