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Chapter 69

Chapter 69 Little Five (Minor Repair)

    That's the fifth!

    The spire of the Pope's Hall towers into the clouds, and the door of the hall is several stories high.

    This majestic building is awe-inspiring, announcing to the world what a supreme being, admired by hundreds of millions, lives here.

    However, because the golden light array was extinguished, the golden light shining on the glazed door was no longer there. Only the gray clouds were reflected on the glazed mirror surface, which dyed the five colors with a layer of shadows.

    The two stood outside the gate of the temple, ignoring the guards who were trembling in front of them, but did not dare to step forward with their swords in hand.

    As soon as Xia Churan landed, he clenched Qiu Wanxuan's hand tightly.

    Qiu Wanxuan looked sideways, and the other party also looked back. The eyes that were originally darkened by demonic energy, now one eye has returned to clarity.

    One of his heart hangs tightly, "An Yan..." released the sword spirit, and I'm afraid I can't help myself from now on.

    Xia Churan's voice still had a strange magical sound, "Don't worry. When I get my revenge, I'll prove it to you." When he finished, he raised his sword and waved.

    Hearing a loud bang, the door of the Pope's Palace was slammed open by a sword.

    The guards who guarded the hall had no room to fight back, so they were instantly stunned by this sword, and fell into the hall with the sword energy.

    On the high seat at the end of the long steps, sat a blond figure, looking from the gray eyes under the man's forehead, outside the door of the temple filled with smoke, two figures with their backs lighted, were outlined in an arc, and they both carried their swords and stepped in. Temple gate.

    "Dou Shixiao, how is he?" Jiang Jin's figure was heavy, but still calm.

    Qiu Wanxuan looked at the man on the high rank, uncontrollably flashing through the night of the Qiu Family Massacre in his mind, anger burning in his heart.

    Xia Churan also sternly looked at the man, the "uncle" in name. The tragic death of his mother appeared repeatedly in his mind. The memory was deeply imprinted in his sea of ​​consciousness like a branding iron, burning his spiritual platform. His anger almost spread, and even the air in the hall was heating up.

    The red pupils that had just recovered a trace of clarity were once again covered by shadows.

    "Not dead yet." Qiu Wanxuan said calmly, "but he has been seriously injured, and I'm afraid he won't live for long. Even if we don't kill him, Yin Zhou will kill him."

    Jiang Jin closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Taking a breath, her white fingertips pressed on the seat indistinctly, almost crushing the carved animal head on the armrest.

    But after a while, he still forced himself to remain calm, and when he opened his eyes again, the bottom of his gray eyes returned to calm.

    The beautiful eyes rolled, glanced at Xia Churan, and smiled a little tiredly, "Why, don't you say hello when you see uncle?" When the

    words were finished, he heard a loud snort, and Xia Churan raised his sword and pointed at the high-level.

    An Yan's demonic energy crossed the long and empty hall, locking the enemy if there was any substance. Jiang Jin could almost feel the demonic energy condensed into arrows, piercing sharply to the center of his eyebrows, and it was about to cut through the skin in an instant.