Chapter 1200 Super Temple

Darkness enveloped the mountains and forests, and the surrounding fields were silent.

This is because of Xi'er, she is the king of the Great Beast Tribe, and even an insect in her territory must learn to be quiet, otherwise she will despise the majesty of the queen.

So, with Xi'er together, even if you ran around this hillside with bare buttocks for a few laps, you don't have to worry about being seen by some bugs or spirit beasts.

"Just here, I think this place is very good." Xi'er stopped on a piece of grass not far from the temple.

The grass on the grass is sparse and there are some stones.

The Undead Fire Phoenix frowned slightly: "Is this possible here? I don't think people sleeping below will be comfortable."

Xi'er: "?"

Ning Tao looked serious: "This is easy to handle, let's look at the husband's means."

He reached out his hand, and the grass seeds scattered on the ground and still hanging on the branches rushed to his palm. The power of the demigod came out of his palm, and his palm was wrapped in a layer of faint golden light, and the runes flickered in the golden light.

Those runes are not only runes of the power of good fortune, but also runes from the dragon spirit and the stone of chaos. There are a large number of them, which seem to be mixed, but they do not affect each other.

Ning Tao sprinkled the grass seeds in his hand.

Grass seeds fell on the grass, took root, germinated and grew rapidly. In a blink of an eye, the originally sparse grass turned into lush green grass, as soft as a green carpet.

Small flowers bloom one after another, and there is a faint floral fragrance in the air.

"It's so beautiful!" Xi'er exclaimed, and she couldn't wait to lie down on the grass, and then rolled a few times, "I like this place, let's sleep here tonight."

Ning Tao remained silent.

He still doesn't know what the two queens are thinking, it's better to pretend to be a pig.

Undead Huohuang said: "That's fine, Feng Lang, you can sleep in the middle, and sister Xi'er and I will sleep on both sides of you."

Xi'er said: "No, I don't want to sleep next to Hu Lang, I want to sleep on top of Hu Lang."

The Undead Fire Phoenix is ​​also generous and talkative: "Okay, then I will sleep under Fenglang."

Ning Tao: "..."

He made up the artistic conception of the Trinity,

But imagination is not enough at this time, and it is impossible to construct that mysterious and complicated artistic conception map.

The Undead Fire Phoenix lay on the grass, smiling: "Feng Lang?"

Ning Tao remained silent, continuing to pretend to be a pig.

"Feng Lang, what are you thinking?" The Immortal Fire Phoenix waved his hand.

"I...you..." Ning Tao stammered.

"Why are you so unhappy?" Xi'er said.

Ning Tao wanted to have fun, but he couldn't figure out some situations.

"Oh, you're really unhappy." Xi'er became impatient, and with a light hop, she jumped onto Ning Tao's back.

The collision was like shaking the earth.

Ning Tao suddenly understood, and an artistic conception was instantly drawn in his mind.

that picture...

Chicken is so beautiful.

The originally quiet forest is no longer quiet, and the beautiful and soft lawn has been trampled.

beep beep...

The sound of Chong Er's tripod suddenly came from the temple, the sound seemed like thousands of bees were busy collecting honey.

Ning Tao looked up, only to see that the temple had been enveloped by a cloud of ink smoke, and even he, the "host abbot", couldn't penetrate the ink smoke and see what was going on inside.

"Feng Lang, what are you doing?" the voice of the undead Fire Phoenix.

"I..." Ning Tao's voice came to an abrupt end here.

No matter how long the night is, there is an end.

But for Ning Tao

He said that he just closed his eyes and squinted for a while, and it was dawn this day.

There was chaos on the grass.

It seemed that a herd of goats had hopped, gnawed, and fought on this meadow last night.

Xi'er and Undead Huohuang are still in their dreams, and the corners of the two queens' mouths are smiling, so bright, so satisfied, your happiness.

Ning Tao got up from the grass, and subconsciously supported his waist.

His waist was empty.

His legs were sore.

This is a disease of happiness.

Ning Tao's gaze moved to the direction of the temple.

The temple is still shrouded in a cloud of ink smoke, and the situation of the temple cannot be seen.

Ning Tao was full of curiosity: "Didn't the guy Zong Er say that it would be done in a few hours? It's been a whole night, why hasn't it been done yet?"

He walked towards the temple.

But before he could walk out of the grass, Xi'er opened his eyes: "Hu Lang, where are you going?"

Ning Tao looked back at her, his eyes were full of pity and doting: "You are awake, I will go to the temple to see."

Undead Fire Phoenix also opened his eyes, staring at Ning Tao: "Feng Lang, let's sleep for a while."

Ning Tao's waist was inexplicably sore again, and he hurriedly said: "It's dawn, I don't know what's going on with Zong Er, let's go and see."

The Undead Fire Phoenix raised the corner of its mouth slightly: "Feng Lang, have you changed your mind?"

Ning Tao: "..."

His head hurts.

beep beep...

Suddenly, the sound of the Three Lives Cauldron was heard from the temple. The sound was dense, clear and loud, and it actually gave people a festive feeling.

This feels so weird.

The mind of the undead fire phoenix was diverted, and her and Xi'er's eyes moved to the direction of the temple.

The ink smoke covering the temple suddenly dissipated.

A temple appeared.

Ning Tao's eyeballs couldn't move, and his chin almost fell on the instep.

What appeared in his sight was not the small dilapidated temple at the beginning, but a modern building, the whole city was silver, about 20 to 30 meters high, with tall gates and walls, magnificent. In terms of structure and appearance, it looks a bit like the commercial center of the square.

If that's the case, that's fine too.

Temples don’t necessarily have to be brown walls and blue tiles. There is a god in the heart, and everything can be a god.

However, there was a golden lantern hanging in front of the lintel of the tall temple gate, which slowly rotated, casting golden spots of light.

this is...

I don't know what Immortal Huohuang and Xi'er thought, but when Ning Tao saw the golden ball, he thought of a nightclub, or a beauty salon, and it was the kind that would pull down the shutter door when a customer came in.

This is a bit ridiculous.

Temple Temple, that should be an extremely solemn and sacred place, what are you doing with some messy things?

"I'm going to take a look." Ning Tao walked away.

Immortal Huohuang and Xi'er hurriedly put on their clothes, followed Ning Tao's footsteps, and came to the gate of the temple together.

Before Ning Tao could open the door, Chonger's voice came from the temple: "Hahaha! Ning Aiqing, two mistresses, my shrine is finished, please come in and have a look."

The temple door burst open.

A piece of golden light came oncoming.

Ning Tao was dumbfounded again.

In the temple, every brick is golden, and every stigma is also golden, giving people the feeling of entering a golden palace.

But this is not what made Ning Tao dumbfounded.

He has seen the Temple of Good and Evil Cauldron on the Shenxu Mountain, and they are all gold bricks and pillars, and they are a thousand times more exaggerated than this.

So he does not reject the golden theme, but what makes him dumbfounded is that both the golden floor tiles and the golden pillars in this temple are engraved with patterns of Zonger, densely packed, and every expression and Actions are different. In this short period of time, he glanced over and saw at least dozens of engraved patterns looking at the tripod in the middle.

How narcissistic are you?

How do you engrave some patterns of you wearing bikinis and white gauze?

But that's not even the funniest.

The most amusing thing is that there is a golden platform in the temple.

Sansheng Ding stood in the middle of the high platform, with the posture of an emperor going to court.

Hao Xi'er, the undead Huohuang, was also dumbfounded. They obviously didn't expect that Zong Er worked hard all night to create such a temple.

Chong Er spread out a pair of short hands, and said with a chuckle: "Ning Aiqing, two mistresses, how is this temple?"

The undead fire phoenix quickly walked around to the back of the high platform.

Not long ago, Sun Xingjun's body was still there, and Zong Er didn't touch the body.

That's all she cares about, and she doesn't care about anything else.

Ning Tao didn't get used to it until then, and he asked, "Chong Er, how much spiritual material did you use?"

Chong Er said: "I used five million taels of immortal gold, nine hundred and ninety-nine pieces of spiritual wood, and one piece of spiritual jade and ten thousand spirits..."

Just the first number "scared" Ning Tao.

Prodigal!

What a loser!

Back then, when he first came to Immortal Realm, he couldn't even afford the accommodation fee for one cent gold. Now, five million taels of gold was spent on his magic weapon to repair the temple!

Fortunately, most of the fairy gold was snatched from heaven, otherwise he would be so distressed.

However, his heart was extremely excited and happy.

In fact, he didn't expect Zong Er to repair the temple to such a high level. At most, he just repaired the holes and cracks in the wall, but he didn't expect that this guy completely renovated the small dilapidated temple.

This shows what?

What is Zerg II's ability!

It has now surpassed the definition of most magic tools, and has become an unprecedented special existence!

If that real dragon Bolong was here at the moment, even if he was holding a heaven-defying magic weapon like the Dinghai Big Golden Cudgel, he would dare to smash him with the Three Lives Cauldron so that even his parents would not be able to recognize him!

This is not an illusion. As the owner of the weapon, Ning Tao has already felt how powerful the mana is hidden in Zonger's body.

Xi'er smiled and said: "I like the current temple, the previous one looks too dilapidated, can I live here in the future?"

Chong Er coughed dryly: "Of course Mistress Xi'er wants to live here. I will cover my ears and close my eyes when the time comes."

Xi'er froze for a moment: "Then I don't want to live here."

Her Hulang is so wild, she doesn't want to be surrounded by people, not even a temple tripod.

Ning Tao said: "Chong Er, let's move back to Dizang City now. We have been out for a day and a night. I guess Phillips has already entered the land of mortals, and there is not much time left for us."

"Quasi-playing." Chong Er stinky fart, pinched a formula with each pair of short hands, and then muttered something,

The ink smoke was released from the Sansheng Ding, covering the space in the temple in a blink of an eye.

Moving, the process is still invisible.