People in the Xiling Temple don’t know why the High Priest of Judgment entered the White Temple. They don’t know what the High Priest of Judgment and the Master said or did. They don’t know what this historic meeting means. What will it bring to Xiling Temple?
They just heard the sound of wind, violent wind, more terrifying than the hurricane in the East China Sea of Song Dynasty, as if countless giants were roaring and fighting.
They just saw the divine brilliance of Haotian, which was stronger and more holy than the combined divine brilliance of all the priests' divine arts. They broke through the clouds in the sky and landed in the white Taoist temple.
All the believers who heard the news and saw the divine glory knelt on the ground in fear and fear.
In the temple, Xiong Chumo opened his arms and used his body to receive the divine brilliance of Haotian. That short body seemed to become extremely tall and majestic, like a mountain. The wretched expression was also swept away, and instead it was filled with sacred meaning, as if every pore was exuding a holy and bright aura, which was extremely powerful.
"You think I was injured in the battle in the wasteland, so I didn't participate in the battle against Tang Dynasty. Wrong, completely wrong." Xiong Chumo showed a proud smile: "After the battle between Haotian and Master, he spread his blessings to the world. , I have not only recovered my strength at the Apocalypse Realm, but I have also reached a higher level than before."
It turned out that after Haotian noticed that Yu Liancheng returned to the human world from the Kingdom of God, although he was sleeping under the ice and snow and recuperating from his injuries, he did a lot of things.
For example, dreaming of butchers and drunkards.
For example, help Wang Shusheng enter the five realms.
For example, recovering Xiong Chumo's injuries...
"I really don't know why Haotian values a wretched little eunuch like you so much. It seems that she is indeed very blind." Ye Hongyu just shook his head.
"I think you are looking for death!
Xiong Chumo was furious. He raised his right fist, lowered his waist and inhaled. In an instant, the millions of peach blossoms in Taoshan began to tremble, emitting wisps of brilliance, converging on this small fist, making the entire fist bloom with a dazzling brilliance, like a scorching sun in the fist. Exploded.
Boom!
As this punch was thrown, the fist formed by the light and divine brilliance flew out horizontally, like a huge cannonball hitting Ye Hongyu.
It seemed that the punch was so strong and violent that Ye Hongyu didn't have time to draw her sword before the punch reached her.
Xiong Chumo looked happy, but he saw Ye Hongyu's figure was torn apart and shattered in an instant, disappearing like a mirror, a flower in the water, and a moon in the water.
"No, it's a phantom!?"
Xiong Chumo's expression changed, and he finally realized that a sword light was stabbing him.
This sword came so fast.
A sword strike was like lightning across the sky, and like an aurora in the dark night, ignoring space and time as if it were nothing. The sharp sword energy pierced the air, and a sharp scream sounded in the air.
"ah!
"
Blood spattered, Xiong Chumo cried out in pain, and staggered backwards. His right arm had been shattered by the sword energy, and blood gushed out from the broken arm.
At the critical moment, he blocked the blow with his right arm, but it also left him completely disabled.
Ye Hongyu pointed the tip of his sword diagonally at the ground, blood dripping down the tip of the sword: "Waste is waste. You have entered the Apocalypse Realm, but you are just a waste of the Apocalypse Realm."
"W-what kind of swordsmanship are you doing?" Xiong Chumo's face was pale, and the pure white brilliance condensed on his right arm to stop the blood from flowing.
"The sword technique that kills you."
Ye Hongyu's voice was still calm: "I said, today is the day you die."
A look of panic appeared on Xiong Chumo's face. Every time Ye Hongyu took a step forward, he staggered back.
"Unfortunately, that won't happen."
However, at this moment, a voice sounded from the corner of the Taoist Hall.
The place where the sound came from was the shadow of the Taoist Hall. But as this voice sounded, the inconspicuous shadow suddenly became brighter, and seemed to become the most gorgeous, richest, and brightest place in the world. The light came from the person speaking in the corner. He was a thin old Taoist who seemed to have thousands of people.
A ray of light shot out from his body.
——Zhao Nanhai, the great priest of South China Sea.
The Great Priest of Light is the person closest to Haotian. Over the past millennium, there have been three great Great Priests of Light who have brought great turmoil to the world.
The first one is the Great Priest of Light who took the Book of Heaven and Mingzi Scroll to the wilderness to preach a thousand years ago and eventually founded the Ming Sect. The nearest one was Wei Guangming, who was imprisoned in You Pavilion for more than ten years and finally died in Chang'an.
The remaining one was the Great Priest of Guangming six hundred years ago. Because he modified and annotated the canons and dogmas, he was not recognized by the Xiling Temple, triggering the most brutal internal strife and turmoil in the past thousand years. Finally, he left the South China Sea and opened up South China Sea lineage.
And this Zhao Nanhai is the successor of the great priest back then.
Footsteps sounded.
Another person stepped into the white temple.
He is a very ordinary middle-aged Taoist.
The middle-aged Taoist priest who has been presiding over Zhi Shou Guan has been in charge of the temple since Chen, the master of the temple, was driven away by the Master and could not go ashore.
He has been dealing with creation for decades without showing anything, and seems to be just an ordinary person.
He stood there like an ordinary person.
But no one can underestimate him.
"It turns out...the temple master wants to kill me..."
The only person in the world who can make Zhao Nanhai and the middle-aged Taoist master know how to watch is Chen.
"Has the Master noticed my intention a long time ago? But why didn't you stop me from cutting off Xiong Chumo's arm before? Do you want to use my hand to beat this leader who is favored by Haotian? Or do you think that cutting off Is Xiong Chumo’s arm a compensation for me?”
Ye Hongyu thought for a moment and then shook his head. There was no emotion on his face, but he glanced at the three of them blankly: "Then, come on!
"
Sword light.
The sky is filled with sword light.
…
boom!
The middle-aged Taoist pressed his palm on Ye Hongyu's back.
Ye Hongyu immediately spurted blood from his mouth, and the people came out like catkins in the wind.
He stumbled to the ground, his face pale, his breath weak, his red clothes stained with blood, and he could barely support himself with his sword.
There is blood on the sword.
The blood came from the headmaster Xiong Chumo.
Xiong Chumo was not dead either, he was screaming.
His remaining hands and legs were cut off by Ye Hongyu during the fight, and they were completely transformed into human sticks. And there is a sense of death in the wound, which is difficult to heal and bleeds endlessly.
Unless Haotian is willing to personally treat it, I'm afraid it will be difficult to recover as before.
In fact, Ye Hongyu had several opportunities to kill Xiong Chumo, but she didn't.
A master whose cultivation has been crippled and whose limbs are severed seems to be more interesting.
It turned out that she still had deep resentment towards the headmaster in her heart.
"Amazing, really amazing." Ye Nanhai also suffered a wound on his left arm, but it was healed by Haotian Shenhui. He raised his palm and praised: "The three of us have been favored by Haotian, and we have a level above the fifth realm. But I was injured by you, Master, if you had not intentionally tortured him and spared his life, I'm afraid he would have died."
The middle-aged Taoist looked at Ye Hongyu, who was as pale as paper, and sighed softly.
Ye Hongyu has lived in Zhishou Temple since he was a child, and he has watched Ye Hongyu grow up. It can be seen that the Lord's command is not something he can resist.
"Yulian City has been trapped by the Butcher and Wang Shusheng. You don't have to wait for him anymore. Let me take you on your last journey."
Ye Nanhai looked at Ye Hongyu, stretched out an index finger, and the strong Haotian divine light suddenly appeared on the index finger, and said leisurely: "It is really heartbreaking to kill a Taoist genius like you."
"But anyone who betrays Haotian must die!"
Boom!
Just when the Haotian divine light at his fingertips was about to burst out, the ground shook violently. There seemed to be an angry dragon turning over under the earth, and the entire white temple was trembling. Ye Nanhai and the middle-aged Taoist swayed slightly. This was due to their advanced cultivation, while Ye Hongyu and Xiong Chumo were seriously injured.
, was directly thrown away.
"What's going on? Is there an earthquake?"
Ye Nanhai and the middle-aged Taoist suspected that it was an earthquake, but Taoshan is a land of heaven, and natural disasters rarely happen.
Just as you were in shock and doubt, you heard a "boom", the walls of the white Taoist temple shattered, and bricks and stones flew everywhere. Then a huge figure flew across, sending smoke and dust flying.
The figure rolled continuously on the ground several times before stopping, half-kneeling on the ground, with a butcher's knife inserted into the ground like cutting tofu, lowering his head, and kept coughing up blood.
"Hello friends inside."
Immediately afterwards, a black figure appeared in front of the broken wall.
He pulled it casually, and the remaining wall was torn into pieces like thin pieces of paper.
You must know that although this is a broken wall, there is still a magic circle left, which is indestructible.
Wearing black clothes, he entered the Taoist temple.
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