Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

However, Hun Huan did not show any fear. Instead, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered.

"Haha, you are indeed Long Yingtian. You are really strong. It seems that I underestimated your strength before."

His tone was full of recognition of Long Yingtian's strength, but then his eyes became fierce again, "However, fortunately I am well prepared. Today, you will definitely die! Today, the Demon Suppression Mansion will also be destroyed in my hands!"

Hun Huan's words were full of desire for victory and hatred for Long Yingtian. He seemed to have seen the moment when he destroyed the Demon Suppression Mansion with his own hands and became the master of this area.

However, Long Yingtian was not shaken by his words. His eyes were still firm, as if he was ready to fight to the death with Hun Huan.

When Long Yingtian was about to make another move, suddenly, the wind and clouds around him seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and began to change rapidly. The dark clouds rolled and the wind raged. The elements between heaven and earth seemed to have lost their former tranquility at this moment.

The holy patterns shining with various colors, as bright as stars, kept flickering in the void. They were red like flames, blue like the deep sea, or green like emeralds, interweaving into a huge and complex holy pattern array.

This holy pattern array exuded an ancient and sacred aura, tightly blocking all the space around Long Yingtian, as if forming an independent small world, isolated from the outside world.

At the same time, five warriors in snow-white robes appeared silently in all directions in the air. Their figures were elegant, like exiled immortals, and each of them looked solemn and sacred.

These five white-robed people held strange objects in their hands. In their left hands were array plates emitting faint light, and the array plates were engraved with complex runes, which seemed to contain some powerful power; and in their right hands, they held crystal clear white jade staffs, and the tops of the staffs were inlaid with various gems, shining with mysterious light.

Seeing these five people, Cheng Shifei and others below suddenly became solemn, and their eyes revealed shock and confusion.

Cheng Shifei frowned very unhappy and whispered: "Isn't this the priest of the Holy Hall? They never easily get involved in the disputes of various mansions. Why did they get involved this time? Could it be that there are secrets behind this matter that we don't know?"

His tone was full of doubts and worries. Obviously, this sudden change disrupted his original plan.

Hearing Cheng Shifei's words, Di Huangzhu beside him couldn't help but frown slightly, and his deep eyes flashed with complex light:

"The people of the Holy Hall of Zhenhun Mansion actually colluded with the people of the Soul Clan? As the existence of protecting justice and order, how can they join such a dispute? This is simply a betrayal of their own beliefs and duties."

Although her voice was light, it was firm and unquestionable. Obviously, this news was a huge shock to her.

Cheng Shifei's face had become quite ugly at this moment. He clenched his teeth, as if he was trying his best to suppress his anger and anxiety.

He whispered: "The Holy Hall has always been so domineering. They never consider the consequences. They only act according to their own will. They do whatever they want and support whoever they want. For their decisions, no matter how much we think, it is useless. We are powerless to change them.

Now that the Palace Master is controlled by those treacherous people and cannot escape, we are in an unprecedented crisis and must work harder."

His voice was low and powerful, and every word revealed his anxiety and determination.

His heart had already fallen into a cold abyss and sank to the bottom of the valley. It was a deep sense of powerlessness and despair, as if the whole world collapsed at this moment.

Because he realized a possibility, a possibility that made him feel fear and anger. The Soul Clan wanted to annex the Demon Suppression Mansion. This was not only the ambition and conspiracy of the Soul Clan, but also the idea and plan of some people in the Holy Hall of the Soul Suppression Mansion.

This betrayal and conspiracy made him feel unprecedented anger and disappointment, and also made him more determined to rescue the Lord of the Mansion and protect the Demon-Suppressing Mansion.

"Cheng Shifei, do you still care about others? Think about how to beat us first." The person who spoke was Hun Wujue, with a hint of sarcasm and confidence in his voice.

Although the previous plan to trap Long Yingtian failed, with the help of the priests of the temple, he firmly believed that this time, the balance of victory had firmly tilted to their side, and the belief of winning was deeply rooted in his heart.

At this moment, Long Yingtian's figure had been tightly wrapped by those colorful and radiant holy patterns, as if he was imprisoned in a cage woven by light and spells.

Those holy patterns exuded a soft and mysterious light, like the brightest stars in the night sky, but they also hid unknown secrets and powers.

The five priests in white robes were concentrating with their eyes closed, muttering something, and the array plates and white jade staffs in their hands were flashing with strange light, as if communicating with some ancient and powerful power.

Long Yingtian looked around, and a glimmer of unyielding light flashed in his eyes. He knew that he was facing an unprecedented challenge at the moment, but the pride and tenacity of a strong man made him never give up easily.

The next moment, he took a deep breath, gathered all his strength, and the Mo Dao in his hand was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and he slashed with a thunderous force!

Boom!

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the entire sky seemed to tremble. Those originally colorful and indestructible holy patterns were directly cracked under Long Yingtian's domineering blow, and the cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.

However, at this critical moment, those holy patterns seemed to have self-awareness, and were instantly repaired by a mysterious force as if they had never been hurt.

And within the holy patterns, a strange breath suddenly emanated. This breath was both ancient and evil, with an indescribable sense of oppression, which made everyone present feel depressed, as if something terrible was about to happen.

With the appearance of these strange and powerful auras, Long Yingtian's brows involuntarily frowned tightly, and his eyes revealed solemnity and vigilance.

He could clearly feel that the energy in his body was being lost at an alarming rate, as if it was being constantly devoured by some invisible force. This unprecedented sense of crisis forced him to concentrate on dealing with the situation in front of him.

This time, the Soul Clan really invested a lot of money and conducted a very thorough research on him. They are sure to defeat him.