"Those gods who were once believed and worshipped by humans!"

Jiang Ming's voice came, which made Chen Xian feel a little dazed for a moment.

God!

A god who is above and beyond words!

"Tell me His message, Chen Xian, according to what you said, the Taoist temple should have had an accident and become docile."

"Then, the most dangerous thing is this Taishan Mountain God!"

Jiang Ming shouted in a deep voice.

Chen Xian took a deep breath and then told the other party about the situation of the God of Yangjiao Mountain.

As time passes, the two of them keep communicating.

"We will arrive at the gate of the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain immediately."

“Your intelligence is very useful.”

Jiang Ming's voice came from the microphone, but Chen Xian did not respond.

His pupils contracted and he looked at the Taoist temple door. An Nan, who was beside him, had already trembled all over and was frozen in fear.

In front of the Taoist temple, it extends to the path down the mountain.

The dense figure with white eyes was standing numb and stiffly in front of the god of Yangjiao Mountain, led by Wang Chenghu.

Silent, terrifying and terrifying.

An invisible, gloomy, cold wind blew, and Chen Xian trembled.
Chapter completed!