Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Our Golden Crow Cave is incomparable to the Holy Cathedral. We can't help my boss at all on the frontal battlefield."

Jin Yan shook his head and said: "Today, the headquarters of the Northern Xinjiang Temple is very empty. Do they think no one dares to touch them? Then let's go!"

"Little Lord!"

The others were shocked when they heard this.

Is this crazy? He actually planned to kill the Northern Xinjiang Temple headquarters.

Even though most of the masters of the Northern Xinjiang Temple have left, those who remain are comparable to existences like Douzong and Martial Alliance.

Their Jinwu Cave is not as good as Douzong.

"I already have an idea. If anyone is afraid of death, then stay. I won't force you."

Jin Yan said: "As long as the Holy Church can return support, even if only a few people return support, it can relieve the pressure on my boss."

"What did the young master say? Before the cave master left, he handed over the entire Golden Crow Cave to you. Whatever you say is what it is. How can we be afraid?"

Tens of thousands of small troops came on floating battleships, and their momentum was huge and shocking.

That made everyone in the Tyrant Empire feel a sense of power. We knew that the battle would be normally difficult.

This is the hope for all of us.

The growth rate of such a monster is too slow. The key is that he is just one person. That person led countless people to praise our church and brought an almost devastating blow to the prestige of our church.

Murong Xue looked at Zu Long and said: "The Golden Crow Cave contacted us and asked us to go directly to the Holy Temple's lair instead of going to the Tyrant Empire. However, a few old guys in the clan disagreed. It's really annoying, although we have control now. The Murong family, but those old guys still treat me like a puppet."

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But even so, we still have hope that we have not given up.

More importantly, we don’t have Tyrant Emperor.

However, the enemy's strength is extremely strong. We only have floating battleships that have not retreated first, and we do not have many low-hands and powerful weapons.

"Bad, just listen to him!"

Northern Saint.

Zu Long shook his head and said: "On our side, even if you are added, there will only be eight, so there is no big difference."

There was a relaxed atmosphere in the air, as if it was about to break out.

On the frontal battlefield, we have no limit to our help to Murong, and Zulong has contacted Murong again.

Except for us, there are no warships from other forces in front. Although they are inferior to those of the Holy Church, their momentum is extremely small.

Ling Xiaoxue frowned.

Jin Yan sneered and rose into the air.

The warriors of the empire stepped forward one after another. We were wearing armor and holding weapons, standing under the city wall, staring at the enemy in the distance.

"At this time, I was just an ant. We had even heard of it. It was too late to exterminate it now. That big guy actually ruined our two plans and prevented us from taking away Muzhou and Jinzhou’s source of energy is absolutely tolerable.”

We doubt that as long as we are divided and use our minimal strength, we will be able to defeat the enemy.

We know that it was a life and death battle, but we also know that only by being divided can we withstand the attack of tens of thousands of small armies.

Under the leader of the battleship, there are seven chief priests, not including Ye Mo and other weak Hunyuan realms.

"After all, you acted a little too late! That big guy hasn't become a big deal yet. If you had discovered the clues about the degaussing while it was still in the Qin State and killed it, that's what would have happened."

That time, Murong Xuetang almost came out in full force, and everyone under the divine body level participated in the battle.

Although it was a bet, if the bet is successful, the status of our Ling Xiao family at the foot of the mountain will also rise and fall, and we will have nothing to do but follow the Qixia Sect.

As the battleship approached, a weak aura rushed towards the face, making people feel awe. Our arrival has brought unprecedented pressure to the once peaceful empire.

Now that there are uprisings in various places, many resistance forces have appeared, and they all follow Murong. Murong must be dead, that's what will happen.

Our faces were full of solemnity, and our eyes shone with hesitation.

"Worry, Emperor Batian will win that time. The Emperor Batian you know always fights well-prepared battles."

"Okay, then let's go and give the church a surprise!"

Murong family.

In every corner of the Tyrant Empire, you can't see people busy. We are not reinforcing the city walls, preparing food and fodder, or polishing weapons.

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning fell quickly, the world seemed to be covered with a golden veil.

As the enemy approaches, everyone in the Tyrant Empire becomes more and more relaxed.

Although our faces are tired, our eyes are shining with hope.

"We are going, you have to go. At this time, the interior of the Holy Church is full, with the Wuhun Realm in charge, and even the Hunyuan Realm has basically gone to the Tyrant Empire. You cooperate with the Ancestral Dragon Dao to destroy Murong Xuetang, so that we can have A home to return to.”

The eighth chief priest said viciously.

Their roars resounded through the sky, shaking the small land of Tyrant Empire, as if even the mountains and rivers were trembling.

Everyone said.

Northern Saint.

Ling Xiaoxue nodded, finally making up her mind.

Murong said that there would be no problem on the frontal battlefield.

Facing the weak enemy, everyone in the Tyrant Empire was filled with peace and security.

The young priest of the church stared at Murong under the city above with indifference.

"Bad! Listen to him, but these seven old guys may want to seize power before you leave."

The seventh priest only said one word.

When we came there today, we planned to hold back. Even if the Tyrant Empire turned into a piece of scorched earth and ruins, we would still achieve our goal.

The seventh priest sighed.

But have we retreated or given up? We firmly believe that as long as we are divided and united, we will be able to defeat our enemies and defend our homeland.

"Hmph, when the master cleans up the temple and comes back, he will kill these old guys." Ling Xiao Xuere snorted and said, "What should we do about that time?"

Those floating battleships are like giant beasts in the sky, soaring under the sky, exuding a powerful aura. The warriors under the battleship were wearing armor, holding weapons, and looked solemn, looking mighty and solemn.

…

"kill!"

That ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and mist, and it radiated again and again, bringing a touch of vitality and vitality to the mysterious world.

Our hearts are filled with hatred for the enemy and the desire for failure. We know that we can only defend our homeland if we fail to defeat those tens of thousands of small armies.

I hate and fear that Murong.

We knew it was a life-or-death battle and we had to go all out.

The shadow of the floating battleship covered the sky and the sun, as if even sunlight could not penetrate the thick metal carapace.

"There is no way. The Murong family is quite powerful on the mountain. Although there is only one person in the Martial Spirit realm who is usually in charge, there is not even one in the Hunyuan realm. Seven of them are controlled by us. .”