As one of the thirteen kings of the Nether Sect, Ming Xingjue's strength is unfathomable. The strength he showed is beyond the imagination and understanding of the great priests and the people in the Zhenling Mansion Hall.

Among the many legends in the world, Ming Xingjue's every move is accompanied by endless killing and destruction. His name is like a demon's curse, which makes people frightened.

"Ming Xingjue, with your strength, you will be punished by the law when you take action in this world." The great priest calmed down and endured his inner fear and spoke. He tried to use this to intimidate Ming Xingjue and let him retreat in a difficult situation.

After all, this world has its own laws. If an existence as powerful as Ming Xingjue takes action rashly, it is very likely to trigger a backlash from the laws of heaven and earth. At that time, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Oh, I don't want to take action either, but the premise is that you get out of here. Although our Nether Sect is inherited from the Demon Sect, our style of conduct is different from the Demon Sect. Even if we can reach a consensus in the Holy Temple, we have the possibility of cooperation. If you are more sensible and leave now, then forget about this matter!"

Ming Xingjue's mouth raised slightly, revealing a wicked smile, which was a bit cynical and joking. While he was talking, he gently shook a black folding fan in his hand, and strange runes flashed on the fan, as if telling its extraordinaryness.

There was a hint of laziness in his eyes, but there was a faint sense of unquestionable domineering aura. It seemed that in his eyes, the people in the Zhenling Mansion Temple were just a group of insignificant ants. If it weren't for the sake of the Lord Zhaixing Tower, he would not have been willing to say something to them.

The high priest was on the edge of the whirlpool on the battlefield, with the sound of killing around him and the sound of weapons colliding into a noisy music.

He frowned and his eyes were solemn, as if he was in deep thought. He slowly turned his head and glanced at the group of powerful men in the costumes of the Holy Church behind him.

Some of them held staffs, emitting mysterious waves of spiritual power; some were wearing thick armor, and their aura was as calm as a mountain. The eyes of the great priests flew over their faces one by one, as if they were silently asking for advice from everyone, trying to get guidance for the next action from their expressions.

"Retreat!" After this brief silence, an ethereal and cold voice suddenly sounded. The person who made the voice was a woman shrouded in soft white light. The white light was like a layer of gauze, outlining her figure faintly, adding a bit of mystery to her.

Her face was hidden behind the light, making it difficult to see clearly, but the short and powerful word was like an order, with unquestionable majesty. When the high priest heard this voice, he was slightly stunned, and then nodded slightly, as if he had expected such a decision to happen.

With the issuance of this command, the people in the Holy Temple acted quickly. They turned around neatly, their steps were steady and orderly, without any panic or delay. The originally tight battle formation slowly retreated like a tide.

The warriors holding weapons put their weapons in a sheath and made neat movements; the mages also put away the light of spiritual power released, and the surrounding space gradually returned to calm. In this way, they evacuated the battlefield in an orderly manner in a fog of blood and smoke of gunpowder, and their figures gradually disappeared into the dust in the distance.

As the powerful men of the Holy Temple left, the entire Zhaixing Tower seemed to wake up from a crazy nightmare and fell into a strange calm. The building, which was once extremely noisy and filled with shouts and screams, became particularly deserted at this moment.

On the ground, there were mottled blood, as if telling the tragic battle I had just experienced; broken weapons and broken armor were scattered all over the ground, in a mess.

Previously, the master of Zhaixing Tower showed his might and killed a large number of warriors who tried to invade with his terrifying strength. The intensity of the war also caused many people to be driven by fear and fled.

Coupled with the irreconcilable contradiction between the Holy Church and the Zhaixing Tower, many people who were originally looking for a stable life here felt that this place was no longer safe. They packed their bags and moved to other places like frightened birds.

They thought to themselves that they had originally hid here to avoid worldly disputes and find peace, but now it has become more dangerous, like a volcano that will erupt at any time, so they naturally have to escape from this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

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Outside Zhaixing Tower City, a vast wasteland came into view. The strong wind whistled past, raising layers of sand and dust, covering the land in a dim state. The members of the Holy Hall and the Qin family appeared on this wasteland at this moment.

The great priest of the Zhenling Mansion Hall was wearing a black robe, the corners of his clothes fluttered freely in the wind. He had a look of disdain on his face, and his eyes were straight at Qin Xianglan like a knife.

"I have created such an excellent opportunity for your Qin family, but unfortunately you still failed to seize it. If you could be more effective, by blocking the gap between Mingxing Jue, you could have destroyed Zhaixing Tower in one fell swoop."

His voice was a bit hoarse, and it was still clearly audible in the howling sound of the strong wind, and his words were full of doubts and dissatisfaction with the strength of the Qin family.

"Then we two can actually cooperate!" Qin Xianglan responded with a tall figure, firm eyes, and no weakness. She was wearing gorgeous clothes, and even in this desolate wasteland, she could not hide her nobleness.

"What we want is Zhaixing Tower City, which has rich resources and profound background; what you want is the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, the legendary divine weapon, which is of great significance to your holy temple." Her words were clearly organized, trying to outline a seductive blueprint for the cooperation between the two sides.

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"Cooperation is OK, but we cannot send too many people. Otherwise, once we are noticed by the Ming Xingjue or other people in the Ming Cult, it will inevitably lead to a big battle. The strength of the Ming Cult is unfathomable, and we don't want to provoke it easily."

The high priest shook his head slightly, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. He knew the horror of the Nether Sect and did not want to get caught in disputes with the Nether Sect because of excessive investment. It was undoubtedly an adventure with an unpredictable ending.

"Yes, we will have an appropriate amount of personnel on both sides. Anyway, there are many warriors staring at the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in this world. We can completely connect them all and form a powerful alliance to jointly deal with possible crises."

Qin Xianglan nodded slightly, expressed her understanding of the high priest's concerns, and also proposed her own solution, with a light of wisdom flashing in her eyes.
Chapter completed!