Naruto God-level Career System

Chapter 1542 Big times

The sanctuary itself is blessed by numerous enchantments, forming a special divine territory.

In addition to the zodiac, the sanctuary itself has 13 other palaces. These thirteen palaces belong to the temple of the twelve subordinate gods of the night owl goddess Patita and their sanctuary, and they belong to the thirteenth golden saint. They also belong to the dragon bones, the queens, and the lynx. Ophiuchus among the four special saints.

It’s just that now the twelve gods of the sanctuary have fallen, and their temples have collapsed and disappeared because of this. Only when they return, their temple will rise again and appear in the sanctuary.

This is the same in the Ophiuchus Palace of Ophiuchus.

And here is the question. Mukuro naturally understands what Saiqi meant.

Saiqi asked this, because he wanted to know whether Mukuro wanted Belmes and the twelve bronze gods to replace Hercules, the Hercules, or rebuild the twelve temples.

Sage City Mansion was too deep, and the questions asked were somewhat vague and seemingly out of focus.

“Of course it is in the enchantment of the sanctuary, but the original temple of Hercules and others is retained. Although they have been beaten into the place of eternal sleep, being beaten into the place of eternal sleep does not mean a complete fall. Sooner or later, there will be a time to return. Just re-build twelve temples around the sanctuary, and then spread the barriers of the sanctuary and cover the twelve temples inside.” Mukuro said.

“Yes.” Saiqi nodded.

And after Saiqi nodded, Mukuro looked at Belmes and the others again, “You should talk to Saiqi about the construction of the temple. By the way, besides that, I will give you another one for Belmes. Task.”

As Mukuro said, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Yeren, “He has inherited Steno’s power and is now half a bronze giant. It is up to you to hone him and let him master Steno’s supernatural power as soon as possible. How to use it.”

“Please rest assured, Mr. Mukuro, we will surely let him fully realize the power of Master Steno as soon as possible.” Belmes dare not care, hurriedly said.

After the Beiermes and their words fell, Mukuro immediately pondered, and then re-said, “It is still two months before the wedding of the sun god Abel. After two months, I am afraid it will be his The wedding will be the prelude to the real melee of the gods.”

Mukuro’s words fell, and Saiqi’s expression moved slightly. He said, “According to the information we have now, the beast fighters of South America, the god fighters of the Nordic Shrines, the ice fighters of the Far North Ice Field, the Eagle fighters of Eastern Wonderland, and the Eastern All these things have changed.” 彳

“Normal things.” Saiqi’s words fell, and Mukuro began to speak: “Now is a big era, those chess players standing behind the scenes naturally have to jump out one by one, scrambling and fighting! But no matter who they are and what they do, Sanctuary only needs to uphold the principle of maintaining justice and protecting the earth, and don’t worry about other things.”

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East, Qing Dynasty, Jiangnan Province!

The night shrouded the earth, and the dull thunder sounded like a drum.

Strips of silver lightning flashed continuously in the night sky, accompanied by thunder and lightning, under the depressive atmosphere, heavy rain poured down. In a quiet and peaceful town, torrential rain washed away and hit the bricks and tiles, making a fine and sudden sound.

The sound of thunder concealed the screams, and the torrential rain washed away the Bloodline. This night, without a doubt, is the night of murder!

Palace.

Wang Yumin was originally a veteran of the Qing Dynasty, the veteran of the two dynasties, but Emperor Yongzheng ascended the throne, but his status was precarious.

In order to protect himself, Wang Yumin had to sue the court and ask the old man to return to his hometown. In the end, Emperor Yongzheng promised that Wang Yumin and his family would return to his hometown of Yutong, which was three years ago.

It’s a pity that even if three years have passed in a hurry, it is clear that there are still people who can’t forget Wang Yumin.

In the rainy night, the palace had put out the lights early, and all the people in the palace had rested. The only thing left was the housekeeper who was in charge of guarding the courtyard in the concierge.

It’s just that in this torrential rain and noisy rainy night, these families have already dozed off, and there are still serious vigils. After all, Wang Yumin was once a member of the imperial court, and this palace was a big family within a hundred miles, so anyone who didn’t have eyesight would dare to provoke him.

But what they didn’t know was that disaster had already come just as they were dozing off.

A group of figures sneaked into the palace silently, and the two guards who were in charge of the night watch were directly cut off their throats and killed in their dreams. Subsequently, these assassins of unknown origin were rampant in the palace, and the maids, housekeepers, and servants in the palace all died tragically on the spot.

These assassins are all prepared, where ordinary people can resist.

But at this moment, abruptly, in the rainy night, there was a sound of explosion like thunder on the ground!

In the courtyard of blood characters, the gurgling flow, accompanied by the continuous escape of rain. In the yard, a seemingly thin figure stood on the ground like a firm green bamboo.

This figure was wearing pajamas, described as old, with white hair. Around him, lying seven or eight bodies of men in black.

And in this person, the breath of the small universe continued to rise, like white steam floating.

His vicissitudes of life scanned the people in black around him, all around him were killers in night clothes.

The expressions of these killers were cold, and their eyes were full of killing intent.

“In the end, who sent you?!” The skinny old man shouted sternly when he was surrounded by enemies.

However, his voice fell, and none of the people in black around them answered.

They seemed like puppets who couldn’t speak.

It was just abrupt. Four of them rushed towards the old man from four directions with 0.2. They swung the dangling knives in their hands, their movements were tricky and flexible.

Just the moment they rushed up, the skinny old man snorted coldly, his hands danced, the white small universe aura rose, fists burst out, and the four assassins who rushed up were directly killed on the spot!

These people are all well-trained killers who are not afraid of death, but in the face of comprehending the existence of the small universe, these killers have a dead end at all!

The homicide skills they have trained so hard have no meaning at all.

Killing the four assassins again in one breath, the skinny old man said coldly, “It looks like you don’t know anything about it. But it doesn’t matter, let me send you all to the Yin Cao Netherworld.”