There was an unquestionable firmness in the voice of the temple priest, as if he was building an invisible barrier with words, trying to block the coming panic.

However, as soon as he said these words, the air seemed to be solidified by an invisible force. Everyone's eyes were focused on the same place, and then they saw a stunned scene.

The originally indestructible and radiant holy pattern array was torn apart easily like a fragile paper lantern under the sharp edge of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

Wherever the sword tip passed, the light of the holy pattern quickly dimmed, as if it was swallowed by darkness, and the structure of the entire formation collapsed, the fragments scattered, and the light dissipated.

"That's the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, the sword of the Demon Sect's leader back then, damn it! That's the treasure he carries." An older Third Priest, with a vicissitudes of face and complex emotions flashing in his eyes, exclaimed in a low voice.

There was both shock and unconcealable anger in his voice.

For the Holy Church, this sword is not only a legendary treasure, but also an eternal pain in their hearts.

The face of the three chief priests didn't look good at the moment. His brows were furrowed, and countless memories seemed to be rushing through his eyes. This sword had brought them too many tragic memories.

Those memories are like sharp fragments, deeply embedded in their hearts. Every time they are mentioned, it will cause a burst of severe pain.

Even though they relied on their strong strength and the help of outsiders to successfully destroy the Demon Sect and seal the leader of the Demon Sect, the brutality of that battle still leaves them with lingering fears.

Looking back on those days, the leader of the Demon Sect single-handedly fought against the entire Holy Church and the coalition of outsiders. It was a truly bloody storm.

Even before being sealed, the leader of the Demon Sect showed amazing strength and killed countless of their masters, causing the Holy Church to pay a heavy price.

The third chief priest was just a child at the time, but he also witnessed the tragic battlefield. Those shocking scenes were like imprints, deeply engraved in his memory, and became a shadow that he could not forget throughout his life.

At this moment, when the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword appeared before his eyes again, those memories came flooding in, making him feel a deep fear and powerlessness.

Unfortunately, he realized it was too late now. There was an irreversible despair in the air, as if time had frozen at this moment, leaving regret and helplessness deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.

With a deafening loud noise, as if the sky was being torn apart, Long Yingtian finally broke free from the holy pattern array that had restrained him for so long.

His figure was like a giant beast breaking free from the abyss, with an unspeakable terrifying force that instantly filled the entire space. His eyes were like burning flames, shining with the light of revenge, as if he wanted to destroy all those who stood in his way.

All reduced to ashes.

The terrifying Mo Dao seemed to have come to life in his hand, and it split open the body of a temple priest. The priest didn't even have time to react, and was completely swallowed up by this irresistible force. His body was like a broken piece of cloth.

He fell down weakly, blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the surrounding land red.

"Run away!" The remaining four temple priests witnessed this scene, and their hearts were filled with fear and despair. They knew how terrifying Long Yingtian was without the large formation, and they would never be his opponent.

If they run away now, they can still save their lives. If they don't run away, they will be dead. Their eyes are full of fear and helplessness, and they turn around and run away, as if there are countless demons chasing behind them.

"Don't panic, he's only one person, there are five of us, what are we afraid of!" Qian Feng shouted anxiously, with a hint of trembling in her voice, obviously frightened by Long Yingtian's terrifying strength.

However, her shouts were lost in silence, and the four remaining temple priests were so frightened that they could not hear her words at all. There was only fear in their hearts, and only the idea of ​​​​escape, as if the whole world had collapsed.

Long Yingtian was like a ferocious cheetah, chasing the fleeing priests closely. His Mo Dao drew a trail of death in the air, and chopped them all off one by one.

The bodies of the priests were like fragile scarecrows, unable to withstand this horrific attack. They fell one after another, their blood staining the ground red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The whole scene was like a cruel massacre, which made people tremble with fear.

"Good kill!" Hun Huan's voice echoed in the empty field, carrying an uncontrollable excitement and excitement.

He had wanted to kill Long Yingtian before, but now, facing the fleeing temple priests, he felt an unprecedented pleasure in his heart.

Because he clearly realized that at this moment, Long Yingtian was in the same boat as him and had become their common enemy - those aloof and arrogant people in the temple.

Hun Huan's eyes shone with excitement, as if he had seen the scene of the temple priests falling one after another. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, which was a kind of contempt and challenge to the authority of the temple, and also a challenge to the authority of the temple. The pride and expectation of myself and Long Yingtian joining forces to fight against the enemy.

"Haha, as expected of Long Yingtian, I understand that you dare to challenge the authority of the Holy Church." A deep and majestic voice suddenly sounded, like the cold wind coming from the Nine Netherworld, making people shudder. This was Zhen Zhen. The Holy Lord of the Demon Mansion Temple is a being with unfathomable strength.

The strength gap between the Demon-Suppressing Palace Holy Church and the Soul-Suppressing Palace Holy Church is a well-known fact. Although the Demon-Suppressing Palace Holy Church also has powerful power and a long history, it is generally not as good as the Soul-Suppressing Palace Holy Church. powerful.

Especially the Holy Master of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion Temple, whose strength is not even as strong as one of the three chief priests of the Soul-Suppressing Mansion Temple. However, at this moment, he stands here with an undoubted attitude, ready to fight against Long Ying. sky.

The voice of the Holy Master of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion's Holy Church is calm and powerful, and every word seems to contain endless power and wisdom. His eyes are deep and calm, as if he has seen through the prosperity and disputes in the world, and is only focused on the opponent in front of him.

"Holy Lord Bai, thank you!" There was a trace of sincerity and respect in the words of the three chief priests. He slightly bent his hands and arched his hands towards Holy Lord Bai, the Holy Master of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion. This action was a sign of respect for the strong. , and also the expectation for the upcoming battle.

Holy Lord Bai nodded slightly, his eyes were deep, as if he could see through all the illusions in the world.

"That's right. It's safer to beat a disobedient dog to death to avoid biting people in the future." His voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, with unquestionable determination. After speaking, he said
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