The old man in zipper clothes had wrinkles on his cheeks and had some yellow-brown old spots. His trembling body looked extremely old.

The old man drooped his eyelids slightly, his somewhat muddy eyes were calmly staring at the woman wearing a thin gauze and charming body. His old and hoarse voice slowly spread out in the void.

"Haha, since I can come, I will naturally be able to leave. Old sir, what's the use of keeping that thing? Why don't you give it to the little girl?"

The dark eyebrows frowned slightly, and was silent for a moment. The woman spoke slowly, and a delicate chuckle suddenly sounded in the old man's ears. At the same time, the sound also came into Ke Bei's ears, who was selected on the second floor of the temple.

The old man with a very old face remained unchanged in his slightly turbid eyes. There was a hint of indifference in his slightly turbid eyes. Ke Bei was obviously not as determined as the old man. After hearing the tingling giggle, his heart suddenly trembled slightly, and an inexplicable heat rose to his lower abdomen.

"Dry!"

Ke Bei had a whisper of wine on his cheeks, and he grinned. He approached the window, looked up slightly, and looked at the void outside the temple.

"What a fucking fairy!"

Ke Bei licked his dry lips, looked at the delicate body in the void that made people's blood gush, and cursed in his heart, then seemed to think of something and frowned slightly.

"Who dares to come to the temple to grab things?"

After a moment of silence, Ke Bei glanced at the scrolls placed on the ancient bookshelf with a hot look.

There are tens of thousands of secret techniques in the Pond of the All Elephant Gods in the Temple of Luoshen, and the secret techniques in the Temple are even more vast. Every ancient scroll with a hazy luster is a secret technique. When you glance at it, there are probably as many as 100,000 secret techniques on the entire two-story building.

"Each winner of the title of the God of Fighting can only choose two secret techniques..."

Ke Bei narrowed his eyes slightly, looked out the window, and then looked at the ancient scrolls on the bookshelf. A greedy light shot out from the gaps in the corners of his eyes.

"That fairy dares to come to the temple alone, and he must have terrifying strength. After a while, the two of them will fight. I should be able to take advantage of the chaos and get a few more secret techniques!"

Ke Bei's eyes were bright. Although he only needed mental power to attack secret techniques and mental power defense secret techniques, the human race needed them. For example, the four human beings who surpassed war gods were all because of the cultivation of secret techniques. If these secret techniques could be brought back to the earth...

After touching the blood-colored token on his waist, Ke Bei pondered for a moment. The Fighting God Token had the authority to enter the temple to select secret techniques, but this authority could only allow Ke Bei to choose two secret techniques, just like when he was in the Los Angeles God Pond. Once he chose two secret techniques, his breath would be locked and he could no longer take away other secret techniques.

"Dad, the secret technique you left behind can deceive the laws of heaven and earth. Although I have only practiced the secret technique of human soul for a few days, it should be no problem to deceive that old thing, right?"

Ke Bei was a little uncertain. After all, the Lord of the Temple is a powerful man with the power of the Void Realm Great Perfection. It should not be so easy to trick him into stealing more secret techniques.

boom!

Just as Ke Bei was thinking about how to steal the secret technique, a deafening roar suddenly came from the void in the temple.

In the void, the old man in Mai's clothes had no change in his face. He still looked straight ahead calmly. Mai's clothes were as stable as Mount Tai. After colliding with the charming woman once, the corners of her clothes did not even move, while the woman's delicate face turned pale, her rosy and tender lips opened and closed slightly, and blood dripped down the corners of her mouth.

One fight, the right and right judgment!

Although the woman has the peak of the virtual realm, facing the Lord of the Temple, the winner of the title of Blood Abyss is still much weaker.

"Some things that don't belong to you... will never belong to you..."

The old man glanced at the woman calmly, and the old and calm voice slowly rang in his ears again.

"I have been wandering for thousands of years and came here just to get that thing. No one can stop me!"

The woman slowly raised her head, her charming face with an unprecedented sense of determination, her beautiful eyebrows slightly raised, and her slender fingers as crystal clear as jade slowly raised.

"So what if you are perfect in the virtual realm?"

A strange purple bright spot flashed on the woman's fingertips, and then the purple light turned into a thin purple glove, covering the woman's soft and white palm as crystal clear as jade.

Buzz ~~

A hard and mysterious aura slowly swept across the woman's body, and was ready to swing away from the woman's right hand with her purple fist.

"kindness?"

Feeling the inexplicable aura, an old man wearing a gray coat and was always calm and calm, his face changed slightly, his eyebrows frowned, and a solemn look appeared between his eyebrows for the first time. His old and thin palms slowly spread out, and a drop of crystal blood-colored liquid appeared in the old man's palm.

The power of the Lord of the Realm!

The woman looked at a drop of crystal blood that suddenly appeared in the old man's palm, her pupils contracted slightly, and her right hand with a purple fist tightened slightly.

She knew very well what the blood-colored liquid droplets in the old man's palm meant. The power of the Realm Lord is the original power condensed by the great Realm Lord. Even if the great Realm Lord wants to condense a drop of the original power, it will take millions of years and will cause certain damage to the body. Therefore, even the Realm Lord will not consume his own original power and condense the original power.

As the capable subordinate of the Lord of the Southern Underworld, the woman was even more responsible this time and wandered in the universe for thousands of years to the Blood Abyss Realm. However, even so, the Lord of the Southern Underworld only gave her a main artifact, but did not give her a drop of original power. This shows the preciousness of the original power!

The old man has the perfect strength of the virtual realm. Once he uses the power of the condensed origin of the Drop of the Realm, even if he has the main artifact, the woman still has no confidence and can grab that thing into her hand.

"You must not take away what the master left. If you are willing to look back now, I can let you leave."

The old man in gray coat looked at the purple fist in the woman's palm, was silent for a moment, and slowly spoke.

Because the woman took out the main artifact, the Lord of the Temple did not want to fight with him, so he took a step back.

The woman lowered her head slightly, and her flowing long hair covered half of her tender cheeks. She frowned. The woman fell into deep thought, as if she was weighing the old man's words.

Seeing the woman silent, the old man in gray relaxed slightly. He was unwilling to fight against a powerful Void Realm who had the main artifact. After all, he only had three drops of the original power of the world master, and he was reluctant to consume it. However, the old man did not notice that the firmness in the woman's eyes covered by her hair did not change at all!

At this moment, Ke Bei, who was in the second floor of the temple, had completed his disguise and transformed himself into an old man with an old face and a purple robe.

"Hopefully it will succeed!"

The old man who changed Ke Bei narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his palm, and grabbed the scrolls on the bookshelf. He had already included the two selected mental secret techniques in Qitian Tower, and was about to get the third secret technique!

boom!

Just as Ke Bei's fingers were above the ancient scroll with a faint light, the temple suddenly shook violently, and a huge purple handprint slammed into the sky, instantly blasting out a pitch-black hole in the temple like a broken temple. The purple handprint was pressed down with a bang, and Ke Bei's pupils suddenly shrank. Looking at the purple handprint pressed down with a bang, a heart suddenly hung in the air.

"Dad, you must be more reliable this time!"

With a silent prayer in his heart, dark golden light spots on Ke Bei's body swam quickly. In an instant, a battle suit with dark golden light appeared on Ke Bei's body.

Boom! Boom!

The purple handprints were pressed down with a bang, and the ancient bookshelf shattered, and the ancient scrolls emitting hazy luster on the bookshelf were scattered all over the ground, while Ke Bei's body was directly bombarded into the ground by the purple handprints!

"court death!"

Just as the purple handprints broke through the temple, an angry roar suddenly came from the void above the temple. An old man in gray coat, tapped his fingers, and the blood-colored droplet in his palm merged into his eyebrows. In an instant, a shocking aura burst out. The old man didn't expect that the woman would choose to take action in the end, using the power of the realm master with heartache. The old man took action with anger, and his old body disappeared instantly. With a teleportation, he suddenly appeared in front of the woman. His thin palm carried the terrifying energy that made the world dark, and he sealed hard on the woman's chest.

"snort!"

He shouted sweetly, and the purple handprint disappeared into the temple in an instant, and then he collided with the old man's thin palm.

Boom boom boom boom!

The woman who used the main artifact collided wildly in the void with the old man who used the power of the origin of the Lord of the Realm.

At this moment, Ke Bei, whose body was trapped in the rocks, slowly crawled out, spit out saliva, spitting out the gravel powder that was covered with his mouth, and then a light of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Dad is really reliable this time. The purple handprint just now has at least the attack power of the peak of the virtual realm. I haven't even lost a single hair!"

Ke Bei stretched the corner of the gold-wire suit, with an unconcealed smile on his cheek. Then Ke Bei's thoughts moved slightly, and the gold-wire suit turned into billions of light spots again and merged into Ke Bei's skin. Ke Bei's eyes looked at the secret scrolls scattered all over the ground with a scorching look.

"The golden thread battle suit is reliable, I hope the secret method of human soul is also reliable!"

Ke Bei murmured in a low voice, waved his purple sleeves and rolled it towards one of the ancient scrolls, and instantly placed it into the Qitian Tower.

In the void outside the temple, the two still fought fiercely, and seemed to have not noticed Ke Bei's existence at all. Ke Bei smiled secretly and buried his head in the scrolls containing secret techniques into the Qitian Tower. (To be continued)!~!

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