The beautiful bluebird muttered twice again, then hopped towards the door. Each step did not seem to cover very far, and its speed was not very fast, but it was always able to stay in front of the crowd. It was truly magical.

As a guide, he is undoubtedly qualified.

The whole space was very quiet and no one spoke.

This was especially true when they entered the temple.

Under the alert, the expected attack did not come. The bird flew into the air and just 'hung' there, without any sound or change in air flow, which made others marvel.

"Projection?" Fan Xian asked in a low voice.

"Maybe it's a little more advanced than that, but the principle should be the same."

The interior of the temple looks very ordinary, and the tall courtyard makes it impossible to see any information inside from the outside.

There was still a wide square with a few buildings scattered around. Apart from a tower on the left, only the main hall in front was relatively intact. The rest were mostly in ruins, with few traces left, which meant that no one had used those buildings for a long time.

Perhaps they have lost their function.

Slowly moving forward, they were already in the center of this space. Further ahead was a platform, and no one knew what it was used for. There should be a statue here! Perhaps they thought that no one in this world could know who the sculpture was, and his deeds could not be known to the outside world, so they simply made the statue disappear?
Ang Lee was analyzing, and everyone was watching.

In general, this is not what a temple should look like. Not to mention it should have a fairy-like aura, at least it shouldn't be so dilapidated, right?
Those buildings look mottled and weathered, and the fact that they haven't collapsed is just a testament to the skill and quality of the people who built them.
Perhaps it was waiting for the 'tourist' to digest the information. After a while, the bird emitted a halo and slowly turned into an old man with a fairy-like appearance, dressed in flowing cloud sleeves, a jade belt, and flying shoes.

He just floated silently in the air. It was impossible to see what he looked like. He had no breathing and no movements. He just stayed on the stone platform.

This world needs faith.

Undoubtedly, this person's image perfectly fits everyone's fantasy. He looks gentle and amiable, with a sacred feeling! However, his eyes look particularly awkward. Under the gentleness, he is extremely indifferent, as if he doesn't care much about anything.

In the eyes of Haitang Duoduo and others, this art of transformation is a kind of magic!
Not to mention that the other party can fly in the air silently!

This is more advanced than the Grandmaster's method. And what else could be above the Grandmaster? It could only be the immortals in the legend!

Under Li An's cold gaze, they resisted the urge to kneel down and suppressed the violent beating of their hearts. They seemed very nervous and silently observed the development of the situation.

"There are more of you here than I thought. But, there are too many of you, and there's a risk of leaks." Even the old man's words came from all directions, and he didn't even move his mouth, which made Li An want to laugh even more.

Wang Shisanlang and his men, including Yelu Xuan, had already been shocked by his previous transformation skills. At this moment, they had lost their basic judgment ability. When they suddenly heard the threatening words, they reacted and grasped their weapons and became alert!

There are too many people, and there is a risk of exposing this place. Could it be that the other party wants to keep us here?

If a fight breaks out, will I be a match for the immortal?
They didn't know that while they were looking at the immortal, they were also glancing at Li Ang.

"Stop playing tricks!" Li An waved his sleeves, as if he could disperse these spots of light. His face became visibly gloomy. "What kind of bright guidance are you talking about? Are you claiming to be a god? Do you believe that I can make you reveal your true self by bombarding you on the stage?"

With that said, the armored vehicle reappears!

This time, Li Ang has no intention of taking it back unless he fires the cannon!
Even after revealing such means, this AI still refuses to accept the toast and tries to play tricks and confuse people in order to gain the upper hand and seize the initiative. It really doesn't know what it is doing.

"According to the analysis of information up to five months ago, there is no such technology in the world." The figure became a little stiff, showing an emotion of doubt at the right time, without a single tremor.

Not to mention that this kind of technology cannot be developed in the human world, you didn’t even have it in your previous life!

"Can you tell me what this ability of yours is?"

Through observing some details, Fan Xian also discovered the other party's strangeness. He looked at Li An and nodded slightly.

Li An did not respond to this question, but just sneered: "Don't you call yourself a god? You can't even be so simple?"

It's a bit embarrassing to say this.

But the other party took it seriously!
Perhaps he was performing complex calculations, or perhaps the energy in the temple was really insufficient. He was seen flickering, sometimes bright and sometimes dim. After a long silence, he said, "The calculation results show that this technology will greatly affect the balance of the world."

"So, you want to get rid of me? Why? Just relying on your illusory figure that has no attack ability?" Li An said.

"The calculation result cannot be wrong. Now that we have the result, we must implement it." The phantom's answer was still calm and emotionless.

After a moment's silence, he seemed to be sensing something, and the light became dimmer as his clothes fluttered.

As time passed, when Li An had no patience to wait any longer, the other party spoke again: "You still have one last chance. You can stay in the temple, or travel the world as a messenger of the temple."

He turned around and said to everyone present: "You can also serve as messengers of the temple and fulfill the noble mission."

If they had not come with Li Ang this time, perhaps they would have agreed. Not only would they have agreed, but they would have been very excited, thinking that they had come into contact with the true God.

After all, the previous move of the temple owner was too horrifying.

But now they also understand that if they dare to nod, they will not be able to leave this mountain.
Li An smiled slightly, "This is our answer. No need to say more. Let your mechanical messengers come out. I still have a lot of things to do! Or, there are no so-called messengers in this temple anymore?"

The temple can be hidden in the dark and influence this continent for thousands of years, but it cannot be accomplished by just an AI.

But it’s still the same reason: the temple is too old!

Over the years, countless messengers have been lost while traveling the world. Otherwise, Ye Qingmei would not have had the chance to escape. As far as Li An knows, there are no other messengers except the two that were destroyed in the battle of Dadong Mountain.
Before that, there was the one that was destroyed by Wu Zhu when Ye Qingmei died and the one that was damaged when he assassinated Fan Xian in Jiangnan. The temple could only issue orders.

He has no ability to recycle.

Perhaps if those messengers could still move, they would return to the temple to repair it on their own. Just like the one behind him!
I saw rubble exploding and dust rising, and a blindfolded man flew out, shocking the onlookers in the scene to the ground!
An iron rod came from behind, intending to launch a sneak attack while everyone's attention was focused on the immortal in the temple, in order to kill this tough-minded leader first!
"The Holy Spirit of the Thirteen Swords of the Holy Spirit unites into one!"

He used his two fingers as a sword and struck the person in an instant, making a sound of metal clashing!
Feeling the hardness coming from his fingertips, Li An turned his wrist and took the weapon from the future man. For Li An now, it made no difference whether he had a weapon or not, except that the opponent's body was not that of a human. With the alloy iron pestle in his hand, his killing and piercing ability was higher, and he had a greater destructive power on this steel body.

Yes, the person who came was Wu Zhu!

After a few months of absence, Wu Zhu's temperament has changed drastically.

His sudden move startled everyone in the room, and they all exclaimed:

"Uncle Wuzhu!"

"Blind Master?"

"Sir, be careful!"

Li An attacked casually, and with the help of his true energy, his speed was no less than Wu Zhu's. In addition, the opponent seemed to have serious and irreparable flaws, so Li An only found it a little tricky.

After using the Wind God Kick, the opponent couldn't even keep up with Li Ang!
The iron rods in their hands spun, and the two of them flashed and collided again! When they were separated by the impact force, one of Wuzhu's arms fell to the ground.
The gap was not smooth, it was damaged by Li Ang's brute force.

Wu Zhu seemed to be tireless and insensible to pain, and he rushed forward again. However, he didn't know that even with two arms, he was no match for Li Ang, let alone now.
This also proves that the other party is irrational at this time.

"You guys step back a bit!"

Subtext: I'm going to use my big moves seriously
"Li An! Mr. Li, please show mercy!" Fan Xian looked anxious and blurted out his thoughts.

He also understood that it would be easier for Li An to kill Uncle Wu Zhu than to subdue him. There seemed to be something wrong with Uncle Wu Zhu now.

"Oh, if you dare to hold back in front of him, I will be the one who suffers." After saying that, Li An glanced at Yelu Xuan, "Your uncle Wuzhu has been formatted. Think about it, let him remember something before I kill him."

format?
It turned out to be the case.

Fan Xian also knew that Wuzhu lost his memory because he was formatted. But he didn't expect that this formatting would also cause him to lose his battle memory and every move he had improved and optimized for so long!
These things are not possessed by other messengers in the temple.

It was also because Uncle Wu Zhu was able to defeat those powerful enemies sent by the temple to hunt him and his mother many times!
This is also a product of the temple. Why do you, Wuzhu, think you are the strongest? It is precisely because of this.

The fight between the two continues
Li An seemed to be more and more relaxed, but Uncle Wu Zhu's body was covered with more and more scars. If this continued, Yan Xiaoyi might be able to defeat Wu Zhu without Li An's help.
Fan Xian looked around anxiously, recalling the look Li An had just given Yelu Xuan. He was about to ask for help when he noticed the immortal in the temple nearby.

Suddenly, a plan came to mind!
Without hesitation, he rushed towards the temple immortal!
Seeing this, Haitang Duoduo and Wang Shisanlang were shocked.

Is Fan Xian crazy?

A temple messenger, a blind master, can fight with Li An, a grandmaster. Don't you know how terrifying this temple is? And you rush directly into the face of the master of the temple? Are you trying to kill yourself?

The other party can fly!
At this point, they already had a strong sense of identity with Fan Xian. At the very least, they admired his courage.
However, the next moment, something surprising happened: the temple immortal did not dodge, but just looked at Fan Xian rushing towards them expressionlessly. Just when they thought that the other party only needed to wave his sleeves to seriously injure Fan Xian, Fan Xian just "smashed" the other party's body and went behind him!

It turned out that Fan Xian’s target was not the immortal in the temple, but the building behind him!

Facing Fan Xian's rudeness, the smiles of the immortals who had gathered back from the temple froze slightly, as if they were calculating what plan to take in this situation. When Fan Xian was about to enter the tower, his figure suddenly disappeared, and reappeared in front of Fan Xian like a flash.

But Fan Xian didn't even look at it, and once again performed his 'magic skill', smashing the temple immortal and stepping into the building.

At this point, how could Wang and Haitang not know what had happened? They all turned into wisps of green smoke and disappeared from the spot, following Fan Xian's footsteps.

This time, the immortals in the temple did not gather together immediately. Instead, they turned into points of light, stuck to Fan Xian, and entered the inner room with him.

Seeing that the "obstacle" disappeared, Yan Xiaoyi drew his bow and shot an arrow, intending to give the blind messenger a hard blow to make him stop completely, but unexpectedly, a skinny hand stretched out and stopped him.

"Please carry me on your back." Yelu Xuan smiled bitterly. Although his legs were disabled, he was not without the skills of a master.

In a moment, Yan Xiaoyi carried the other person on his back.

Without any physical skills, he just rushed into the two people fighting. With just a slight mistake, Wu Zhu's one arm was caught! And his legs were also broken by Li An's iron rod.

The fight between the masters was so huge that Yan Xiaoyi felt a tightness in his chest.

The vital energy in the field gathered together and was transformed into a different kind of true energy from Yelu Xuan's physical strength, freezing his five bamboo joints as he tried to move, making him lose the ability to move.

"In that case, I'll leave this place to you, Excellency."

Li An knew that it was impossible for the temple to completely format Wuzhu's memory. Perhaps it was a program error, or perhaps Wuzhu really had developed intelligence, and when he recovered, he would be able to control the entire temple on his behalf.

Some people may wonder, why does Wuzhu do this?

Li An is stronger than him in force, but he can't order him around. But doesn't he still have Fan Xian? With Fan Xian in hand, why worry about Wu Zhu not submitting?
Seeing Yelu Xuan smile and nod, Li An went to the main hall at the end of the platform.

The side hall where Fan Xian is is just a record of history and culture; the true value of the temple lies in the main hall! (End of this chapter)