Chapter 13355 Qian Feng Defection

In just a moment, Hun Wuxu's entire body was bathed in holy light. His eyes became clear and bright, as if they had been cleansed. His body also exuded a holy aura, as if he had been reborn and became a brand new being.

Not long after, a dazzling white sun mark appeared between Hun Wuxu's eyebrows. The mark was as dazzling as the rising sun, exuding a holy and powerful aura.

This was the symbol of the temple, symbolizing that Hun Wuxu had officially become a member of the temple. There was a brand new light flashing in his eyes, a desire for power and a vision for the future.

At this moment, the Third Priest's gaze was like a cold sword, piercing towards the Heavenly Soul Saintess and Ling Xiao. A hideous smile appeared on his lips, which was full of cruelty and pride: "You rebels, especially Ling Xiao, a demon cultivator, must die. Go, kill them."

His words were like cold orders, and no room for doubt. He waved his hand casually, and two holy sword knights holding holy swords flew out from behind him like ghosts.

The two knights were dressed in silver armor, shining brightly in the sun, and wearing red cloaks that fluttered in the wind, they were not only majestic but also powerful. Their eyes revealed a desire for battle and loyalty to the temple.

Seeing this scene, Hun Huan's face turned pale as paper in an instant. His eyes were filled with fear and determination, as if he had already made preparations for the worst.

He rushed towards the Holy Maiden of Heavenly Soul, trying to use his body to shield her from the impending danger.

His heart was filled with worry and reluctance for the Heavenly Soul Saint. He knew that there were too few people like this who were not only talented but also cared about the Soul Clan. He secretly swore that even if he died here, he would protect this woman who was so important to the Soul Clan.

"Stop him!" The third chief priest's voice was as cold as the wind, without any emotion. As he finished speaking, Hun Wu Jue flashed and stopped Hun Huan with a group of black-clad guards.

The eyes of those guards revealed coldness and determination, as if they were already prepared for a battle with Hun Huan.

"Clan leader, you made a mistake and you must be punished." Hun Wu Jue's voice sounded faintly, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone. He looked at the Holy Maiden of Heavenly Soul, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "The Holy Maiden of Heavenly Soul is stubborn and will die, so why are you doing this?"

Hun Huan stared at Hun Wu Jue intently, his eyes filled with anger and unwillingness. He clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging, as if he wanted to concentrate all his strength on this palm.

"You traitor!" Hun Huan roared, and suddenly, his palm blasted out like thunder, with overwhelming momentum, and went straight to Hun Wu Jue.

Hun Wu Jue felt the terrifying power contained in Hun Huan's palm, and his expression changed slightly. However, he did not retreat, but gritted his teeth and went all out to meet it.

However, Hun Huan's strength was far superior to his. The power of this palm made Hun Wu Jue feel the threat of death instantly. He took a few steps back involuntarily, and his face turned as pale as paper.

However, at this critical moment, five priests in white robes suddenly appeared on the scene. Their figures were as erratic as ghosts, and each of them held a holy stone that shone with mysterious light.

They quickly inserted the holy pattern stones into the grooves in the ground. In an instant, a holy pattern formation shining with holy light was set up.

The Holy Mark Formation contained a powerful force that seemed to be able to withstand all attacks in the world. Under the protection of the Holy Mark Formation, Hun Wu Jue blocked Hun Huan's attack. The moment the attack touched the Holy Mark Formation, it was weakened by more than half, and finally could only helplessly dissipate in the air.

"Hahaha!" Hun Wu Jue's laughter echoed in the empty hall, with a sense of pride and arrogance. He looked at Hun Huan, his eyes full of ridicule and disdain: "Hun Huan, see, this is the power of the Holy Hall. You don't follow the Holy Hall, but insist on being the enemy of the Holy Hall. You deserve to die!"

His laughter was like a sharp blade, cutting everyone's nerves. His eyes flashed with worship and pride for the power of the temple, as if at this moment, he had become the most loyal believer of the temple.

The third chief priest's cold command followed closely, like a cold death sentence: "Stop talking, take action, and wipe out all the souls who refuse to submit to the Holy Hall. Those who followed Long Yingtian to rebel against the Holy Hall will be executed together."

There was no emotion in his voice, as if he was just carrying out a routine official duty.

Following the orders from the three chief priests, the Holy Sword Knights and the White Robe Priests quickly took action. Like activated war machines, they rushed towards the warriors on Long Yingtian and Hun Huan's side with an unstoppable momentum.

The soul clan who surrendered to the Holy Hall and the warriors of the Demon Suppression Palace followed closely behind, their eyes filled with desire for battle and anticipation for victory.

"Damn it!" Long Yingtian's angry roar sounded like thunder, his voice full of unwillingness and anger. He swung the sword in his hand violently, and the power surged, as if to cut off all obstacles.

Without the suppression of Hun Huan, he actually burst out with amazing strength at that moment. His figure was like a tiger descending from a mountain, with an indomitable momentum, rushing towards the seemingly indestructible Holy Mark Formation. His Mo Dao drew a brilliant trajectory in the air, and finally slashed fiercely on the Holy Mark Formation.

With a crisp sound of "click", the originally indestructible holy pattern formation was actually broken by him. The crack was like a ray of dawn in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope to Long Yingtian and his companions.

"Stop him!" The third chief priest frowned, and his deep eyes revealed his fear of Long Yingtian's strength. He knew that Long Yingtian was not an ordinary person, and if he was allowed to escape, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Leave it to me." A graceful and cold voice suddenly sounded above Long Yingtian's head, like the sound of nature, but with unquestionable majesty. Then, a slender but powerful palm fell from the sky, with a whistling sound, and fiercely slammed towards Long Yingtian.

Long Yingtian's expression changed instantly. He looked up at the beautiful figure that fell from the sky, and a hint of disbelief flashed across his eyes: "Empress Palace...Empress Qianfeng! So you have been waiting for this opportunity!"

His voice was filled with shock and anger, as if at this moment he truly realized how critical his situation was.

Qian Feng smiled coldly, her smile full of disdain and ridicule for Long Yingtian. Her figure was as erratic as a ghost, and every movement seemed to be jumping in space. (End of this chapter)