Chapter 13358 White Saint
Chapter 13358 White Saint
There was an unquestionable firmness in the voice of the temple priest, as if he was using words to build an invisible barrier to try to block the impending panic.
However, as soon as he said this, the air seemed to be frozen by an invisible force, and everyone's eyes were focused on the same place. Then, they saw a stunned scene.
The originally indestructible and radiant holy pattern formation was torn apart easily like a fragile paper lantern under the sharp edge of the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword.
Wherever the sword tip passed, the light of the holy pattern quickly dimmed, as if swallowed by the darkness. The structure of the entire formation collapsed, fragments scattered, and the light dissipated.
"That is the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword, the sword that the Demon Sect's leader wore back then. Damn it! That is the treasure he had on him." An elderly third-highest priest, with a weathered face and complex emotions flashing in his eyes, exclaimed in a low voice.
There was shock and barely concealed resentment in his voice.
For the Holy Temple, this sword is not only a legendary treasure, but also an eternal pain in their hearts.
The third chief priest's face was not looking good at the moment. His brows were furrowed, and countless memories seemed to be surging in his eyes. This sword brought them too many tragic memories.
Those memories were like sharp fragments, deeply embedded in their hearts, and every time they were mentioned, it would cause a sharp pain.
Even though they had successfully destroyed the Demon Sect and sealed its leader with their powerful strength and the help of outsiders, the brutality of that battle still left them with lingering fears.
Looking back on that year, the leader of the Demon Sect single-handedly fought against the entire Holy Temple and the coalition of outsiders. It was a real bloody battle.
Even before he was sealed, the Demon Sect's leader displayed amazing strength, killing countless of their masters and causing the Holy Hall to pay a heavy price.
The third high priest was only a child at the time, but he witnessed the tragic battlefield. Those shocking scenes were like a brand, deeply engraved in his memory, and became a shadow that he would never forget in his life.
At this moment, when the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword appeared before his eyes again, those memories came flooding back like a tide, and he couldn't help but feel a deep fear and powerlessness.
Unfortunately, it was too late for him to realize it now. The air was filled with an irreversible despair, as if time had frozen at this moment, leaving regret and helplessness deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.
With a deafening roar, as if the sky was torn apart, Long Yingtian finally broke free from the holy pattern formation that had bound him for a long time.
His figure was like a giant beast that had escaped from the abyss, with an indescribable terrifying force that instantly filled the entire space. His eyes were like burning flames, flashing with the light of revenge, as if he wanted to turn anyone who stood in his way into ashes.
The terrifying Mo Dao seemed to have life in his hand, and with one blow, he split the body of a temple priest. The priest didn't even have time to react before he was completely swallowed by this irresistible force, and his body fell powerlessly like a broken rag doll, blood splattered everywhere, staining the surrounding land red.
"Run!" The remaining four priests of the temple witnessed this scene, their hearts filled with fear and despair. They knew how terrifying Long Yingtian was without the formation, and they could never be his opponent.
If they escape now, they can still save their lives. If they don’t escape, they will die. Their eyes were filled with fear and helplessness. They turned around and ran away, as if there were countless demons chasing them.
"Don't panic, he's alone. There are five of us, so what are we afraid of!" Qian Feng shouted anxiously. There was a tremor in her voice, and she was obviously shocked by Long Yingtian's terrifying strength.
However, her shouts fell on deaf ears. The remaining four priests were so frightened that they could not hear her at all. They were filled with fear and the thought of running away, as if the whole world had collapsed.
Long Yingtian was like a ferocious cheetah, chasing after the fleeing priests. His sword drew deadly tracks in the air, chopping them all off one by one.
The bodies of the priests were like fragile scarecrows, unable to withstand the horrific attack, and they fell one after another, their blood dyed the ground red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The whole scene was like a brutal massacre, which made people terrified.
"Good kill!" Hun Huan's voice echoed in the empty field, with an irrepressible excitement and excitement.
He had previously wanted to kill Long Yingtian, but at this moment, facing those fleeing temple priests, he felt an unprecedented pleasure in his heart.
Because he clearly realized that at this moment, Long Yingtian was on the same boat with him and had become their common enemy - those high-handed and arrogant people in the Holy Temple.
Hun Huan's eyes flashed with excitement, as if he had seen the scene of the priests of the temple falling one after another. A sneer appeared on his lips, which was a kind of contempt and challenge for the authority of the temple, and also a pride and expectation for himself and Long Yingtian to join forces to fight the enemy.
"Haha, you are indeed Long Yingtian, quite interesting. I understand why you dare to challenge the authority of the Holy Hall." A deep and majestic voice suddenly sounded, like a cold wind from the underworld, making people shudder. This is the Holy Lord of the Holy Hall of the Demon Suppression Mansion, an existence with unfathomable strength.
The difference in strength between the Demon Suppression Palace and the Soul Suppression Palace is a well-known fact. Although the Demon Suppression Palace also has great power and a long history, it is not as powerful as the Soul Suppression Palace.
Especially the Holy Lord of the Demon Suppression Palace, whose strength is not even as good as one of the three chief priests of the Soul Suppression Palace. However, at this moment, he stood here with an unquestionable attitude, ready to fight against Long Yingtian.
The Holy Lord of the Demon Suppression Hall spoke in a steady and powerful voice, and every word seemed to contain endless power and wisdom. His eyes were deep and calm, as if he had seen through the prosperity and disputes of the world and was only focused on the opponent in front of him.
"Saint Lord Bai, thank you for your trouble!" There was a trace of sincerity and respect in the words of the third chief priest. He bent his hands slightly and bowed to Saint Lord Bai, the Saint Lord of the Holy Temple of the Demon Suppression Palace. That action was both a respect for the strong and an expectation for the upcoming battle.
Lord Bai nodded slightly, his eyes deep, as if he could see through all the vanity in the world.
"As it should be, it's safer to kill a disobedient dog, so it won't bite people in the future." His voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, with unquestionable determination. After he finished speaking, he flashed and turned into a stream of light, fighting with Long Yingtian.












