Stomping her feet, Wang Jingzhu put away her spear, ran towards the gate of Haotian Temple, raised her hand and slapped it on the gate. "Is anyone there? Open the door!"
Mu Chen laughed: Is Wang Jingzhu so angry that he lost his mind? He actually went to call the gate of Haotian Temple.
The door slowly opened to both sides.
Mu Chen was shocked: Wang Jingzhu really opened the door of Haotian Temple.
Wang Jingzhu was also shocked: the gate of Haotian Temple looked like it was a double door, opening both inward and outward. She was not surprised. However, it actually retreated to both sides!
There was a sacred light projected from the temple door, which stung Wang Jingzhu so much that she couldn't open her eyes. She subconsciously raised her hand to block the light.
When she got used to the optical fiber and lowered her hand, she found herself in the Haotian Temple. In front of her was a... statue of a god?
She glanced at the statue, then looked back and saw the closed door behind her.
She was really already in the temple.
Mu Chen's eyes widened. He clearly saw the gate of Haotian Temple open, but a ray of light struck him, and he blinked involuntarily. When he opened his eyes again, the gate of Haotian Temple was tightly closed. Wang Jingzhu also disappeared.
Bang bang bang!
Everyone fell to the ground like dumplings.
Mu Chen was awakened by the successive crashes and looked up at the sky.
The connecting light beam connecting the sky and the earth disappeared without a trace.
——Mo Wen ascended too quickly.
Mu Chen sighed in his heart when he heard Mo Wen roar angrily.
"Asshole! Asshole! You ruined my way to ascend! Ah - you ruined my way to ascend!" Mo Wen roared while pulling out his sword and slashing at the crowd.
But he was quickly kicked away.
Most of the attendants Mu Chen brought were Nascent Soul stage monks. Don't ask how a Jindan monk could be their opponent?
Mo Wen's ascension failed and he completely collapsed. He completely ignored the current situation. As if he couldn't feel the pain, he got up and picked up his sword to chop people. He was quickly kicked away again.
He got up again and struck with his sword, only to be kicked away again.
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After repeating it many times, Mo Wen was covered in scars and all his orifices were bleeding, but he was still shouting with red eyes. He was clearly staggering and could fall down while walking, but he was still struggling to fly his sword. He looks very crazy and vicious.
Changsheng and Changsheng tried to dissuade him at first, but after being injured by Mo Wen, they did not dare to get close.
When Mu Chen saw this, he was worried that Mo Wen would be beaten to death, so he drank his men down and prevented them from doing anything again.
Then it became Mo Wen who stumbled around dragging his sword looking for someone to hit, while everyone else avoided him.
"Where is my girl?"
After ignoring him and asking no more questions, Xiaosheng finally discovered that his master was missing.
Mu Chen pointed at the Haotian Temple. "She should have gone in."
So, everyone rushed to the door of Haotian Temple and tried various methods to open the door. Slapping, pushing, prying... If it doesn't work gently, I start kicking and slashing with my sword...
Mu Chen did not move, standing behind the altar and silently watching a new farce.
Haotian Temple cannot be opened from the outside, only from the inside.
This is a rule that every descendant of Haotian knows.
Before today, Mu Chen always thought this was a very ridiculous rule. No one could enter the Haotian Temple, so how could it be opened from the inside?
Today, Mu Chen knew that this sentence was right.
Wang Jingzhu looked at the light curtain coldly. She was about to look at the statue in front of her, when the light curtain suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her way.
"Dear Haotian residents, in view of the strong Haotian Holy Glory that you exude, the Haotian Palace Affairs Management Bureau recognizes you as Haotian's loyal apostle and solemnly issues the following mission to you: great, glorious, sacred, supreme The god Hao temporarily lost his self-awareness due to unexplainable reasons. The god's body fell into a small mortal world called "Jiyue" and was seriously damaged... The god had predicted this disaster before losing his self-awareness. , made various arrangements. Including arranging for this bureau to issue a divine body donation task. Accept? Reject?"
Wang Jingzhu was relieved: Just tell me, who is so bold as to pretend to be Haotian! It turns out to be the Haotian Palace Affairs Bureau!
Wang Jingzhu knows this organization.
Twenty thousand people from Haotian disappeared, but during this period, Xie Tian, the son of Haotian, and Fusheng, the direct disciple of Haotian, appeared. They were both functions of the Haotian Palace Affairs Management Bureau.
The person in charge of the Haotian Palace Affairs Bureau is a god-level puppet - Golden Pavilion. It is similar to the intelligent brain in mechanical civilization, but it is a cultivation product.
In her previous life, Wang Jingzhu had met the Jin Pavilion in heaven and knew that this person was a loyal "system" without any aggression, but he did not expect that she could also function as a "mission NPC".
Jin Pavilion won't be angry if you ignore the mission she issued. The fact is: this person has no emotional system.
Wang Jingzhu was silent for a long time, bypassed the light curtain, and chose to ignore it.
It's okay to reject the Golden Pavilion, but it would be terrible if the gods of the Haotian system thought she looked down on Haotian.
accept?
The memory of her first three lives reminded her: Mortals should not interfere with the affairs of gods.
She was just very strange, how could she have the Holy Glory of Haotian in her body?
There must be a mistake.
She was the Queen of Heaven's best friend in her previous life, so of course she supported His Majesty Lietian, how could she be Haotian's loyal apostle! !
Just as Wang Jingzhu guessed, the light curtain disappeared after receiving no response for a long time.
The statue of a god... doesn't look like a statue of a god at all.
This is a child. Approximately two or three years old.
Little bald head.
Wearing a plain linen suit.
"He" didn't know how many years he had been sitting here, but it was clean and spotless. The little bald head was shiny, as if it had just been scrubbed.
Wang Jingzhu raised her hand and touched it, and the linen clothes turned into ashes.
The fly ash fell, and "his" exposed "skin" was as clear as jade and felt warm to the touch, just like the skin of a living person.
If "his" eyes weren't so wide and unblinking, no matter how Wang Jingzhu pinched his face, his eyes would change, and Wang Jingzhu would have thought he was a real person.
"Haotian's statue? How could it be the image of a child?"
Wang Jingzhu looked at this smooth child and thought that she had shaken his linen clothes into dust, so she rummaged through the space of the Labor Palace and finally found a small camisole and used it as a dress for this "child" .
Looking from the outside, it is clearly a second-entry courtyard.
Wang Jingzhu looked around but couldn't find the second room.
Maybe she didn't find a way to enter other rooms?
Or should we say that the Haotian Temple is originally a space with illusion function. Looking from the outside, what we see is an illusion. In fact, it is just such a lonely hall.
"Haotian's temple, this needs to be studied carefully. There must be laws of space in it."
Wang Jingzhu sighed, dug out a RV from the Laogong space, and threw it in the main hall.
As the RV landed, the entire hall seemed more open.
Wang Jingzhu was delighted: Sure enough, this building uses the laws of space! The size of its space will change according to the number and size of people or objects inside.
