Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

At this point, Hun Huan's eyes were already red, and tears were welling up in his eyes, but he resisted and did not let them fall.

There was deep self-blame and regret in his voice, as if he wanted to pour out his inner pain and struggle. At this moment, he was no longer the aloof and arrogant soul clan leader, but an ordinary person who had made mistakes and longed for redemption.

"Hahahaha!" The laughter of the three chief priests echoed in the hall, with an unquestionable majesty and coldness in their voices. His smile revealed a kind of indifference to life, as if in his eyes, life was just a game that could be manipulated at will.

"The church never believes in tears, only in dead people." The words of the three chief priests were cold and decisive, and every word was like a sharp blade, piercing the hearts of everyone present.

There was a deep chill in his eyes, as if he could see into the fear and despair in people's hearts. "How can someone who has betrayed once follow us steadily? If you want to die, the group of people who follow you will also die. Unless you kill them, I can give you a chance."

Speaking of this, the tone of the three chief priests revealed a kind of teasing and provocation, as if they were appreciating Hun Huan's inner struggle and pain. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes filled with a sense of control over Hun Huan's destiny.

"Okay, I'll give you a cup of tea to think about." The words of the three chief priests were like a cold command, interrupting Hun Huan's thoughts. He turned around and no longer looked at Hun Huan, as if he had made the final judgment on Hun Huan's fate.

Immediately, the eyes of the three chief priests fell on Hun Wuxu and Saint Tianhun. A gentle smile appeared on his face, as if he was looking at the two proud disciples.

"You two are the pride of the Soul Clan, and you are also extremely talented. If you are willing to submit to the Holy Church, I can make you two the Holy Sons and Saints of the Holy Church. Your status will rise and you will enjoy unprecedented glory and that power."

There was a seductive charm in the words of the three chief priests, as if they were painting a beautiful picture of the future for Hun Wuxu and the Heavenly Soul Saint.

His eyes shone with anticipation and appreciation, as if he was waiting for their answer. However, behind his smile, there is an unfathomable conspiracy and calculation, which makes people feel a chill.

"Dream!" The Heavenly Soul Saint snorted coldly, with an undoubted determination and pride in her voice. Her eyes shone with determination, as if she was ready to fight the enemy to the bitter end.

Her figure is tall and straight, like a lotus blooming proudly in the wind and rain. She will never give in even when facing a powerful enemy.

"I, the Heavenly Soul Saint, am a member of the Soul Clan, and I will die as a ghost of the Soul Clan." The Heavenly Soul Saint's voice was sonorous and powerful, and every word was like an oath uttered from the bottom of her heart.

Her tone was full of deep affection and loyalty to the Soul Clan, as if at this moment, she had tightly connected her life with the Soul Clan's fate. "Today, I will fight you to the end to protect the safety of our clan. If you want me to surrender, just dream!"

There was a kind of tragedy and determination in her words, as if she was declaring her determination to the enemy. There was a kind of fearlessness and determination in her eyes, as if at this moment, she had put her own life and death aside just to protect the safety of the Soul Clan.

Then, she looked at Hun Wuxu, with a trace of inquiry and expectation in her eyes. She asked: "Hun Wuxu, are you the same?" There was a kind of trust and determination in her voice, as if she was waiting for Hun Wuxu's response, hoping that he could fight side by side with her and protect the soul together. clan.

However, Hun Wuxu shook his head, his eyes revealing a complex emotion. He looked at the three chief priests, with a hint of helplessness and determination in his voice: "Third chief priest, my soul is willing to submit to the church."

His words were like a sharp knife, piercing into the hearts of everyone present. His eyes revealed a kind of confusion and helplessness about the future, as if he had already paid a huge price when making this decision.

Hearing Hun Wuxu's answer, a satisfied smile appeared on the face of the three chief priests. He laughed, with a sense of pride and expectation in his voice:

"Okay! Hahahaha!" His laughter echoed in the hall, as if he was celebrating his victory. He looked at Hun Wuxu, his eyes flashing with appreciation and expectation.

He knew that Hun Wuxu's talent was extremely terrifying. If this person could join the Holy Church, then together with Bai Yan, he could become the two most talented people in the Holy Church of Zhenhun Mansion. The temple will become even more invincible and unbeatable.

"Hun Wuxu, you!" The Heavenly Soul Saint looked at Hun Wuxu in astonishment. Her eyes that were once full of trust and admiration were now full of shock and confusion.

Her voice trembled slightly, as if she couldn't believe what was happening in front of her. Her body leaned back slightly, her hands clenched into fists, her nails dug deeply into her palms, but she felt no pain.

Hun Huan was also stunned, his eyes also filled with disbelief.

He looked at Hun Wuxu, and the once familiar and proud face now became unfamiliar and indifferent. Indescribable anger and disappointment surged in his heart, as if he had been betrayed by the person closest to him.

Hun Wuxu, this was once the pride of their Soul Clan, a hero who bravely killed enemies on the battlefield countless times and made great achievements for the Soul Clan countless times. However, at this moment, his behavior was extremely shameless and unacceptable.

"Don't blame me." Hun Wuxu said calmly, his voice calm and indifferent, as if he had already made a decision and no longer had any hesitation.

He raised his head and looked at Hun Huan and Tian Hun Saint. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by indifference.

"I have a talent that is unrivaled in ancient and modern times. If I die here, I will not be willing. Don't worry, clan leader, Saint, the Soul Clan will surely flourish in my hands in the future."

There was an unquestionable firmness and confidence in his words, as if he had seen himself leading the Soul Clan to a glorious future.

However, in his words, he also revealed a desire for power and a cherishment of life, which made people feel a chill.

After speaking, he broke through the air, his figure was like an eagle flying high, and he came to the side of the third priest in an instant. He knelt down without hesitation, his voice firm and powerful: "Hun Wuxu is willing to accept the baptism of holy light."

The third priest looked at Hun Wuxu, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Hun Wuxu's forehead. At that moment, the whole hall seemed to be still, and everyone's eyes were focused on this scene.

A soft and holy light emanated from the palms of the three high priests. That light was like warm sunshine, instantly enveloping Hun Wuxu's whole body.