Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The voice of the priest of the temple was full of unquestionable firmness, as if he was building an invisible barrier with words to try to block the coming panic.

However, as soon as he said this, the air seemed to be solidified by an invisible force, and everyone's eyes were focused on the same place. Then, they saw a stunned scene.

The originally indestructible and radiant holy pattern formation was easily torn apart like a fragile paper lantern under the sharp edge of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

Wherever the tip of the sword passed, the light of the holy pattern quickly dimmed, as if swallowed by darkness, and the structure of the entire formation collapsed, fragments scattered, and the light dissipated.

"That is the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, the sword of the leader of the Demon Sect back then, damn it! That's the treasure on him." An elderly third-chief priest, with a vicissitudes of life and complex emotions flashing in his eyes, exclaimed in a low voice.

There was both shock and resentment that was difficult to conceal in his voice.

For the temple, this sword is not only a legendary treasure, but also an eternal pain in their hearts.

The face of the third chief priest was not very good at the moment. His brows were tightly knitted, and countless memories seemed to be surging in his eyes. This sword brought them too many tragic memories.

Those memories were like sharp fragments, deeply embedded in their hearts, and every mention would cause a sharp pain.

Even though they had successfully destroyed the Demon Sect and sealed the Demon Sect Master with their powerful strength and the help of outsiders, the brutality of that battle still made them feel frightened.

Recalling that year, the Demon Sect Master fought against the entire Holy Hall and the coalition of outsiders with his own strength. It was a real bloody storm.

Even before being sealed, the Demon Sect Master showed amazing strength, killed countless of their masters, and made the Holy Hall pay a heavy price.

The third chief priest was just a child at the time, but he also witnessed the tragic battlefield. Those shocking scenes, like a brand, were deeply engraved in his memory and became a shadow that he could never forget in his life.

At this moment, when the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword appeared in front of him again, those memories came like a tide, making him feel a deep fear and powerlessness.

Unfortunately, it was too late for him to find out now. There was an irreversible despair in the air, as if time had frozen at this moment, deeply imprinting regret and helplessness in everyone's heart.

With a deafening roar, as if the sky was torn apart, Long Yingtian finally escaped from the holy pattern formation that had bound him for a long time.

His figure was like a giant beast that broke free from the abyss, with an indescribable terrifying power, instantly filling the entire space. His eyes were like burning flames, flashing with the light of revenge, as if he wanted to turn everyone who hindered him into ashes.

The terrifying Mo Dao seemed to have life in his hands, and he chopped the body of a temple priest with one knife. The priest didn't even have time to react before he was completely swallowed by this irresistible force. His body fell powerlessly like a broken puppet, and blood splattered, staining the surrounding land red.

"Run!" The remaining four temple priests witnessed this scene, their hearts filled with fear and despair. They knew how terrifying Long Yingtian was without the formation, and they could never be his opponent.

If they escaped now, they could still save their lives, but if they didn't escape, they would be dead. Their eyes were filled with fear and helplessness, and they turned around and ran away, as if countless demons were chasing them.

"Don't panic, he is just one person, there are five of us, what are we afraid of!" Qian Feng shouted anxiously, with a tremor in her voice, and she was obviously shocked by Long Yingtian's terrifying strength.

However, her shouts were like a stone sinking into the sea, and the remaining four temple priests were already scared and couldn't hear her words at all. There was only fear in their hearts, only the idea of ​​running away, as if the whole world had collapsed.

Long Yingtian was like a ferocious cheetah, chasing the fleeing priests closely. His Mo Dao drew a track of death in the air, and he chopped them all one by one.

The bodies of the priests were like fragile scarecrows, unable to withstand the horrific attack. They fell one after another, and the blood dyed the ground red. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The whole scene was like a brutal massacre, which made people terrified.

"Good kill!" Hun Huan's voice echoed in the empty field, with an irrepressible excitement and excitement.

He had wanted to kill Long Yingtian before, but at this moment, facing those fleeing temple priests, he felt an unprecedented pleasure in his heart.

Because he clearly realized that Long Yingtian was standing on the same boat with him at this moment, and became their common enemy - those high and mighty temple people.

Hun Huan's eyes flashed with excitement, as if he had seen the scene of those temple priests falling one after another. He curled up a sneer at the corner of his mouth, which was a contempt and challenge to the authority of the temple, and also a pride and expectation of joining forces with Long Yingtian to fight the enemy.

"Haha, you are indeed Long Yingtian, quite interesting. I understand why you dare to challenge the authority of the Holy Hall." A deep and majestic voice suddenly sounded, like a cold wind from the underworld, making people shudder. This is the Holy Lord of the Holy Hall of the Demon Suppression Mansion, an existence with unfathomable strength.

The gap in strength between the Demon Suppression Palace and the Soul Suppression Palace is a well-known fact. Although the Demon Suppression Palace also has powerful power and a long history, it is not as powerful as the Soul Suppression Palace.

Especially the Saint of the Demon Suppression Palace, whose strength is not even as good as one of the three chief priests of the Soul Suppression Palace. However, at this moment, he stood here with an unquestionable attitude, ready to fight against Long Yingtian.

The Saint of the Demon Suppression Palace had a steady and powerful voice, and every word seemed to contain endless power and wisdom. His eyes were deep and calm, as if he had seen through the prosperity and disputes in the world and only focused on the opponent in front of him.

"Saint Lord Bai, thank you!" The three chief priests spoke with a trace of sincerity and respect. He bent his hands slightly and bowed to the Saint Lord Bai of the Demon Suppression Palace. That action was both a respect for the strong and an expectation for the upcoming battle.

Saint Lord Bai nodded slightly, his eyes were deep, as if he could see through all the vanity in the world.

"As it should be, it's safer to kill a disobedient dog, so it won't bite people in the future." His voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, with unquestionable determination. After he finished speaking, he flashed and turned into a stream of light, fighting with Long Yingtian.