My Master is Super Strong But Too Steady

Sage Fatian was fully recovered, and the rules of the holy way were surging, forcibly suppressing the twilight energy in the body, restoring the aura of the whole body to its peak, exuding a terrifying holy power.

This person is not an ordinary saint, but a middle-stage saint!

"The Heavenly Ancestor has recovered!"

"Let's see how these two thieves die!"

"I am the Holy Land of Light, the Holy Dao Yongchang! How can I be the coward who escaped?"

"Saint Ancestor Fa Tian recovers, I wonder how long he can last in this state of the old man?"

"The golden world has been open for a few years. Under this kind of world, it must be enough to make up for the consumption of the recovery of the ancestors, so there is no need to worry!"

"Light will eventually illuminate all darkness, and heresy will eventually be eliminated!"

...

The survivors of the Holy Land of Light were very excited to see Saint Fatian recovering to their peak state. Many elders or disciples who had planned to escape from the Holy Land of Light to preserve their strength also stopped temporarily and looked at the field with anticipation. The Heavenly Sage.

Sage Fa Tian swept his gaze sharply towards Ye Chen's puppet incarnation, and a mighty holy path overwhelmed the sky, and said proudly, "Since you insist on forcing me to revive, I don't care how old you are, I will do it today. Leave your life behind!"

Ye Chen's puppet incarnation stood quietly in the void, his eyes were calm without the slightest wave, he shook his head and said softly, "Time is running out..."

"three!"

Fa Kong's voice sounded abruptly, and it was particularly noticeable at this time.

Everyone's eyes converged on Fa Kong's body, and each one's eyes were full of surprise.

The sage of the Holy Land of Light has recovered. This little fat monk is still counting. Has this guy's brain been flooded? Or, do they really have the means to fight against saints?

Fakong doesn't care so much. Master never fights a battle that he is not sure about. Since Master is sure to destroy the entire Holy Land of Light, then Fakong is not worried at all.

Master said ten breaths, then ten breaths!

Even if the sky falls, there will still be Master holding on to it!

For Ye Chen,

Fakong has a blind faith.

Not only the others, but even Saint Fatian was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on Fa Kong in surprise, and he saw Fa Kong speak again: "Two!"

Fa Kong's move made Saint Fa Tian deeply feel a kind of provocation, and his anger came up in a flash.

"Noisy!"

Sage Fatian roared, black hair flying all over his head, raised his hand and slapped a palm towards Fa Kong, a giant hand covering the sky appeared out of thin air, covered with all kinds of sacred Tao textures, exuding a terrifying holy prestige, instantly to the top of Fakong's head.

"one!"

Fakong looked at the descending holy hand, and spat out the last byte.

"boom!"

Suddenly, an ancient hall at the bottom of the Holy Land of Light exploded, and a sword light lingering with a dead gray breath rushed out of the ancient hall. It is even more terrifying than the holy majesty on Saint Fatian.

This dead gray lightsaber seemed to ignore the distance, and instantly appeared on the top of Fa Kong's head, slashing on the sky-covering holy hand shot by the sage of the sky.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a huge roar, the Sacred Heaven Sacred Hand shattered in the void. The rules of the Holy Path lingering on it did not play any role, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Fa Kong looked at the shattering holy hand in the sky, and let out a subconscious breath. The holy power contained in the holy hand just now gave him a feeling of dying. If he hadn't believed in the master, he would have been the first to die. Escaped for a while.

Fortunately, Master has countless trump cards and has always been very reliable.

The sage Fatian showed a look of horror, and said incredulously: "The Holy Sword of Light? This is the Holy King's Soldier of the Holy King of Light? How is it possible?"

The scene in front of him was completely beyond his imagination. Not only him, but all the survivors of the Holy Land of Light were stunned, unable to believe what they saw.

The Holy King of Light is the ancestor who created the Holy Land of Light, and the Holy Sword of Light is the divine weapon of the Holy King of Light, which coerced the entire imperial world tens of thousands of years ago.

Since the death of the Holy King of Light, this sword has been buried in the Holy Tomb of Light with the remains of the Holy King of Light.

In the event of an invasion by a foreign enemy that the Holy Land of Light is difficult to contend with, with the power of blood sacrifices, the Holy Sword of Light can even be revived to kill foreign enemies, which has always been one of the greatest cards of the Holy Land of Light.

And now, the Holy Tomb of Light opens automatically, the Holy Sword of Light appears suddenly, and it also stops the attack of the Saint Fading Heaven!

Everything is something that no one in the Holy Land of Light expected.

However, what scares them is yet to come.

"Boom..."

There was a dull roar from the entire Holy Land of Light, and many dilapidated main peaks were shaking violently, as if a rare earthquake had occurred, as if some huge existence had climbed out of the ground.

And the most dynamic place is the ancestors' cemetery in the Holy Land of Light!

"brush!"

In the next quarter of an hour, a dry corpse wearing a white feather robe appeared out of thin air next to the Holy Sword of Light. His whole body exuded a holy brilliance. Even if he had already died, the holy Dao rhyme on his body was still vast and endless, overwhelming the surrounding void. There was a violent tremor and roar, and the Holy Sword of Light circled quietly around the dry corpse.

However, around this dry corpse, a layer of extremely thick gray-white death shrouded it, revealing a strange and evil feeling.

"The Holy Ancestor of Light?!"

Many people in the Holy Land of Light exclaimed, looking at the corpse with disbelief in their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying aura came from the location of the cemetery in the Holy Land of Light, each of which was filled with a rich gray-white death energy, some still had complete corpses, some only had crystal white bones, and some half of their bodies had rotted. , rushing towards the vicinity in a black pressure.

These armies of corpses are at least the existence of the powerful realm, and there are even dozens of Taoist masters and four skeletons in the cutting realm, just like the army of undead rushing out of the dead realm. The Holy Land turned into a dead zone.

These are all ancestors of the Holy Land of Light, buried in the cemetery of the ancestors, and all of them have recovered at this time!

Seeing this scene, the survivors of the Holy Land of Light all have a feeling of numbness in their scalps. No one knows what happened in the cemetery. Why did so many corpses of ancestors appear at the same time?

"Ancestor Guangming sees the invasion of foreign enemies, is he ready to revive to meet the enemy?" A certain elder with white hair and beard muttered to himself.

The eyes of the many survivors of the Holy Land of Light converged on him. They all expected that what the elder said was true, but they all understood that this was unlikely.

Just now, the Holy Sword of Light smashed the attack of the saint who cut the sky. Now that the Holy King of Light is reappearing, the breath on his body is so strange, I am afraid that it has nothing to do with today's great enemy, so why would he help them again?

The mood of Saint Fatian fell to the bottom of the valley, and he reached out and recalled the evil-punishing spear, holding it tightly in his hand, his eyes shifted from Saint King Guangming to Ye Chen's puppet incarnation, and said solemnly: "This is all you. made?"

Even though Saint Fatian is a true saint, who once coerced the entire imperial world for thousands of years, he still felt a sense of powerlessness that he had not seen for a long time.

Although he didn't know how Ye Chen did it, everything that happened in front of him was completely out of his control!

The things that should be the foundation of the Holy Land of Light have all become the opponent's means at this time, and the situation has reversed in an instant!

"Ten breaths have passed, the time has come."

The voice of Ye Chen's puppet incarnation was calm and unwavering, but it was like a god's sentence.

As Ye Chen's voice fell, the Holy King of Light reached out and grabbed the Holy Sword of Light hovering around him, and his figure suddenly disappeared into the void.

When Saint Fatian saw the Holy King of Light disappear, his forehead jumped suddenly, and he waved the evil-punishing spear in his hand without thinking, and swept to the side of his body.

"boom!"

The Holy Sword of Light slashed out of the void and collided with the Punishing God Spear, making an earth-shattering roar, the rules of the Holy Way burst out, and large black cracks hundreds of miles long split open in the void, knocking hundreds of disciples away. Swallow it, and instantly grind it to fly ash.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the body of Sage Fatian fell to the ground uncontrollably, and smashed the earth into a bottomless abyss on the spot, the surrounding mountains collapsed, the earth cracked, and torn between the mountains of the Holy Land of Light. The bottomless rift valleys split open and spread to the end of the eyes.

At the same time, the other saints who were revived also shot at the same time, all kinds of divine passage methods lingering with a dead gray aura filled the sky, and large tracts harvested the lives of the disciples of the Holy Land of Light.

"The corpse of the ancestor of Guangming was controlled by the enemy, and even the saint who fell is not an opponent! Run away!"

"Is the Heavenly Sage dead?"

"Is my Holy Land of Light really going to be destroyed today?"

"Leave the green hills there, don't be afraid of running out of firewood! The most important thing is people's survival, each find a way to escape!"

...

At this moment, all the survivors of the Holy Land of Light panicked, and they all rode the rainbow lights of various colors and fled towards the wild and eight deserts.

"brush!"

The figure of Sage Fa Tian reappeared in the void, his hair became withered and messy, his face was covered with deep wrinkles, the golden armor was broken, and there were sword marks with deep visible bones around his body. The dead gray sword intent lingered, and the whole person revealed a deep twilight.

With just one blow, Sage Fatian was knocked down from his peak state, his life essence was about to be exhausted, and he was on the verge of death.

There was a trace of deep fear in the eyes of Saint Fatian, and he turned to look at Ye Chen's puppet incarnation, and quickly said: "Fellow Daoist, please stop! Let the daoists take it away! Please also ask the daoists to leave a ray of life for me in the Holy Land of Light!"

"I gave you the way to live. Unfortunately, you have to choose your way of thinking. It's too late to beg for mercy now."

Ye Chen's puppet avatar was indifferent and unmoved.

He gave the Holy Land of Light a chance, but unfortunately the Holy Land of Light did not cherish it, and it was too late to beg for mercy at this time.

When Saint Fatian heard the words, he knew that this matter could no longer be reversed, the vast vitality in his body burned wildly, his aura climbed to the peak again, and roared up to the sky: "All disciples who practice the Holy Art of Light in the Holy Land of Light obey the orders and run the light with all their strength. To carry out the blood sacrifice, we must regain control of the body of the ancestor of the light! The disciples over 100 years old, use all the strength of the background to stop the enemy!

As the roar of the sage of the sky came out, many old monks who were fleeing stopped, burned their life essence, and attacked the nearby corpses of the resurrected ancestors.

There are nearly a hundred elders or disciples, and every pore on their bodies began to bloom, reflecting the nine days, their life breaths burned one after another, turned into a force in the dark, and entered the body of the Holy King of Light, fighting for the Holy King of Light with all their might. control of the king's corpse.

"Boom!"

There was a low roar from the ground in the Holy Land of Light, and the holy-level killing formations burst into the air, attacking the corpses of other ancestors, and smashing large swathes of the corpses of the ancestors between the heavens and the earth.

Of course, there are more disciples in the Holy Land of Light who are fleeing with all their strength. Even the veteran monks who know they are over 100 years old and the disciples who practice the Holy Art of Light seem to have never heard of it. life and death?

The entire Guangming Holy Land was in chaos, with ruins everywhere, blood and broken arms and limbs everywhere, completely turned into a vast battlefield, and people fell all the time.

"Beyond your own power!"

Ye Chen's puppet avatar shook his head lightly, with a fairy wind and a light cloud, but it was full of endless murderous aura.

As Ye Chen's voice fell, the Holy King of Light trembled slightly, and the death-grey aura surged wildly, forcibly expelling the blood sacrifice of the nearly 100 disciples and elders, and regained control over the body of the Holy King of Light.

"brush!"

Immediately afterwards, the body of the Holy King of Light disappeared into the void again.

"Boom!"

The saint who cut the sky shot at the void in front of him with all his strength, and the God Punishment Spear burst into the void in front of him. It cracked, and the dust swept across the nine days.

After this blow, Sage Fatian grew old at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was knocked down again to the peak, and his breath quickly decayed.

"The Holy Land of Light is destroyed, and the blame lies with me..."

Looking at the corpse of the Holy King of Light in front of him, Saint Fatian sighed, and his body began to transform into an uncontrollable way.

Two swords were cut out by the Holy King of Light in a row. Even if he burned the source of life, he could not resist the domineering sword intent of the Holy King of Light.

His palms were the first to disappear between heaven and earth, followed by arms, torso, legs and head.

In the blink of an eye, a generation of saints fell.

Two swords were cut out by the Holy King of Light in a row. Even if he burned the source of life, he could not resist the domineering sword intent of the Holy King of Light.

His palms were the first to disappear between heaven and earth, followed by arms, torso, legs and head.

In the blink of an eye, a generation of saints fell.