My Master is Super Strong But Too Steady

The Saint Fatian was fully recovered, and the rules of the holy way were surging, forcibly suppressing the twilight energy in his body, restoring the breath of the whole body to the most prosperous period, exuding a terrifying holy power.

This person is not an ordinary saint, but a mid-sage existence!

"Sacred Ancestor Fatalis has recovered!"

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

"I brighten the holy land, the holy way is eternal! How can I be the coward who fled the battle?"

"Father Sacred Ancestor recovers, I wonder how long he can last in this state?"

"The Golden World has been open for several years. In this kind of world, it must be enough to make up for the consumption of the recovery of the ancestor of the sky. Don't worry at all!"

"The light will eventually illuminate all darkness, and the heresy will eventually be wiped out!"

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The survivors of the Holy Land of Light were extremely excited to see Saint Fatian recovered to his peak state. Many elders or disciples who were planning to escape from the Holy Land of Light to preserve their strength stopped temporarily at this time, looking expectantly at the field. The heaven-slashing sage.

Sage Fatian swept his eyes sharply at Ye Chen's puppet incarnation, and a vast coercion of the holy way overwhelmingly overwhelmed him, and said proudly: "Since you insist on forcing me to recover, I don't care how old you are, I will do it today." Save your life!"

Ye Chen's puppet incarnation stood quietly in the void, his eyes were calm without any waves, he shook his head and whispered: "Time is running out..."

"three!"

Fakong's voice suddenly sounded, and it was particularly eye-catching at this time.

All eyes focused on Fakong, each and every one of them was full of astonishment.

The Fatian Saint of the Holy Land of Light has recovered, and this little fat monk is still counting. Is this guy's brain flooded? Or, do they really have the means to fight the saint?

Fakong doesn't care about that much. Master never fights uncertain battles. Since Master is sure to destroy the entire Holy Land of Light, Fakong doesn't worry at all.

Master said ten breaths, then ten breaths!

Even if the sky falls, Master will still hold it up!

For Ye Chen,

Fakong has a kind of blind faith.

Not only other people, but even Saint Fatian was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on Fakong in surprise, and he saw Fakong speak again: "Two!"

Fakong's move made Fatian Shengren deeply feel a kind of provocation, and his anger came up in a flash.

"Noisy!"

The Heaven-Fighting Saint roared, with black hair flying all over his head, he raised his hand and slapped Fakong, a giant hand that covered the sky emerged out of thin air, covered with various textures of the holy way, exuding terrifying holy power, instantly To the top of Fakong's head.

"one!"

Fakong looked at the heaven-shrouding holy hand that descended, and spit 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 deadly gray aura rushed out of the ancient hall. It is even more terrifying than the holy power on the Saint Fatian.

This dead gray lightsaber seemed to ignore the distance, and appeared on top of Fakong's head in an instant, and slashed on the sky-covering holy hand shot by the heaven-slashing saint.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a huge roar, the holy hand that covered the sky shattered into the void, and the rules of the holy way lingering on it did not play any role, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Fakong looked at the sky-shrouding holy hand that collapsed in the sky, and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. The holy power contained in the sky-shrouding holy hand just now gave him a feeling that he was on the verge of death. If he hadn't believed in Master, he would have already Escaped for a while.

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

Fatian Shengren showed horror in his eyes, and said in disbelief: "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 completely exceeded his imagination, not only him, but all the survivors in the Holy Land of Light were dumbfounded, 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 holy weapon of the Holy King of Light, which oppressed the entire imperial realm 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 along with the remains of the Holy King of Light.

If the Holy Land of Light is invaded by foreign enemies that are difficult to resist, relying on the power of the blood sacrifice can even revive the Holy Sword of Light to kill the foreign enemies, which has always been one of the biggest cards of the Holy Land of Light.

But now, the Holy Tomb of Light opened automatically, and the holy sword of light suddenly appeared, and it also blocked the attack of the holy man who felled the sky!

Everything was unexpected by everyone in the Holy Land of Light.

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 crawled out of the ground.

And the place with the most movement is the cemetery of the ancestors in the Holy Land of Light!

"brush!"

In the next quarter of an hour, a dry corpse wearing a white feather coat appeared out of thin air next to the Holy Sword of Light. The whole body exuded holy radiance. Even though he had already died, the holy dao charm on his body was still vast and endless, overwhelming the surrounding void. They were all trembling and roaring violently, and the Holy Sword of Light hovered quietly around the withered corpse.

However, around this withered corpse, there was a layer of extremely thick gray-white dead air, revealing a strange and evil feeling.

"Sacred Patriarch of Light?!"

Many people in the Holy Land of Light exclaimed, their eyes full of disbelief as they looked at the corpse.

Immediately afterwards, horrible auras came from the location of the cemetery in the Holy Land of Light. Each of them was filled with thick gray-white dead air. Some still had complete corpses, some had only crystal clear bones, and some had half of their bodies rotten. , rushed towards the vicinity in a dark mass.

These armies of corpses are at least from the existence of the powerful realm, and there are even dozens of Taoist masters and four skeletons of the Dao-slashing realm. The holy land turned into a dead zone.

These are all the ancestors of the Holy Land of Light. They were buried in the cemetery of the ancestors, and at this time they all recovered!

Seeing this scene, all the survivors in the Holy Land of Light felt their scalps tingling. No one knew what happened in the cemetery. Why did so many corpses of their ancestors appear at the same time?

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

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

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Just now the Holy Sword of Light shattered the attack of the Heavenly Sage. Now that the Holy King of Light has reappeared, with such a strange aura, I am afraid that he is inseparable from today's enemy. How can he help them again?

The mood of the sage fell to the bottom of the valley, he stretched out his hand and recalled the evil punishment gun, held it tightly in his hand, shifted his gaze from the holy king of light to the puppet incarnation of Ye Chen, and said in a deep voice: "This is all yours!" made?"

Even if Saint Fatian is a real saint who has oppressed the entire imperial world for thousands of years, he still feels a long-lost sense of powerlessness at this moment.

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

Things that should have been the foundation of the Holy Land of Light have all become the opponent's means at this time, and the situation is instantly reversed!

"Ten breaths have passed, the time is up."

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

As Ye Chen's words fell, the Holy King of Light reached out and grabbed the holy sword of light hovering around him, and his figure disappeared into the void abruptly.

Seeing the disappearance of the Holy King of Light, the Fatian Saint jumped wildly on his forehead, and without thinking, he swung the evil-punishing gun in his hand and swept it to the side of his body.

"boom!"

The Holy Sword of Light cut out from the void, and collided with the Evil Punishment Gun just in time, making an earth-shattering roar, the rules of the holy way splashed, and large black cracks hundreds of miles long were split in the void, killing hundreds of disciples. Engulfed in it, it was instantly crushed into fly ash.

Immediately afterwards, the body of the Fatian Saint fell to the ground uncontrollably, smashing the ground into a bottomless abyss on the spot, the surrounding mountains collapsed, the ground cracked, and tears were torn between the mountains of the Holy Land of Light. A bottomless rift opened, spreading to the end of the sight.

At the same time, the other revived saints also shot at the same time, and all kinds of divine channeling techniques lingering in the dead gray atmosphere filled the sky, harvesting the lives of the disciples of the Holy Land of Light in large swaths.

"The corpse of the Holy Ancestor of Light is under the control of the enemy, even the Sage of Fatian is no match! Run away!"

"Is the Saint Fatian dead?"

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

"If you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about running out of firewood! The most important thing is that people live, and each finds a way to escape!"

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At this moment, all the survivors in the Holy Land of Light panicked, and they fled towards the wilderness by controlling the rainbow lights of various colors.

"brush!"

The figure of the Heaven-Fighting Saint reappeared in the void, his hair became withered and messy, his face was covered with deep wrinkles, his golden battle armor was shattered, and there were many sword marks around his body that were deep enough to see the bones. The deadly gray sword intent lingered, and the whole person exuded a deep twilight energy.

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

There was a trace of deep fear in the eyes of the Fatian Saint, and he turned his head to look at the puppet incarnation of Ye Chen, and said quickly: "Fellow Taoist, please stop! I admit this time in the Holy Land of Light, and all the treasures in the treasure house of the Holy Land of Light Let fellow daoists take it away! Please also ask fellow daoists to leave a glimmer of life for me in the Holy Land of Light!"

"I gave you the way of life. It's a pity that you have to choose your way of thinking. It's too late to beg for mercy now."

Ye Chen's puppet incarnation spoke indifferently, unmoved at all.

He had given the Bright Holy Land a chance, but it was a pity that the Bright Holy Land didn't cherish it. It was too late to beg for mercy at this time.

Hearing the words, the Fatian Saint knew that this matter was irreversible, and the vast vitality in his body was ignited crazily. His aura climbed to the peak again, and he roared to the sky: "All disciples who practice the Holy Art of Light in the Holy Land of Light listen to the order and run the light with all their strength. To carry out the blood sacrifice, you must regain control of the body of the Holy Ancestor of Light! Disciples who are over a hundred years old, use all your strength to stop the enemy! Other disciples, run for your life with all your strength! Only one can escape!"

Following the roar of the Heaven-Fighting Saint, many fleeing elder monks stopped, burning their life essence, and attacking the corpses of the revived elders nearby.

Every pore of nearly a hundred elders or disciples began to bloom with light, reflecting for nine days, and their life breaths burned one after another, turning into a force in the dark and entering the body of the Holy King of Light, fighting for the Holy King of Light with all their strength. Control of the king's body.

"Boom!"

There were low-pitched roars from all over the ground in the Holy Land of Light, and holy-level killing formations broke through the air, attacking the corpses of other ancestors, smashing large pieces of corpses of the ancestors into the sky and the earth.

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

The entire Holy Land of Light is in chaos. There are ruins everywhere, blood and broken arms and limbs everywhere. It has completely turned into a vast battlefield, and people are dying all the time.

"Overreach!"

Ye Chen's puppet incarnation shook his head lightly, with a bone-like fairy air, the clouds were light and the wind was light, but it was full of endless chilling aura.

As Ye Chen's words fell, the Holy King of Light trembled slightly, and the deadly gray aura surged wildly, forcibly driving away the blood sacrifice power of nearly a hundred disciple 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 Heaven-Fighting Saint shot at the void in front of him with all his strength, and the Evil Punishment Gun burst out with immeasurable holy light, piercing through the void in front of him with a bang, and collided with the holy sword of light flashing in the void, making an earth-shattering roar, the void collapsed, and the earth Cracked, dust swept nine days.

After this blow, Saint Fatian aged at a speed visible to the naked eye, was knocked down to the peak again, and his aura rapidly decayed.

"The Holy Land of Light was destroyed, and it was my fault..."

Looking at the corpse of the holy king of light in front of him, the sage who felled the sky sighed, and his body began to transform uncontrollably.

After being slashed twice by the Holy King of Light in a row, even if he burned the source of life, he could not resist the overbearing sword intent of the Holy King of Light. He exhausted all the vitality and longevity in his body, and could no longer suppress it.

His palm disappeared into the space first, followed by his arms, torso, legs and head.

In the blink of an eye, the Sage Fatian completely disappeared into the world without leaving a trace.

A generation of saints fell away.

The strength of the holy king of light is too strong, he has all the combat power of his life, and he also has the holy sword of light at the level of a holy king soldier. Too underestimated Ye Chen, the puppet incarnation.

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