Chapter 783 If You Provoke Me, You Will Be Killed! ．

Canglan Realm, East Dao Domain, West!

A place!

A tall, billion-year-old temple stands majestically, like a giant monster standing on the ground. From a distance, it looks like a standing and walking snake standing between the ground. The ancient temple is covered with golden runes, and each rune is surrounded by sacred light, looking like the words of God.

This is not somewhere else, it is the Dragon Temple.

The Dragon Temple has a long history and is quite famous in this world. Many holy places and sects will give some face. Therefore, over the years, all the monks in the Dragon Temple stand straight, like a magic sword, with an incomparable spirit and a look of contempt.

But today, things took a turn for the better.

All the people in the Dragon Temple bent their arrogant waists and lowered their noble heads.

"Oh my god, Jie Ao Temple!"

"How could Jie Ao Temple come to us? This is simply a fairy tale!"

"And the Holy Son of Tai Xuan, the three great masters of Jie Ao Temple actually surrounded the chariot of the Holy Son of Tai Xuan, what is going on, are they..."

"Shh, be quiet, no more!"

Shocked voices echoed faintly.

These people were whispering to each other, not daring to speak loudly.

Three saint kings came to Jie Ao Temple.

When they saw this scene, they were all stunned.

It was as if their brains were hit by bricks, dizzy and unbelievable.

Intuition told them that this was definitely not a good thing.

Sure enough.

The three saint kings of Jie Ao Temple kicked open the door of the main hall and rushed in.

Not long after, they captured an old monk and walked out.

The monk was wearing a pure golden robe, which looked like it was cast from pure gold. It was covered with various fish patterns and shone with a luxurious light. One could tell at a glance that it was definitely a treasure.

His face was pale at this moment, and his bald head was covered with cold sweat.

His legs and feet were shaking violently.

He was already very old, with a gray beard and various dead spots on his face, just like a dead person crawling out of a coffin.

The three saint kings of Jie Ao Temple put him aside, and then, in the shocked eyes of everyone, they came to the chariot and knelt down.

"Your Highness, this is the first generation ancestor of Dragon Temple. What do you think of the decision?"

"Are you asking this Saint Son?"

"What did this Saint Son just say?"

A voice came from the chariot.

Swish!

Xuan Ming immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

His original intention was to kill him in a certain way, but he didn't expect that it should be a direct kill.

Originally, he thought that he should go through some procedures or something. After all, he was a force that many forces today respected. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to just kill him like that?

However.

Hearing the words of the Taixuan Saint, he shuddered all over, raised his hand directly, and slapped the head of the first ancestor of the Dragon Temple.

"Buzz!"

The palm glowed with black light, and terrible power burst out instantly.

"Ahhh!!!"

The first ancestor of the Dragon Temple screamed in pain.

The strong man from the Jieao world was far beyond his ability to contend with.

And the magic cast by this strong man was far beyond his soul's ability to contend with.

Under the terrible power, his mind.

It only lasted for a breath.

Suddenly,

it disappeared!

"Bang!"

The body of the first ancestor exploded and turned into ashes.

No matter how strong he was, under the overwhelming strength, he was as small as an ant.

With the tragic death of the first ancestor.

The remaining monks' faces turned pale, and they trembled and dared not speak.

They had expected that their fate would be the same as that of the ancestor.

They didn't know what they had done to offend the Holy Son of Taixuan, but they were exterminated for no reason.

The other party didn't even seem to want to tell them the reason, and just wanted to exterminate the whole family.

"I don't want to see the rest of them again."

"Three breaths."

"If you can't do it, you can go home."

A faint voice came out.

Xuanming was sweating profusely, and hurriedly said: "Yes! Yes! Your Highness the Holy Son!"

Then, he turned to face everyone in the Dragon Temple and said: "The Holy Son has ordered to destroy the Dragon Temple!"

In an instant, a fierce battle broke out.

In less than three breaths, the Dragon Temple was flattened to the ground.

Cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

Not a single one was left alive.