In the temple of Saint Yi.

Aslate stood at the top of the conference hall with his hands on his back.

On both sides of his side, there are several exquisitely crafted and luxurious chairs.

There are several people sitting on the left and right sides.

However, it is obvious that the seats next to Aslate are almost empty.

Moreover, it is different from the bustle and hustle and bustle above the square outside.

The atmosphere here seems a bit depressing.

After a long time, Aslater spoke again:

"Everyone, this assessment and selection aims to select a group of truly talented disciples to train them."

"Especially those divine realms, as long as they meet the conditions, they will be collected."

"We must cultivate some true gods in the shortest time to fill the loss of our Saint Edward Temple."

......

"You are also the core force of our Saint Yi Temple. As long as you have hope to impact the true God, you can go further. You can tell me any resources you need and I will do my best to support you."

......

Aslater said slowly.

However, when he said these words, Aslate's face was not very good-looking.

The true gods in his hands have lost too many of them in Lin Tiance's hands.

Now, except for him, there are only two early stages of the True Gods left in the entire Saint Yi Temple.

If it weren't for his strong enough, the Holy Yi Temple would have been pounced on by other forces and tore to pieces after the news of the true god of the Holy Yi Temple had inexplicably suffered heavy losses.

And just before Aslai finished speaking.

Suddenly, a sound wave fell like rolling thunder.

"Aslater, get out and die!"

moment.

Everyone in the entire meeting hall was distorted.

"Bang"

An object that Aslater played with in his hand also exploded instantly.

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Chapter completed!