The Holy Son Struck by Lightning for Showing Off
I've heard that an Immortals and Gods has also appeared in the Central Plains.
Hehe...
Imposters who pretend to be gods and ghosts.
He is the only true Immortals and Gods in this world.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the wind blew stronger and stronger.
But the young man stood motionless in the wind and snow, like a statue.
He stands here for an hour every day.
This is a habit he developed from childhood.
Thunder cannot move it, and wind and snow cannot blow it away.
Then,
His hair and cloak were covered with a thick layer of snow.
From a distance,
It doesn't look like Immortals and Gods; it looks more like a snowman.
The young man involuntarily shivered, his lips turning white from the cold.
It's so cold.
But the time hasn't come yet.
Wait a little longer.
The Armor Slave standing behind him was covered in stiff, heavy armor, which, in the extreme cold, not only failed to provide any warmth but also chilled him to the bone, freezing his very soul.
But Armor Slave stood there like an iron tower, remaining silent and unmoved.
Compared to the aloof and cold young man, he seemed more like a god.
The time has come.
The heavy snow gradually stopped.
The young man exhaled a breath of cold air and rubbed his frozen cheeks with his palm.
He was getting ready to go back.
But soon,
He gently put his right foot back down after he had just lifted it.
Because he caught a glimpse of a bluish figure out of the corner of his eye.
An Azure shadow appeared beside him at some unknown time.
The young man's heart sank, and his face turned extremely ugly.
Inside this Divine Temple,
Within this vast territory,
Besides the Armor Slaves behind him and the elders in the Divine Temple,
Who is qualified to stand within a meter of him?
This is blasphemy against the Immortals and Gods; this is utter rebellion.
They must be subjected to the most extreme punishments, such as gouging out their eyes, cutting off their limbs, peeling off their skin, and removing their bones.
The young man was angry, but also terrified.
Because the Armor Slave behind him remained completely still.
Armor Slaves are created by the Divine Temple elders using living people and secret methods. Only one qualified Armor Slave can be successfully created from hundreds of strong, tall, and robust living people.
It possesses immense strength, is impervious to blades and spears, feels no pain, is fearless of death, and has no emotions.
He will be loyal to only one master for his entire life, and will carry out his master's orders without hesitation, even if it means killing himself with his own hands.
There are two such Armor Slave in the Divine Temple. One guards the Divine Temple 'Divine Temple treasures and secrets, while the other protects his noble Holy Son.
Although Armor Slave has no emotions, if anyone dares to approach him without his orders, Armor Slave will not hesitate to cleave them in two alive.
But now,
The unfamiliar green figure stood right behind him, no more than half a meter away.
Armor Slave remained completely still and indifferent.
This was something that had never happened before, and its strangeness instilled fear even in this Holy Son with his celestial appearance and divine body.
"Did you take the Marrow-Washing Jade Lotus?"
A cold voice rang out amidst the gradually dissipating snow and wind, clearly reaching the ears of the Holy Son of the Divine Temple.
The Holy Son of the Divine Temple was slightly taken aback, and then he realized what the Marrow-Washing Jade Lotus that the stranger was talking about was.
The Divine Temple contains sacred objects.
It is named Immortal Lotus.
The Immortal Lotus grows in the Kunlun Jade Pool.
One hundred years to sprout, one hundred years to grow, one hundred years to blossom, one hundred years to mature.
It takes a full five hundred years for a single Immortal Lotus to be born.
Legend has it that the Holy Lord of the Divine Temple five hundred years ago ascended to godhood after consuming this Immortal Lotus.
A few days ago was the day when the Jade Pool Immortal Lotus ripened.
To pluck this Immortal Lotus, the Divine Temple expended countless manpower and resources, diving into the frigid depths of the pool, finally succeeding in harvesting it and fulfilling their wish.
This is the biggest and deepest secret of their Divine Temple, and it will never be known to outsiders.
How did this uninvited stranger know this?
This Immortal Lotus was prepared for him to ascend to godhood; how could he allow others to covet and defile it?
The Holy Son of the Divine Temple is very angry, and the consequences will be severe.
"Armor Slave, kill him."
A cold voice came from the Holy Son's mouth, carrying an unyielding command.
But the Armor Slave, who was over two meters tall and as tall as an iron tower, remained standing motionless, as if he had been frozen senseless by the wind and snow.
The Holy Son turned around.
Uncontrollable rage
But he froze on the spot.
Because a face with dragon-like eyebrows and phoenix-like eyes, exuding a noble and dignified air, appeared before him.
But this face was far more handsome and dashing than his status as the Holy Son of the Divine Temple.
And that aloof, cold, holy, and noble temperament, compared to him, is like the bright moon among the stars, simply incomparable.
The Holy Son was deeply shocked.
He instinctively took a half step back, almost falling into the bottomless cliff behind him.
It even gave him a kind of illusion,
The other party is the true Holy Son of the Divine Temple, while he is merely a fraud.
Who are you? Who exactly are you?
The Holy Son's eyes no longer held that contemptuous indifference, that arrogant arrogance that once characterized him as a nobody and an ant.
All that remained was fear and unease.
"So you really did take the Marrow-Washing Jade Lotus. Where is it?"
The woman in green did not answer his question, but spoke in a more aloof and indifferent voice.
"The Holy Son is mine, Immortal Lotus is mine too. You can't take it away from me."
The Holy Son of the Divine Temple stared intently at the other party with eyes full of anger and hatred, and roared hoarsely.
"Armor Slave, kill him! Armor Slave, kill this imposter!"
However, faced with his master's orders, the Armor Slave, as immovable as an iron tower, remained completely unmoved.
It is a monster without emotions.
But its biological instincts remain.
The moment that figure in green appeared, a terrifying pressure, like a mountain, crushed its instincts and its soul, pinning it to the spot.
From the moment it was crafted into a killing puppet,
It has already forgotten what fear and apprehension are.
But at this moment,
It seemed as if it was recalling that feeling called fear and dread.
And it was intense fear, extreme terror.
Therefore, it dares not move, nor can it move.
Armor Slave made no move, the Holy Son panicked completely.
Although from childhood, the elders had always instilled in him the idea and concept that he was the Holy Son of the Divine Temple and a future Immortals and Gods.
He himself has always firmly believed that he is born superior to others and above all living beings.
But the only person he truly relied on was the Armor Slave who had always been his bodyguard.
Now that his loyal and invincible Armor Slave, has suddenly become disobedient, he has been reduced to an ordinary person without power or divine magic.
They're not even as good as an ordinary person.
"You won't talk? Then die."
Gao Yunyi looked coldly at this hysterical, emotionally out-of-control clown in front of him.
He doesn't like this person.
Too pretentious, too noisy.
His overbearing, arrogant aura was almost overwhelming.
He wouldn't tolerate such pretentious people in the world.
Moreover, the act was so clumsy, so deliberate, so artificial that it was repulsive.
Boom--
A bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking the arrogant Holy Son of the Divine Temple directly.