Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"The three chief priests," Master Lu looked at the three chief priests without showing any signs of weakness, his eyes shining with firmness and unyielding light. Although his voice was calm, every word contained undoubted power.

"You are also a warrior born and raised in Baize Continent. Have you ever thought that once the Holy Church's plan is completed, will you and your relatives, those you love deeply, really be qualified to go to the continent of your dreams? That Is the legendary fairyland really a land of peace and tranquility as you expected? "

There was a hint of sadness and helplessness in Master Lu's tone, as if he was telling an unknown secret, and as if he was reminding the three chief priests of their common past and future, as well as those who were entangled in the church's plan. of innocent lives.

"You don't need to worry about that. You just need to know that there are some things where it's better to be confused. Not to mention the Baize Continent, the entire Xuanjie is facing an inevitable disaster. By then, only a handful of people will be able to survive. , only by constantly improving, constantly getting stronger, and concentrating all resources on a small group of people can we survive.”

The voice of the three chief priests was still very calm, as if he was a wise man who was detached from the world and had already seen through the chaos of the mortal world and the reincarnation of fate.

His eyes were deep and distant, as if he could see into the essence of everything in the world. Hidden under that calmness was endless worry and a deep sense of responsibility for the future.

There was an unquestionable determination in his words, and every word hit Master Lu's heart like a heavy hammer, making him feel a heavy pressure involuntarily.

The three chief priests continued, with a soft voice, but with an indescribable majesty: "In this world, there is no eternal peace, and there is no absolute fairness. The coming disaster will be a great blow to the entire Mysterious World. Shuffling the cards, both the strong and the weak will face unprecedented challenges.

And in this catastrophe, those who can survive must be those who have enough strength and wisdom to seize opportunities and utilize resources. "

At this point, the eyes of the three chief priests became sharper, as if they could penetrate people's hearts and look directly into the depths of Master Lu's soul: "So, being confused is not a bad thing sometimes, it can help you avoid falling into unnecessary disputes and fights. , reserve more energy and time to improve yourself.

Remember, in this world where the strong are respected, only by constantly improving and becoming stronger can we survive in this cruel environment.

In order to achieve this, limited resources must be pooled together to cultivate a small number of truly powerful people with potential. Only in this way can it be possible to retain a glimmer of vitality in the coming disaster. "

"Okay, okay, you can be considered eloquent when you talk about selfishness in such a high-level way, but have you ever thought that in the eyes of others, you are just a weak person who can be abandoned at any time."

Master Lu shook his head, his eyes revealing a trace of imperceptible regret and helplessness. His voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the three chief priests, causing ripples.

The third officiant was obviously touched by these words, his face changed slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. His clenched fists were trembling slightly, as if he was trying his best to control the turbulence in his heart. The air around them seemed to freeze, and a subtle tension quietly spread between the two of them.

In fact, the three chief priests have been trying to avoid this core key issue, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, trying to escape the cruelty of reality.

Deep in his heart, a voice kept whispering, telling him that he was insignificant and that no matter how hard he tried, he could not get rid of that deep feeling of inferiority. This emotion was like an invisible net, binding him tightly and making it difficult for him to extricate himself.

Although in the eyes of the warriors in front of them, the three chief priests are almost invincible, they respect his strength and respect his status. However, behind this glamor, he often felt a deep emptiness and uneasiness.

In the eyes of the real big shots, what does he mean? In the eyes of those giants who hold the power of life and death and turn everything upside down, he is just an ant-like existence who can be easily ignored and abandoned.

This knowledge was like a sharp knife, stabbing his heart deeply, making it impossible for him to sleep peacefully every silent night.

"You have too many words. You all want to save that Ling Xiao, but I won't let you succeed." At this point, the three chief priests waved their hands, his movements carrying an unquestionable sense of authority, and he kept following The man in red armor who did not move next to him seemed to be pulled by invisible threads and instantly pounced on Master Lu and Hunyu like a cheetah, intending to fight one against two, showing off his amazing speed and power.

The red-armored man's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty cold light, and every step he took seemed to be stepping on the ripples of the air, silent but carrying a fatal threat. When Master Lu and Hun Yu saw this, their expressions instantly became solemn. They quickly adjusted their positions and stood back to back, preparing for the upcoming fierce battle.

"You even brought the blood knights of the temple. It seems that your actions this time have the tacit approval of the temple. But have you ever thought that once you die, the temple will take the blame for you? ”

Master Lu said coldly, with a hint of ridicule and disdain in his voice, as if he had seen through the plans of the three chief priests.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he looked directly at the three chief priests, trying to find a trace of wavering in each other's eyes.

The face of the third chief priest sank slightly, but he quickly regained his composure, with a sneer on his lips: "It's enough to not die, Blood Knight, kill that old thing and the soul clan rebel." His tone was full of coldness and determination, and of course, incomparable confidence, because no one here could kill him.

"Yes!" The low and powerful voice of the Blood Knight echoed in the air, with unquestionable determination. The two blood-colored long swords tightly held in his hands flashed a strange and enchanting light in the sun, as if each sword contained endless killing intent.

With the order of the Blood Knight, his figure suddenly rose up, like a blood-colored lightning, instantly cutting through the sky, one sword slashed at Master Lu, and the other sword slashed at Soul Rain fiercely.

His movements were swift and precise, and each sword was aimed directly at the vital point, showing his strong strength and combat experience as a Blood Knight.

Facing the fierce attack of the Blood Knight, Master Lu and Soul Rain did not dare to be careless. They quickly adjusted their figures and launched a fierce confrontation with the Blood Knight. Swords flashed, blood and shadows intertwined, and dozens of rounds of fighting took place in a flash.

Every collision of swords was accompanied by a crisp metallic sound, as if even the air was trembling.