Chapter 12622 Ying Wuxia's Assist
Chapter 12622 Ying Wuxia's Assist
"Bloodthirsty Sword Emperor, Mysterious Ice Goddess, thank you for your help!"
Ling Xiao didn't hesitate at all. There was no point in hesitating at this time.
A blood-red blade light stopped the second high priest.
The cold breath stopped the three high priests.
"Little guys, your grandpa is here to keep you company!"
Li Yun looked at the second and third chief priests madly, and actually slashed them with a knife, wanting to fight them one on two.
"stop!"
The second and third high priests attacked at the same time, turning Li Yunkuang's attack into nothing, but they were inexplicably shocked.
What is going on? Isn’t it that behind Ling Xiao, there are not just one or two people, but a terrorist organization?
Otherwise, how could there be so many terrifying masters?
"Alas, the clone is not working well. It can't bring out my strength. Otherwise, I would have killed these two brats with one strike."
Li Yunkuang sighed, feeling somewhat depressed.
"Sword Emperor, don't show off. These four people are not weak. You and I can each take one of them."
The Xuanbing Goddess Mu Bingyan said something, and rushed out to kill together with Li Yunkuang.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.
They now finally understood how Ling Xiao had the confidence to contend with the Holy Hall. Behind Ling Xiao, there actually existed such a terrifying existence.
They didn't even know where these people had been hiding before.
"Do you have anyone else?"
The fourth chief priest looked at Ling Xiao and asked.
"nature!"
Ling Xiao said calmly: "Senior Zhenmo, thank you for your help!"
"Boy, all my understanding of the formations is left in the Blood Formation Sect. When the time comes, you must watch carefully. If you can't learn it, I will kill you myself."
After the formation demon finished speaking, he had already made his move, and countless silk threads shot towards the four main priests.
Ling Xiao knew that after this battle, the formation demon would disappear.
The formation just now has consumed half of her energy, and this battle will basically consume half of his energy.
This made Ling Xiao feel a little sad and a little moved.
Although these people are just clones, they are really fighting for him.
Maybe they needed something from him, but the feeling was not fake.
"I will!"
Ling Xiao nodded, drew out his sword and charged into the formation.
The four most terrifying people were entangled, and now it was time to reap the harvest.
It’s really exciting just thinking about it. There are countless masters of the Holy Hall in this crowd. If he kills them all, I wonder if his realm can directly reach the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm, or even the True Person Realm.
……
At that time, the headquarters of the Northern Frontier Temple.
Jin Yan and Murong Xue frowned as they looked at the strong men from Qixia Sect in front of them.
The Qixia Sect actually sent two powerful warriors at the Martial Soul Realm. They had no chance of being their opponents.
"Why didn't you take action just now? We have already killed many people from the Northern Frontier Holy Temple."
Jin Yan asked.
"We only promised the Holy Temple to defend their headquarters and these elites. As for the others, let them die. It has nothing to do with us."
An old man said calmly: "You can go now. With the two of us here, you can't touch the foundation of the temple."
Jin Yan's face looked grim. Even though he was extremely talented and powerful, he had practiced for too short a time and was only at the Flying Sky Realm now.
In Central Continent, the Feitian Realm is almost invincible, but facing the Wuhun Realm, it is nothing.
It’s impossible to win.
He was really unwilling to do so.
I had clearly discussed with Murong Xue that we would cut off the source of the Holy Hall's support, but now we are going to give up halfway?
But who could have thought that people from Qixia Sect would get involved?
"withdraw……"
Before Jin Yan finished speaking, the old man who had been calm and composed suddenly changed his expression.
"Ying Wuxia, are you crazy?"
The old man was holding a jade token, which should be a sound transmission jade token.
Ying Wuxia's voice came from inside: "I'm not crazy. I don't want the Qixia Sect to get involved in the war between the Holy Hall and Lingxiao. If you don't come back, your good grandson's life will be wasted!"
"You traitor!"
The old man was so angry that he was shaking all over: "Have you thought about the consequences of this matter?"
"I would like to ask you, Old Ancestor, have you ever thought about what will happen to the Qixia Sect if the Holy Hall is defeated if you help the Holy Hall like this?"
Ying Wuxia asked coldly: "I don't expect you to help Ling Xiao, but I hope you can remain neutral."
"Grandpa, save me! Grandpa, save me! This woman is a lunatic! How dare she kill me!"
"That's all!"
The old man sighed and said, "Inform the Holy Hall that there is a problem within our Qixia Sect. Tell them to come back quickly. Give them half an hour. If they don't come back, we will leave."
Inside the Qixia Sect at this time.
A young man looked at Ying Wuxia and smiled, "Sister, my acting skills are pretty good, but are you sure Ling Xiao can win? If he loses, I'm afraid our Qixia Sect will also be blamed by the Holy Hall."
"Don't worry, cousin. He will definitely win."
Ying Wuxia said confidently.
"That's good!"
The young man breathed a sigh of relief.
……
In the Tyrant Empire, on the battlefield, the duel between four martial soul realm masters is four to four, and the winner has not yet been decided.
But everyone’s mentality is different.
The four high priests of the church were already panicking at this time.
Because the warriors of the Holy Temple died one by one on the battlefield, which made them extremely anxious.
They simply couldn't understand how things had come to this point.
At this moment, the high priest received a notice from the ancestor of Qixia Sect, and his face became even uglier.
"You can't do this, you..."
He wanted to speak, but he had no chance at all. Long Yun didn't give him a chance. In this moment of distraction, he was knocked to the ground by Long Yun's punch, spitting out blood and getting injured.
He dared not be distracted again.
He gritted his teeth and thought of the last solution.
"That's the only way to use it!"
If they don't use it, all the people in the temple will be killed, and they will definitely be defeated this time.
So he sacrificed the puppet.
The puppet broke through the air and burst out with an incomparably terrifying aura, as if a god had descended.
Anyway, he is more terrifying than the four high priests.
This aura made Ling Xiao frown.
He knew that the Holy Temple must have a trump card, but he didn't expect that this trump card was so powerful. It was a bit tricky.
He wanted the Evil Spirit Emperor to take action, but the Evil Spirit Emperor ignored him.
"no solution anymore."
Ling Xiao's eyes turned cold, and he planned to use the power that Su Lianxing gave him before she left.
However, he didn't have time to use it.
The pendant around his neck shattered with a bang.
A dark shadow rushed out from the pendant and intercepted the puppet.
"Black Wood God!"
Ling Xiao was very surprised.
This treasure given to him by the Black Wood God was the second time that it had helped him, but it should also be the last time.
Because it's broken.
"I knew you were a suicidal person, so I left this to you as a complete repayment for my sins against you. Don't bother me anymore in the future."
The black figure should not be the Black Wood God, but he possesses some of the Black Wood God's power, which is enough to fight against the puppet.
(End of this chapter)
