Taoist Temple: I was broadcast live while preaching to animals

Chapter 484

Suddenly I saw a glimmer of light, and then slowly brightened, and the girl's eyes gradually became colorful, giving birth to a sense of being in a different world.

Cheng Fan has no murderous intent at this moment, and he wants to know more about the secret of the girl and this palace of no return.

Just as he was about to ask something, he suddenly turned his head slightly, and the thunderous sound of drawing a knife suddenly sounded.

I saw that those iron bumps actually stood up at some point

! Facing the coffin, no, facing Cheng Fan to be exact.

Swords, guns, sticks, axes, hooks and forks, all the weapons floated up, even the only remaining piece of broken iron art floated up, and the target was directly aimed at Cheng Fan!

Wisps of black smoke poured out from the armor, quickly condensed and formed, supporting a set of armor, and holding the weapons floating in the air.

The two eyes of the Xuantie Futu Mask Armor lit up with two points of scarlet, like a red-eyed warrior killing one after another.

Three hundred Xuan Iron Armor, three hundred Dawson cold killing intent!

Cheng Fan's face was calm and smiled faintly.

This level of killing intent and momentum is okay to threaten the Dao Initiation Period, but for him, it is just a palm of his hand.

The only thing that is commendable is their ignorance and fearlessness, and their single-minded desire to protect the Lord.

Even after a thousand years, it still remains in my heart.

Black smoke billowed out, and all the Xuantie Floating Armor Warriors hurriedly floated in, and the killing intent of Sen's cold and iron-blooded blood invaded.

Without the restriction of physical mortals, they can even exert ten times or more

than a hundred times their combat power! Cheng Fan's expression was indifferent, he slowly left the coffin, turned around, and faced the three hundred Xuantie Floating Slaughter

! His eyes lit up, as bright as stars, and the mana torrent in his body was surging, ready to go!

At this moment, the girl in the red dress frowned slightly, her bright eyes flashed a trace of panic, and she staggered to stand up and climb out of the coffin.

Maybe it's because she has been in this coffin for a thousand years, and she has long forgotten how she should act, and when her feet hit the ground, she instantly fell limp, and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Cheng Fan's divine sense caught this scene, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He was a little serious just now, but he didn't expect that there was a weak and boneless little girl inside, and she was suddenly classified as a defenseless class.

And at this moment, directly in front of Cheng Fan, three hundred Xuantie Floating Slaughter swarmed, and the blades were wrapped in Sen Ran's blood and qi.

Cheng Fan raised a hand lightly, and mana was about to gush out.

At this moment, the girl in the red dress pursed her lips, clenched her teeth, quickly got up from the ground, staggered to the front of Cheng Fan with her bare feet.

In Cheng Fan's surprised gaze, he opened his arms to protect Cheng Fan, and his delicate little face was full of determination.

The wide red dress was blown by the strong wind, and several long knives froze in front of her eyes, only a fraction of a second, but they could not advance an inch!

All the Xuantie armor seemed to have lost their momentum, and they stopped moving, and there was a dead silence in the hall of no return.

Cheng Fan clearly read the doubts and puzzles from their scarlet eyes, and he himself didn't understand why this girl would desperately defend herself.

The black iron sword was not a toy, but a murderous weapon that sharpened iron like clay.

"Lieyuan!" strange

and indistinct syllables slowly spat out of her mouth.

As if an irresistible order, the Three Hundred Xuantie Floating Slaughter receded like a falling tide and returned to its original position.

With a clang, the armor returned to its place.

The black shadows all dispersed, the scarlet pupils dissipated, and all the armor turned back to the original cold iron bumps, not moving.

Cheng Fan frowned slowly.

He didn't care about why the armor was retreating, he was concerned about it...

What did she just say

? Why didn't she understand it a little?

When the soldier returned to his place, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and looked at Cheng Fan's eyes steadily, without saying a word.

The girl stared at Cheng Fan's face, her eyes narrowed slightly, like a good-looking crescent moon, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a sweet smile.

The vigilance in Cheng Fan's eyes gradually dissipated, looked directly at her bright and beautiful eyes, and asked softly

, "Who are you?"

"Uh..."

The girl's mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she could only make some syllables of unknown meaning, and she couldn't hear it clearly.

Cheng Fan smiled helplessly, and a spiritual light flew towards her with his fingertips, intending to communicate with her using his divine sense.

The aura fell lightly on her head, but there was a brilliance from her body, and the aura was blocked out, and it slid down her long hair like a waterfall to the ground.

The two of them looked at the little light on the ground in a daze, and were speechless for a while.

"Ahem, so, you don't know how to make a sound because you haven't spoken for too long, right?"

The girl in the red dress nodded busily, a sweet smile appearing on the corner of her mouth.

Cheng Fan thought for a while: "Then let's play a game, you draw and I guess." The

girl tilted her head, her face full of doubt.

The corners of Cheng Fan's mouth rose, considering her identity as an ancient, she transformed into a brush with golden light, and explained with a smile:

"The rules of the game are very simple, I will give you a question, you write or draw the corresponding answer, and I will guess what the content of the answer is."

"The rules of the game are so simple, do you understand?" The

girl looked at Cheng Fan blankly, shaking her head from side to side.

The

corners of Cheng Fan's mouth twitched, and he directly stuffed the brush into the girl's hand and pointed to the ground.

It doesn't matter if you understand it or not, the painting is over!

The girl held the brush and looked at Cheng Fan hesitantly.

"First question, who are you?"

the girl suddenly realized, held the brush in a very standard posture, and waved it gently, and the tip of the pen appeared out of thin air.

Look at the three vertically entangled fonts in front of you.

Except for one "er" that he could recognize, he really couldn't recognize the other two.

He is just a well-behaved medical graduate, and he has not yet comprehended the smart and elegant brushwork of senior doctors, with a strong sense of mystery.

"Can we stop using cursive?"

The girl nodded, smiling and writing.

A burst of golden light flashed, and three big square characters appeared-Lu Xin'er.

"Lu Xin'er?" Cheng

Fan asked tentatively.

The girl nodded happily.

Cheng Fan then asked, "What dynasty are you from?"

Lu Xin'er picked up the pen and wrote down one word in a regular manner—Tang.

A different color flashed in Cheng Fan's eyes, and everything was not unexpected by him.

The brilliance on her body has supported her for more than a thousand years.

In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, there will be a peach source established to escape the war.

"Do you know how you entered this hall and entered

the coffin?" Hearing this, Lu Xin'er shook her head blankly, obviously even he didn't know why he was in the coffin, let alone why he could live so long.

Cheng Fan rubbed his eyebrows, looked directly into her starry eyes, and asked,

"Then you... Why did you protect me just now?".