Chapter 13827 The Holy Lord Escapes
Chapter 13827 The Holy Lord Escapes
At this time, the one-eyed old monster's body was covered with wounds of varying depths. Dark red blood gushed out, dripping down his clothes, forming shocking blood flowers on the dusty ground.
The Flame Saint's face was also as pale as paper, without any blood, as if all the life had been drained away.
The flaming sword in his hand glowed dimly, like a candle that was about to go out, and the hand holding the sword was still shaking uncontrollably, as if the sword weighed a thousand pounds.
The two men looked at each other, and both saw deep fear in each other's eyes. That fear was like substance, almost swallowing them up.
Almost at the same time, they turned around, looking as miserable as dogs that had lost their homes, and fled towards the temple fortress. In their panic, they broke half of the stone pillars. The stone pillars fell to the ground with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust, as if playing a tragic song for their tragic defeat.
As the two men stumbled into the fortress, the heavy stone door fell down with a deafening noise. The sound was like the collapse of heaven and earth, and it kept echoing in the fortress.
Then, faint blue lights appeared around the fortress, gradually becoming stronger, as if countless blue stars were twinkling.
Countless ancient runes emerged from the ground and walls. These runes had strange shapes, exuded a mysterious aura, and intertwined into a huge light net in the air.
When the formation was activated, the entire fortress began to tremble slightly, as if a dormant giant beast was awakening.
There was a heart-pounding sense of oppression in the air, as if an invisible and extremely powerful hand completely isolated the fortress from the outside world.
A mysterious force flowed on the surface of those light nets. Any spiritual energy that tried to approach would be instantly bounced away once it touched the light nets, forming an indestructible barrier around the fortress that looked like a divine barrier.
"Trouble!" Ling Xiao looked at the formation that was flickering with dim light, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, as if a huge rock was thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.
He clenched his fists, and his knuckles made a crackling sound due to the force. The sound was particularly clear in the silent air, revealing a sense of determination.
The Shadow Demon let out an angry roar, and demonic energy surged around him like a black tide of anger.
The demonic energy transformed into countless black tentacles and swept towards the formation. Wherever the tentacles went, the air was distorted.
However, as soon as the tentacles touched the formation, a "sizzling" burning sound was heard, as if they were licked by a raging fire, and they instantly dissipated into the air, leaving only wisps of black smoke.
Ling Xiao swung out several red sword beams in succession, and the sword beams cut through the sky like meteors, carrying the power to destroy the world. However, the moment they touched the formation, they were bounced back by a transparent barrier, and the sword beams smashed into the ground, creating deep pits.
As the dust flew, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, his eyes filled with unwillingness, which burned in his heart like a raging fire.
After a moment, Ling Xiao suddenly sneered, and there was a hint of cruelty and determination in that smile, like a gambler who was risking everything.
He reached into his arms and pulled out a pitch-black demon array disk.
The surface of the array plate was engraved with hideous magic patterns. Those patterns seemed alive, glowing a strange red light under the moonlight, as if countless evil eyes were peeping at it.
Ling Xiao quickly formed seals with his hands. His movements were as smooth as flowing water but with extreme concentration. He muttered something in a low and mysterious voice, as if he was summoning an ancient demon god.
As he moved, the formation plate floated in the air, emitting black rays of light. Wherever the light reached, dense holy patterns began to emerge on the ground. These holy patterns intertwined with each other, gradually forming a huge circular formation.
“Since you don’t want to come out, then don’t come out. Just stay in the fortress of the temple and wait for death.” His voice was cold and low, echoing in the night, carrying with it a chilling murderous intent, like a strong wind in winter that can freeze the soul.
It took him a full month to complete the formation.
During this month, he kept mobilizing his spiritual power day and night, and the consumption of spiritual power made him exhausted.
Sweat soaked the clothes countless times. The clothes were dry and wet, wet and dry, leaving patches of sweat stains.
His face became paler and paler, like a patient who had been ill for a long time, but his eyes were always firm and never wavered.
Meanwhile, in Zhaixing Tower City, the battle was coming to an end.
The royal warriors led by Liu Wu were like tigers descending from the mountains, with great momentum.
The weapons in their hands flashed with cold light, and every swing carried deadly power, forcing the remaining people in the temple into a desperate situation.
On the battlefield, screams and the sounds of weapons clashing rose and fell, interweaving into a tragic melody.
The blood dyed the streets red, the red was shocking, like a winding river of blood.
The piles of corpses bore witness to the cruelty and bloodiness of this brutal battle.
Except for the white-robed chief priest and the Holy Lord, none of the other people in the holy hall survived. They were all killed and became victims of this war.
"Liu Wu, you are looking for death!" The Holy Lord of the Holy Temple stood in the distant clouds, shaking with anger, like a fallen leaf in the wind.
His beard trembled up and down with his heavy breathing, and his eyes were almost spewing fire, and that anger seemed to be able to burn everything in the world.
He personally showed up, but not only did he fail to kill Ling Xiao, but he suffered heavy losses and lost many of his powerful men. How could he not be angry when he was always so high and mighty?
Liu Wu sneered, the golden dragon armor he was wearing gleaming brightly in the sun, the dazzling light showing the majesty of the royal family.
The dragon-slaying sword in his hand was still dripping with blood, which fell drop by drop, forming blood flowers in the clouds.
“Whether I’m seeking death or not, I’ve already done it. I have no intention of regretting it!” His voice was sonorous and powerful, full of fearlessness and domineering, like the ringing of a huge bell, echoing between heaven and earth.
"You!" The Holy Lord of the Holy Temple was furious. He clenched his hands into fists and dug his nails deeply into his palms. Blood instantly seeped out of his palms, but he was unaware of it. The anger in his heart made him lose the perception of pain, but he was helpless.
At this moment, he was tightly entangled by the Green Spirit. The vines of the Green Spirit were like countless tough ropes, binding him tightly. He could not get away at all, let alone cross the Green Spirit to deal with the royal family of the Dazhen Dynasty.
"White robe, let's go!" The Holy Lord of the Holy Temple looked at the tragic battlefield below, a trace of unwillingness and loneliness flashed in his eyes. That trace of emotion was fleeting, but it was full of endless frustration.
He sighed deeply, and that sigh seemed to carry the vicissitudes of a thousand years. He called out to the white-robed high priest, and the two figures turned into two streams of light, breaking through the air and leaving behind only a devastated battlefield and the holy fortress shrouded by formations.
The Saint Lord of Dazhen looked at the battlefield with sorrow, which had turned into a Shura field. The battlefield was filled with broken walls, smoke and tragic scenes everywhere.
