Xu Qi 'an grabbed the flower God's reincarnation in her arms before she fell.
He looked at the place where the statue had collapsed with a serious expression.
The half of the stone mirror held by the little ghost had floated up at some point. With a " Kacha " sound, the stone shell on the surface cracked.
It was half a bronze mirror, wrapped in vine-like patterns. The smooth mirror surface reflected an eye without eyelashes, coldly and emotionlessly staring at the people in the temple.
It was cut open from the middle. The cut was smooth, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.
The moment he was examined by the eye, Xu Qi 'an's warrior's intuition immediately gave him a warning and released a dangerous signal.
At the same time, Xu Qi 'an finally understood what the temple God was.
A magic treasure, an incomplete magic treasure.
Without a doubt, it had its own consciousness and could be seen as a different kind of creature.
