Zhao Lei was lying on a withered straw mat that originally belonged to a group of beggars, but now belonged to him alone.
To be precise, he was the only one in the entire ruined temple.
At this time, a group of beggars, old and young, gathered outside the ruined temple. They gathered here for various reasons.
These people were close to the ruined temple, and there were a few scattered groups sitting there. They lit a fire and set up a pot. There was something boiling in the pot, which exuded a foul smell.
These people naturally knew that the inside of the ruined temple was much better than the outside, but when they saw the three people lying not far away, with less air coming in and more air coming out, they gave up this idea.
Some of the former associates of the three people on the ground were staying far away for fear of being implicated. Some of them even had indescribable looks in their eyes.
The pot on the fire was simmering, and the yellow water and the indescribable substance inside were bubbling in the pot.
At this time, an old man next to the fire seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He was not afraid of being burned. He stretched out his hand to fish out the contents of the pot house and quickly stuffed them into his mouth, fearing that others would snatch them from him.
When the people around him saw this, they rushed to fight for it and even fought over it.
At this moment, a rumbling sound suddenly came from the distant sky, and the sound was getting closer and closer, but at this time the sky was still crowded with people, and there were no signs of rain.
Suddenly, a silver stream of light flashed across from the distance, followed by a golden flash, and just as they flew over the ruined temple, a bit of firelight fell.
As the fire fell, it grew larger and larger. When it appeared more than three feet above the ruined temple, it was a fireball the size of a stone mill.
When these people discovered it, it was already too late.
The fireball fell suddenly and exploded. The impact of the fireball instantly destroyed the ruined temple.
However, in the blink of an eye, the people among them were directly blown to pieces, and those who were not in the center were directly hit by the flying sparks. The flames burned large and small eschars on their bodies. Screams were heard everywhere.
Those who were on fire were rolling around on the ground, trying to put out the fire.
All the clothes on their bodies were stuck to their flesh. As they struggled, they were all rubbed off, and they were covered in blood.
These people were internally injured by the previous fireball explosion, and their internal organs seemed to have been displaced. The seriously injured ones only struggled for a while and then returned to the west, while the others continued to moan and groan.
Zhao Lei, who was in the ruined temple at this time, escaped the fatal blow by some unknown luck.
Although he also suffered internal injuries due to the impact of the fireball, it was not so fatal because of his strong body.
As for the collapse of the ruined temple, the injuries caused were secondary.
In these days, when people can't even eat, who will respect these gods? At first, many people came to pray because of natural disasters. Later, because it was of no use, the people came less and less.
The priests in the temple also took their belongings and fled in the past few months.
Therefore, this ruined temple naturally became a shelter for these beggars. They naturally did not know how to maintain it and it was in disrepair for a long time. However, it helped Zhao Lei and helped him stop the fire.
At this time, Zhao Lei was stunned by the impact of the explosion, and the air was filled with the smell of barbecued flesh.
Only a quarter of an hour passed when the silver light that flashed across the horizon turned back and rushed straight towards the collapsed temple, then blended into the crowd and turned into a dead body.
The strange thing is that the people lying on the ground wailing did not notice his arrival.
After only a moment, the golden flash of light returned, and then it kept shuttling back and forth around the ruined temple. After searching to no avail, the golden light appeared in the sky above the ruined temple.
At this time, the lightly injured beggars discovered that the golden light was a golden sword, and above the golden sword was a man in gorgeous clothes.
He has an average appearance, short build, dark skin, a full beard, and a fierce look in his eyes.
I saw him pinching a magic formula with his hand, and a flash of light came out from the brocade bag at his waist. A bronze mirror appeared in front of his eyes, and then a golden light shot out from the bronze mirror and illuminated the beggar underneath.
Black smoke suddenly appeared from the beggars who were illuminated by the golden light. Their skin and flesh were corroded by the golden light, leaving only bones wherever the golden light touched.
Just when the golden light was about to shine on the corpse transformed by the silver light, he suddenly stood up and changed back to his original shape.
This was a man in white with a handsome face. He was holding a magic spell in his hand, and a three-inch long sword suddenly shot at the bearded man.
The bearded man seemed to have been prepared for it. A paper talisman appeared in his hand, and then emitted a burst of golden light, turning into a shield to protect the bearded man in front of him, blocking the attack of the flying sword.
Then the golden sword he stepped on flew out and struck the man in white. At this time, the man in white saw that the blow missed and quickly recalled the flying sword.
The flying sword blocked the attack of the golden sword. The two flying swords were like two flying birds, constantly entangled in the air, making tinkling, clanking, and sparks flying from time to time.
At this time, the bearded man and the man in white were not idle either. Each of them was making spells and casting spells.
The bearded man finished casting the spell first, and a fireball shot at the man in white. Until it was three inches in front of him, the man in white hastily cast a cyan semicircular light shield to protect himself.
Then with a loud noise, fire and smoke spread everywhere, and cracks appeared on the light shield. The bearded man pursued the victory, and dense ice blades appeared in front of him, continuing to attack the light shield.
With the intensive attack of ice blades, the cyan light shield made a crisp shattering sound. The light shield could no longer hold on amid the intensive attacks and exploded directly, while the remaining ice blades shot straight at the man in white.
At this time, the man in white didn't care about his face. He rolled on a donkey and barely escaped the attack. Then he recalled the flying sword and flew away with the sword, while the muscular man with a beard followed closely behind.
Although the two of them had left at this time, they left behind a withered place. Zhao Lei, who was now lying under the ruins, had a look of yearning in his eyes.
When the two of them were fighting before, Zhao Lei had already come to his senses. Looking at the back-and-forth between the two immortals in front of him, his heart was already turned upside down.
There are immortals, but I didn’t expect that there really are immortals in this world. As a child, Zhao Lei listened to the blind old man in the village telling various immortal stories.
Zhao Lei has longed to be able to cultivate immortality since he was a child. He can be as free as those immortals, fly to the sky and escape from the earth, burn mountains and boil seas, and can do anything.
Especially after Zhao Lei became literate, he would look around for those fantasy novels, and sometimes he would be so immersed in them that he would not even bother to eat.
It wasn't until he was taught a few lessons by his father, and as he grew older, that he stopped thinking about it, and later turned to martial arts.
