Chapter 13329 5 Grand Cathedral Priest

However, Hun Huan did not show any fear. Instead, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and curled up his lips in a sneer.

"Haha, you are indeed Long Yingtian. You are really strong. It seems that I underestimated your strength before."

His tone was full of recognition of Long Yingtian's strength, but then his eyes became fierce again, "However, fortunately I am well prepared. Today, you will definitely die! Today, the Demon Suppression Mansion will also be destroyed in my hands!"

Hun Huan's words were filled with desire for victory and hatred towards Long Yingtian. He seemed to have seen the moment when he would destroy the Demon Suppression Mansion with his own hands and become the master of this area.

However, Long Yingtian was not shaken by his words. His eyes remained firm, as if he was ready to fight to the death with Hun Huan.

When Long Yingtian was about to make another move, suddenly, the wind and clouds around him seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and began to change rapidly. Dark clouds rolled, strong winds raged, and the elements between heaven and earth seemed to have lost their former tranquility at this moment.

The holy patterns shining with various colors, as bright as stars, kept flickering in the void. Some of them were red like flames, some were blue like the deep sea, and some were green like emeralds. They intertwined into a huge and complex holy pattern formation.

This holy pattern formation exudes an ancient and sacred aura, tightly blocking all the space around Long Yingtian, as if forming an independent small world, isolated from the outside world.

At the same time, five warriors in snow-white robes appeared silently from all directions in the air. Their figures were graceful, like immortals from exile, and each of their faces looked solemn and sacred.

The five men in white robes held strange objects in their hands. In their left hands were array plates emitting faint light, with intricate runes engraved on them, which seemed to contain some powerful power. In their right hands, they held crystal clear white jade staffs, the tops of which were inlaid with various gems, flashing with mysterious light.

Seeing these five people, Cheng Shifei and others below suddenly became solemn, and their eyes revealed shock and confusion.

Cheng Shifei frowned in displeasure and whispered, "Isn't this the priest of the Holy Temple? They never get involved in disputes among various prefectures easily. Why did they get involved this time? Could it be that there are secrets behind this matter that we don't know about?"

His tone was full of confusion and worry. Obviously, this sudden change disrupted his original plan.

Hearing Cheng Shifei's words, Di Huangzhu beside him couldn't help but frown slightly, and his deep eyes flashed with complex light:
"The people from the Soul-Suppressing Temple are actually colluding with the Soul Clan? As guardians of justice and order, how can they join in such a dispute? This is simply a betrayal of their own beliefs and duties."

Although her voice was soft, it was full of unquestionable firmness. It was obvious that this news was a huge shock to her.

Cheng Shifei's expression had become quite ugly at this moment. He clenched his teeth, as if he was trying his best to suppress his inner anger and anxiety.

He whispered, "The Holy Temple has always been so overbearing. They never consider the consequences and only act according to their own will. They do whatever they want and support whoever they want. As for their decisions, no matter how much we think about them, it is useless and we are powerless to change them.

Now that the Lord of the Palace has been controlled by those treacherous people and cannot escape, we are in an unprecedented crisis and must work harder. "

His voice was low and powerful, and every word revealed his inner anxiety and determination.

His heart had long since fallen into an icy abyss, sinking to the bottom of the valley. It was a deep feeling of powerlessness and despair, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

Because he realized a possibility, a possibility that made him feel fear and anger. The Soul Clan wanted to annex the Demon Suppression Mansion. This was not only the ambition and conspiracy of the Soul Clan, but also perhaps the idea and plan of some people in the Soul Suppression Mansion.

This betrayal and conspiracy made him feel unprecedented anger and disappointment, and also made him more determined to rescue Fu Zun and protect the Demon-Suppressing Mansion.

"Cheng Shifei, do you still have the mind to care about others? Think about how to defeat us first." The person who spoke was Hun Wu Jue, and there was a hint of sarcasm and confidence in his voice.

Although the previous plan to trap Long Yingtian failed, with the help of the temple priests, he firmly believed that this time, the balance of victory had firmly tilted to their side, and the belief that they would win was deeply rooted in his heart.

At this moment, Long Yingtian's figure had been tightly wrapped by those colorful and radiant holy patterns, as if he was imprisoned in a cage woven by light and spells.

Those holy patterns emit a soft and mysterious light, like the brightest stars in the night sky, but they hide unknown secrets and powers.

The five priests in white robes were concentrating with their eyes closed, muttering something, and the formation plates and white jade staffs in their hands were flashing with strange light, as if they were communicating with some ancient and powerful force.

Long Yingtian looked around, with an unyielding light in his eyes. He knew that he was facing an unprecedented challenge, but the pride and tenacity of a strong man made him never give up easily.

The next moment, he took a deep breath, gathered all his strength, and the Mo Dao in his hand was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins. He slashed out with the force of thunder!

boom!
Accompanied by a deafening roar, the entire sky seemed to tremble. Those originally colorful and indestructible holy patterns were actually shattered directly under Long Yingtian's domineering blow, and the cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.

However, at this critical moment, those holy patterns seemed to have self-awareness, and were instantly restored to their original state by a mysterious force, as if they had never suffered any damage.

And suddenly, a strange aura emanated from within the holy pattern. This aura was both ancient and evil, and it carried an indescribable sense of oppression, making everyone present feel their hearts sink, as if something terrible was about to happen.

With the appearance of these strange and powerful auras, Long Yingtian's brows furrowed involuntarily, and his eyes revealed solemnity and vigilance.

He could clearly feel that the energy in his body was being lost at an alarming rate, as if it was being devoured by some invisible force. This unprecedented sense of crisis forced him to concentrate on dealing with the situation at hand.

This time, the Soul Clan has really invested a lot of money, and their research on him is extremely thorough. They are sure to defeat him. (End of this chapter)