"This is good!"

The dog-headed snake smiled so hard that it couldn't stop.

Niu Duanzu also breathed a sigh of relief.

Only the fantasy face, I don't care...

Because the rules he touched have been integrated to the extreme.

In other words, it is the peak of the ancestral realm, and it’s over.

And the special nature of life is destined to be unable to aspire to the Holy Ancestor.

"The things I come into contact with today are too impactful. I'll take a break for a while, you can do whatever you want."

Zhao Fan waved his hand and fled into his bedroom.

After waking up, it was the next day.

Zhao Fan calculated the time. Is there an hour or so before the sermon begins?

He was going out for a while.

And the fantasy face and the others stayed in the bedroom.

soon.

Zhao Fan walked out of the Temple of Destruction alone.

He first arrived at the meditation pool.

Looking at the liquid in it at close range, it looks very magical.

Those liquids seem to be a fusion of the four major rules, but they do not conflict with each other and are extremely gentle.

Before I could contact me, I felt that I was calmed down.

Zhao Fan resisted his desire and did not go to soak.

Although I have a 10,100 rule value on hand and a free chance, I don’t want to waste it meaninglessly.

Then.

Zhao Fan came to the experience hall again.

One million rule value experience once...

Zhao Fan's mood was simply daunting!

I instantly felt that my rules were too small!

no way.

I'm afraid that those students with seniority rarely use luxury experience halls.

Just as an hour was approaching, Zhao Fan was about to turn back to the Temple of Destruction.

Suddenly.

The gate of the experience hall is open.

A unkempt figure with a blue sword on his back came out, with the words "enjoyment" almost written on his face.

The fluctuations emitted on the body are only the elementary level of the ancestral realm, and are at the lowest level in the Holy Academy.

"Who is this?"

Zhao Fan secretly wondered.

Yesterday, whether they went to the four temples one by one to inspect, or finally gathered collectively on the altar of destruction.

He had never seen the other party's existence.

but.

The Holy Academy is currently in full-time. So far, I have only seen 86 students, and thirteen of them have not yet appeared.

The figure in front of him is among the thirteen.

“Huh?”

The other party also noticed Zhao Fan, "The peak of the extreme realm?"

He then came forward curiously and asked, "Are you the new junior brother?"

Zhao Fan nodded, "That's right, I'm lucky, I don't know what the senior brother calls me?"

"Xiaoyao."

Xiaoyao smiled casually, "Now the Holy Academy is full of people... By the way, Junior Brother Cailu, which temple did you choose to worship?"

"The Temple of Destruction."

As Zhao Fan said, he thought that why he had heard of the title of Xiaoyao?

"It's time for me to preach, I'll talk about it when I meet you again." Xiaoyao's figure swerved forward and fled into the Temple of Destiny.

"Xiaoyao...Xiaoyao?!"

Zhao Fan suddenly remembered it!

Sister Siya mentioned it yesterday.

There is a student named Xiaoyao in the Temple of Destiny, who is currently the oldest student, no doubt about it!

Not only that!

The other party seems to have "unique skills" at the card level!

Other students can no longer suppress them while pressing, and naturally improve their life level.

However.

This senior brother Xiaoyao, as the oldest student at present, is still wandering at the elementary level of the ancestral realm!

"So it's that ruthless man, well... If you have the chance, you have to make more friends."

Zhao Fan smiled.

If you can learn how to suppress the level, you will feel comfortable. You can stay in the Holy Academy for as long as you want, and you don’t have to worry about the life level being forced to reach the peak of the ancestral realm.

Zhao Fan immediately rushed back to the Temple of Destruction.

Go straight to the tenth floor.

In the Hall of Mission.

Twenty students from the Temple of Destruction except Zhao Fan have gathered.

They each sat in the floating black nothingness, closed their eyes and focused their minds waiting for the arrival of the Holy Ancestor Destruction.

Zhao Fan wanted to have a small sip, so he chose the most backward position.

The black nothingness is ready-made.

Zhao Fan was about to learn from his seniors and sisters and sit in it at a glance.

But after the figure floated up, he just fell in, and he was directly rejected, and even lost his self-control to fall to the ground.

thump!

A muffled sound appeared.

The Destruction Students opened their eyes one after another and cast a smile on Zhao Fan.

"Junior Brother Cailuo, you can't sit in before you touch the rule of destruction." A senior brother joked.

"Ah? That's right."

Zhao Fan smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you for the reminder of Senior Brother Chuanji."

The first time I came to listen to the sermon, I made a joke, which was truly embarrassing.

"Calm down, everyone here, it was like this when they first came, haha."

Brother Shipji laughed,

It was at this time.

A charming figure in black walked into the mission hall.

In an instant, the destruction students fell into a quiet silence.

What came was the destruction of the Holy Ancestor.

It is completely different from the easy-goingness he had when facing Zhao Fan yesterday, and his expression is full of majesty.

It is matched with the aura of destruction rules.

Zhao Fan couldn't help but squirm and screamed as he looked at it. It was so scary!

It's as if everything is about to be destroyed...

"Now, the sermon begins."
To be continued...