Chapter 155: Dragon Clan Temple

A flash of light flashed, and when Xiao Fan and Yang Junyi appeared again, they had already arrived at an extremely strange place.

Looking around, I saw a large area of ​​empty and extremely vast platforms around me. Not far away is a group of temples, large in scale and endless.

Looking up, there was a snow-white mountain above the temple group. I don’t know what the mountain rocks were composed of. They looked like they were covered with snow, but they were not snow because they were warm around them, without the slightest sense of coldness and perseverance brought by the snow-capped mountains.

Right in front of it, and right in front of the empty platform, is the largest temple, which should be the gathering place for the apostles and those who come to pay tribute.

At this moment, the three female dark night envoys pressed Xiao Fan and Yang Junyi slowly walked towards the temple directly in front of them.

"I was caught and I didn't even know her name. It was a failure!" Xiao Fan sighed inwardly, looking around like a search, but he did not see the figure of the ever-changing demon.

Yang Junyi was suppressed by a female dark night, and her eyes were curiously rolling around, without any fear in her heart.

In his heart, as long as he has a master, he will never die. Although this theory is ridiculous, he firmly believes it.

"Master, where are they going to send us?" Yang Junyi asked in words that only humans could understand.

"Ask me how I know, will you go to the room if you go?" Xiao Fan said angrily.

"Forget it!" Yang Junyi glanced at the female night elf's blue-gray skin and pointed ears. Although their figures were both top-notch, he could not selectively ignore these skins and ears, unless the lights were turned off, but that was too boring.

At this time, three female dark night envoys pressed Xiao Fan into the temple hall. The entire temple hall was extremely vast, enough to accommodate one million people. The center was built with a circular platform. The ceiling of the mosque was covered with glass-colored gems. Four giant pillars surrounded by golden dragons stood in all directions. The surrounding circle was a bit like the stands of a football field, but they were all lower than the circular platform in the middle.

Three dark night envoys pressed Xiao Fan straight through the temple like a football field, heading deeper into the end until they entered the magnificent side hall inside.

This hall is a bit like a church, but the throne of Jesus is not worshipped on the throne, but a majestic man in a golden brocade robe.

As soon as Xiao Fan came in, he felt the sacred aura emitted from the man's sculpture. The endless pressure filled the entire golden church. When he came in, he seemed to have felt the five-meter-high golden sculpture seemed to be staring at him.

Under the huge golden sculpture, a familiar back suddenly came into Xiao Fan's eyes on a futon in the middle. It was still long purple hair and a golden slim robe wrapped around his sexy body, with an inviolable majesty in holiness.

"Come here, kneel down-" Suddenly, the woman's serious and crisp voice sounded like a silver bottle breaking.

Xiao Fan looked at the female dark night messenger. When he was wondering who she was talking about, the woman suddenly stood up from the cushion.

With a tall figure and a turbulent wave of breasts dominating the world, he turned around and the two holy and incomprehensible gigantic balls in the middle shook a few times, blinding Xiao Fan's dog eyes.

"Come here, kneel down—"

The woman said it again, this time she pointed at Xiao Fan and said it in person.

Xiao Fan was frightened by the woman's sudden indifference and seriousness, and panicked and leaned against the two female dark night soldiers behind him, trying to retreat.

But Xiao Fan, who was underground, was the opponent of the female dark night envoy. The two of them flew on both sides and raised Xiao Fan in the air and walked towards the cushion.

It’s not that Xiao Fan didn’t want to resist, but was unable to resist. He could no longer see the level of the three sluts before him. Not to mention the boss-level characters who appeared this time, especially the cold woman in front of him, who has a weird personality, as if she has a two-sided personality.

But the soldier can be killed but not humiliated. Xiao Fan kicked his legs in the air and shouted: "Why do you want me to kneel down! Let go--"

Yang Junyi silently covered his hands in front of his chest and looked at Xiao Fan with pity and praying.

Hearing Xiao Fan's shout, the woman suddenly laughed again, walked to Xiao Fan with her hands on her back, raised Xiao Fan's head lightly with her jade finger, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, you are not from here, and you don't even know the First Emperor."

"Oh no!" Xiao Fan felt a little nervous and thought to himself: "She doesn't want to kill us, right? Or do you want to have an autopsy, just scientific research?"

"Azuno, stop—"

Suddenly, a light shout sounded, and another unknown language came into Xiao Fan's ears. Fortunately, Xiao Fan installed a language converter.

In the hall where Xiao Fan had entered, a group of white-robed sacrificial scholars came in, but the leader was an old man dressed in a lazy manner.

And the one who spoke just now was the leading old man.

The old man's hairstyle was naturally curled and brown, each of which was half a head shorter than Xiao Fan. He walked over with an unknown red dragon head staff in his hand and knocked on it.

"Zhu Nai? It turns out that her name is Zhu Nai!" Xiao Fan nodded secretly and his eyes fell on the woman.

The eldest princess of the empire is indeed tall, just a little taller than Xiao Fan. She tied her purple braids and raised them to the highest point at the length of the ligation point, and then suddenly went vertically until it fell to her hips.

A golden robe wrapped around this body with a concave and convex convex front and back. The V-shaped collar under the jade neck revealed a large area of ​​snow-white, and even the deep gullies squeezed out by the Saint Maiden Peak can be seen clearly.

Azuna wore a golden sword on his right waist, but his left hand always held the golden staff of unknown level.

According to Xiao Fan's preliminary estimate, this golden staff must be at the level of a magic weapon or above, and the possibility of being a holy weapon is higher than 99%

"master--"

Seeing the visitor, Zhu Nai chuckled and walked to the old man in wooden clogs, holding the visitor's arm intimately with both hands.

"Zhu Nai, didn't the master say it very clearly! Don't contact him first, let him get familiar with the environment here, and wait until they completely integrate into our Dragon Island, then...ah—you, you—"

"Master, I also saw this guy in danger from the Dragon Ball..."

The two thought Xiao Fan and Yang Junyi couldn't understand what they said, and they were having a happy chat, but Xiao Fan could hear it clearly.

"Well, let me ask, is he me who you are talking about?" Xiao Fan interrupted.

"Huh--You can understand the ancient sayings of the dragon clan?" Princess Zhu Nai looked at Xiao Fan in surprise, and the old man also looked at Xiao Fan curiously, as if he saw a living baby, his eyes were shiny.

Twenty white robe priests behind the old man stood silently, lowering their heads respectfully, and putting their hands straight on the front of their bodies.
Chapter completed!