Return from the second dimension

"Stay alert, 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 to the ruins in front of him.

Unlike other lords of the Holy Dragon City, Qianlong prefers to carry weapons with him, so that they can be put into battle at the first time, rather than put them in storage equipment.

As Tang Zhen's right-hand man, guarding the last barrier beside him, Qianlong never let danger easily approach Tang Zhen.

In fact, since the establishment of the Holy Dragon City, Tang Zhen has been assassinated more than once, but almost every time it was quietly dealt with by Qianlong and his monks, and sometimes they would not even tell Tang Zhen.

In Qianlong's view, as the Lord of the Loucheng, Tang Zhen shouldn't be bothered by such things.

As Qianlong took the initiative to explore the way, among the lord of the Holy Dragon City behind him, dozens of people walked out, and they also followed Qianlong with weapons.

As for the other lords and contract cultivators, they all took a defensive posture and quickly dispersed towards the surroundings of the temples of the gods.

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

A faint noise came, and it passed into the ears of the people who were waiting, making their eyes condensed.

"Wow!"

The moss on the ground lifted up, and then a pale arm covered with mud stretched out to the ground, and the open palm was violently clenched.

"Crack!"

A chain of lightning appeared out of thin air, spreading around the crowd, enveloping several lords of the Holy Dragon City.

Relying on their powerful cultivation base, these lords of the Holy Dragon City quickly escaped from the erosion of lightning, but they also suffered serious damage because of this.

This kind of lightning spell has never been seen by the monks of the Holy Dragon City, and its lethality is obviously much stronger than the spells cast by native mages.

At the same time, the surrounding lords of the Holy Dragon City quickly launched an attack towards the ground, blasting the location of that arm out of a big pit.

A broken body was lifted out of the pit.

But then more arms protruded from the ground, and with a muffled sound, the coffin lid made of stone rose to the sky, and at the same time, the powerful figures flew out from the ground.

These suddenly appearing figures are all wrapped in black torn robes, and in the process of flying constantly, they reveal the chain armor that they wear under the robes.

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

However, in the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred similar figures appeared in the air, exuding a decadent aura, cold and depressed.

The head is a tall man wearing a gorgeous black robe, but with a shrunken face like a skeleton, holding a staff, coldly looking down at Tang Zhen and the others.

Its head has sharp long horns, which is obviously a race outside of humanity.

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

The dry dumb sound was like the rubbing of a rusty iron sheet, slowly emanating from its mouth, with a hint of doubt in its tone.

Tang Zhen faced the tall man far away, and after taking a look at the other party's sacrificial costume, he said in a cold voice: "Who are you, are you the guardians here?"

Hearing the words, the tall man turned his gaze on Tang Zhen, and after a few seconds of silence, he answered Tang Zhen's question.

"We are devout followers of the gods, guardians of the temples of the gods, swearing to the death to guard the peace here, and let the ordinary people not disturb the dwelling of the gods!"

When he said this, the leader of the guardian who resembled several corpses looked at Tang Zhen with cold eyes.

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

A red glow flashed in the eyes of the leader of the guardian, and then disappeared.

Hearing this, Tang Zhen coldly looked at the guardians who had not known how many years they had existed, but in fact their bodies had long since died, but continued to exist on the support of their souls, a trace of disdain flashed in their eyes.

Although this belief of the other party is worthy of respect, but they actually prevent everyone from entering the temple of the gods at this time, and they are naturally their own enemies.

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

A grinning smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Tang Zhen raised his finger to the guardian leader, and said in an icy tone: "Since you have been dead for so many years, it is better to stay underground. It's just a ruin. What's worth protecting of?

You may not know that a god you believe in was almost killed by me just now!"

When the guardian on the other side heard the words, he immediately shouted in an angry voice: "Profane one, die for me!"

"Damn it's you!"

As soon as the voice fell, the fierce battle between the two sides suddenly started!

The silhouettes flickered around the halls of the gods, and there were energy rays and the sound of sword clashing from the air and underground.

These palace guardians who have been asleep in the ground for many years have all the strength of the lord level, and the number of mages and warriors each occupy half.

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

Compared with the Tamriel brothers today, these guardians from ancient times have more fierce combat power, and they look like they are desperate between offense and defense.

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

As a result, the two sides immediately fought inextricably. Seeing the one-on-one battle could not help these guardians, the Lord of the Holy Dragon City who was watching the battle behind could not restrain the desire to fight, and quickly joined the battle.

In this way, the guardians immediately fell into the wind and were chopped into pieces of meat by the lord of the Holy Dragon City!

"Quick fight, don't waste time!"

Qianlong, who had been replaced by the fat man, immediately began to command the battle and clear out the guardians.

As the corpses of each guardian fell from the sky, the sky was full of the figure of the lord of the holy dragon city, only the fat man and the guardian's sacrificial leader were still fighting in full swing.

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

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

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

The fat man's cultivation strength has been advancing by leaps and bounds since joining the Holy Dragon City, and now he is stuck at the foot of the promotion.

If you want to cross this threshold, others can't help, and you need to complete it yourself.

At this time, the fat man had found the opportunity to be promoted. Once he crossed this threshold, he would be promoted to a true king-level monk!

This is extremely important to the Fatty himself, to the Holy Dragon City!

Under the gaze of everyone, the battle in the air has become more intense, and a little carelessness will cause serious damage.

At this moment, a cheerful laugh came from the sky, it was Fatty's own voice.

A violent and frightening aura spread around him, and the guardian sacrifice was caught by him, and he pulled it into two directly!