Connected up and down, a vast expanse of whiteness, no end in sight.

Haotian walked into the light curtain, and then his body turned into a white light spot and disappeared into the casting temple.

Second floor.

The spots of light condensed, and Haotian reappeared.

The second layer of gold is all over, and the formation is everywhere, like gears, slowly rotating.

The same emptiness, not even the shadow of Taixu Roulette.

Haotian's heart moved, "Huh!" Taixu Roulette appeared directly in front of him.

The golden handle flashed with seductive light, and the pill and the phantom of the exercises floated inside, making his hand want to grab the lever of the roulette.

Ye Fan quietly appeared behind Haotian.

"Tiandi, how about it, can this seat accommodate your millions of heavenly soldiers? If it is not enough, it can be expanded!"

The emperor's figure flashed and appeared 100 meters away.

He looked at Ye Fan, and he was relieved.

"It turned out to be the honorable, please forgive Haotian for being rude."

Ye Fan shook his head and said, "Have your Majesty the Emperor forgotten, I forbid fighting in the temple, even if someone does it to you, it is impossible to hurt you."

Haotian nodded: "Yes, sir."

"Well, do it yourself!"

Ye Fan disappeared.

Then a figure appeared on the second floor, it was Luo Xingyun.

He saw Haotian at a glance, and immediately seemed to have thought of something, with a gleam of doubt on his face.

"Are you Haotian?"

Luo Xingyun appeared beside him.

Haotian was prepared this time, and slowly turned around to look at the handsome young man in front of him.

He frowned. He hadn't seen this person before, but why did he feel familiar?

It's just who this person is, he seems to have the aura of chaos on his body, and he can't see his cultivation at all.

"You are?"

Luo Xingyun took a close look at Haotian and said, "It really is you."

When he was on Mount Jilei that day, he suddenly came to a Confucian scholar. He thought he was an old friend of the master, but he did not expect that after returning to Shu, he saw a weathered ancient painting in a dilapidated temple.

The painting is Haotian.

And that long list of strange titles.

He was horrified at the time, it turned out that his master actually knew the Lord of Heaven.

This is outrageous.

Until later, when he led the village dolls to practice, he was inexplicably changed and sent to the Temple of Casting. When he saw his master, the more he felt that his master knew Haotian.

It's just that he didn't realize that even Daozu was a friend of his master, which directly broke his weak Three Views.

The first and third chapters of the sky soldiers taking off

"Haotian, you may not know me, but you will know in the future. The second layer is me, and my name is Luo Xingyun!"

Haotian was surprised: "Are you? Who is your honor?"

"Sir? Do you say I am a teacher?"

Haotian said in his heart that he was indeed a respected disciple.

People who can walk freely in this cast temple and are so arrogant, except for the disciples of the master of the cast temple, who dares to do so!

It's okay to walk freely, but arrogant? It's a long life.

"My name is Haotian, and it is Daozu Hongjun who sits down as a boy. By all accounts, we are considered equal."

Haotian really didn't know how to increase his worth, so he moved Hongjun out directly.

Luo Xingyun blinked and said, "Is that right? Speaking of it, my master seems to be better than Daozu Hongjun. Didn't Daozu Hongjun tell you the origin of my master?"

"No!"

Haotian thinks this person is like a person, who?

This kind of bluffing character...

Nezha!

He suddenly remembered Nezha who had been bombed thousands of miles away.

"Layer Master, you are busy, I will go around by myself!"

Letting such a bluffing guy stare at his roulette wheel, it is really easy for the three corpses to jump.

Luo Xingyun is gone.

And when Haotian was stunned, Ye Fan was also stunned, and a little bit dumbfounded, he had sealed this guy as a layer master for some reason.

But he would really give himself a title.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his mind, as if doing so was OK.

He has nine major disciples, and everyone is in charge of the first floor, which is not impossible, but now there is only the second floor!

It seems that the third layer has to be opened.

...

The first layer at the moment.

Ziwei Great and the four imperial courts all poured in.

"Is this the casting temple?"

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