"Stay vigilant, it's not safe here!"

Qianlong, who had always been behind Tang Zhen, had slowly drawn out a war knife at this moment and walked towards the ruins in front of him first.

Unlike other lords of Dragon City, Qianlong prefers to carry his weapons with him so that he can fight as soon as possible, rather than putting them in storage.

As Tang Zhen's right-hand man, guarding the last barrier by his side, Qianlong would never let danger easily approach Tang Zhen.

In fact, since the establishment of the Holy Dragon City, there has been more than one assassination against Tang Zhen, but almost every time it has been quietly disposed of by Qianlong and his monks, and sometimes he will not even tell Tang Zhen.

In Qianlong's opinion, as Tang Zhen, the lord of the city, should not worry about this kind of thing.

As Qianlong took the initiative to step forward to explore the way, among the lords of the Holy Dragon City behind him, dozens of people followed closely behind, also carrying weapons and following behind Qianlong.

As for the other lords and contract monks, they all took a defensive posture and quickly spread out towards the surroundings of the temple of the gods.

Tang Zhen stepped forward, followed the team, and also walked slowly towards the main hall.

A slight sound came and reached the ears of everyone who were waiting for them, making their eyes freeze.

"Whoa!"

The moss on the ground lifted up, and then a miserable white arm stained with mud reached out of the ground, and the outstretched palm clenched violently.

"Click!"

A chain of lightning appeared out of thin air and spread around the crowd, enveloping several Holy Dragon City Lords.

Relying on their strong cultivation, these Holy Dragon City Lords quickly escaped the erosion of lightning, but they also suffered no light or heavy damage as a result.

This kind of lightning spell, which the monks of the Holy Dragon City had never seen before, was obviously much more lethal than the spells cast by the indigenous mages.

At the same time, the surrounding Holy Dragon City Lords quickly launched an attack towards the ground, blasting out a large crater where that arm was.

A mutilated corpse was lifted out of the pit.

But then more arms poked out from the ground, and with a muffled sound, pieces of coffin lids made of stone rose into the sky, and at the same time, figures with a strong aura also flew out of the ground.

These suddenly appeared figures, their whole bodies wrapped in black torn robes, and in the process of constantly flying, revealing the chain mail they wore under the robes.

Their skin was pale and dry, their eyes shimmering with a faint white light, and they held weapons such as two-handed battle axes and heavy swords in their hands, pointing at the monks of the Holy Dragon City in the distance.

But in the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred similar figures appeared in the air, exuding a rotten aura, cold and oppressive.

The first tall man in a gorgeous black robe, but his face had shrunk like a skeleton, was holding a magic staff, looking down at Tang Zhen and the others coldly.

It has long sharp horns on its head, apparently a race other than humans.

"Blasphemer, get out of here, or die!"

The sound of a rusty iron scraping against it slowly emanated from its mouth, with a hint of unquestionable tones in its tone.

Tang Zhen and the tall man were far away, and after glancing at the other party's sacrificial attire, he said in a cold voice: "Who are you, are you the guardian here?" ”

Hearing this, the tall man fell his gaze on Tang Zhen's body, and after being silent for a few seconds, he answered Tang Zhen's question.

"We are devout followers of the gods, guardians of the temple of the gods, sworn to guard the peace of this place, and not let ordinary people disturb the abode of the gods!"

As he said this, the leader of the guardians, who looked like a number of corpses, looked at Tang Zhen with a cold gaze.

"So no one is allowed to enter here, except for the most devout believers, especially the blasphemers!"

The Guardian Leader's eyes flashed red, then vanished.

When Tang Zhen heard this, he looked coldly at those guardians who had existed for an unknown number of years, but in fact their bodies had long since died, but they continued to exist with the support of their souls, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Although the other party's belief was worthy of respect, they actually prevented everyone from entering the temple of gods at this time, and they were naturally their own enemies.

Since it is the enemy, the next thing is much simpler.

A sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, Tang Zhen raised his hand to the leader of the guardians, and said in a cold tone: "Since you have been dead for so many years, it is better to stay underground obediently, just a ruin, what is worth protecting?"

You may not know that one of the gods you believe in has just been beaten by me and almost fell! ”

When the guardian on the opposite side heard this, he immediately shouted in an angry voice: "Blasphemer, give me death!" ”

"Damn it's you!"

As soon as the words fell, the fierce battle between the two sides suddenly began!

One by one, the figures flickered around the temple of the gods, and the sound of energy light and sword collision was constantly heard in the air and underground, and the two sides of the battle were inseparable!

These palace guardians who have been sleeping underground for I don't know how many years actually have the strength of the lord level, and the number of mages and warriors accounts for half each.

In the words of the indigenous monks, they are a group of real "saints"!

Compared with today's Brother Tamriel, these guardians from the ancient times have more fierce combat power, and they look completely deadly between attack and defense.

In fact, they really don't have to worry about being hurt by the sword, because their bodies are dead and they don't feel any pain at all.

In this way, the two sides immediately fought inseparably, seeing that the one-on-one battle could not help these guardians, the lords of the Holy Dragon City who were watching the battle behind couldn't hold back their desire to fight, and quickly joined the battle.

In this way, those guardians immediately fell into disadvantage, and were chopped into pieces of minced meat by the lords of the Holy Dragon City one after another!

"Hurry up and don't waste time!"

Qianlong, who was replaced by the fat man, immediately began to command the battle and outflank those guardians.

As the corpses of the guardians fell from the sky, the sky was already full of the figures of the lords of the Holy Dragon City, only the fat man and the sacrificial leader of the guardians were still in full swing.

The strength of the two sides is almost the same, and the way of fighting is also extremely realistic, and they are both extremely fierce and violent.

A muffled sound came from the place where they were fighting, and the violent momentum made everyone around them frightened.

However, Tang Zhen and the others did not intervene, because he had already seen that the fat man seemed to be in a critical stage of breaking through.

The fat man's cultivation strength has begun to improve by leaps and bounds since he joined the Holy Dragon City, and now he is even more stuck at the threshold of promotion.

If you want to cross this threshold, no one else can help, and you need to do it yourself.

At this time, the fat man had already found the opportunity to be promoted, and once he crossed this threshold, he would be promoted to a real king-level monk!

This is an extremely important thing for the fat man himself and for the Holy Dragon City!

Under the gaze of everyone, the battle in the air has become more and more intense, and the slightest mistake will cause heavy losses.

At this moment, a hearty laugh came from the sky, and it was the voice of the fat man himself.

A violent and terrifying aura spread around him, and the guardian sacrifice was choked by his neck and directly torn in two!