1053 Guardian _1
"Stay alert, this place isn't safe!"
Qian Long, who had been following behind Tang Zhen all this while, had already slowly unsheathed a battle blade and was one step ahead of him as he walked towards the ruins.
Unlike the other Holy Dragon City Lords, thousand Dragons preferred to carry their weapons with them, so that they could engage in battle at the first moment, rather than storing them in their storage equipment.
As Tang Zhen's left and right arms and the final barrier protecting him, Qian Long would ultimately not allow any danger to approach Tang Zhen.
In fact, since the establishment of the Holy Dragon City, there had been more than one assassination attempt on Tang Zhen. However, almost every time, Qian Long and his subordinates would secretly deal with it. Sometimes, they would not even tell Tang Zhen.
In Qian Long's opinion, as the Lord of the tower, Tang Zhen shouldn't be bothered by such matters.
As thousand Dragons took the initiative to explore the way, dozens of Holy Dragon city's Lords followed closely behind, also carrying their weapons.
As for the other feudal lords and contract cultivators, they were all in a defensive stance and quickly dispersed around the Hall of Gods.
Tang Zhen strode forward and followed the group. They also slowly walked toward the large hall.
A slight sound rang out and entered the ears of the people who were waiting in a strict formation, causing their eyes to narrow.
"Huala"
The moss on the ground rose up, and a pale hand covered in mud stretched out of the ground. The spread-out palm clenched tightly.
"Crack!"
A chain of lightning appeared out of thin air and spread around the group, wrapping around the Holy Dragon city's Lords.
Relying on their powerful cultivation, these Holy Dragon city's overlords quickly escaped the Lightning's corrosion, but they also suffered injuries that were neither light nor heavy.
The Holy Dragon City cultivators had never seen this kind of lightning spell before. Its destructive power was obviously much stronger than the spells cast by the indigenous Wizards.
At the same time, the surrounding Holy Dragon city's overlords quickly launched their attacks on the ground, blasting a large pit where the arm was.
A broken corpse was lifted out of the pit.
But then, more arms reached out from the ground, and with a muffled sound, stone coffin Covers rose into the sky. At the same time, powerful figures flew out from the ground.
These figures that had suddenly appeared were all wrapped in tattered black robes. In the process of flying, the chain armor they wore under the robes was exposed.
Their skin was pale and dry, and their eyes shone with a faint white light. They held two-handed battle axes and heavy swords in their hands, pointing them at the Holy Dragon City cultivators from a distance.
In the blink of an eye, close to a hundred similar figures appeared in the air, exuding an aura of decay, cold and oppressive.
The leader was a tall man in a gorgeous black robe. However, his face had already shriveled to the point that he looked like a skeleton. He held a staff in his hand as he coldly looked down at Tang Zhen and the others.
It had a long, sharp horn on its head, and it was obviously a race other than humans.
"Blasphemer, leave this place or die!"
A hoarse voice that sounded like rusty iron rubbing against each other slowly came out of its mouth, and there was a trace of unquestionable authority in its tone.
Tang Zhen and the tall man faced each other from a distance. After sizing up the other party's sacrificial attire, he used a cold voice to say,"Who are you? are you the Guardians of this place?"
The tall man's gaze landed on Tang Zhen after hearing this. He was silent for a few seconds before he answered Tang Zhen's question.
"We are the devout believers of God, the Guardians of the Hall of Gods. We swear to protect the peace here and not let mortals disturb the residence of God!"
When he said this, the corpse-like Guardian leader used an ice-cold gaze to look at Tang Zhen.
that's why no one is allowed to enter this place except for the most devout believers, especially blasphemers!
A red light flashed in the eyes of The Guardian leader, and then disappeared.
Tang Zhen coldly looked at those guardians who had existed for an unknown number of years when he heard this. In reality, their bodies had long died, but they continued to exist by relying on the support of their souls. A trace of disdain flashed across his eyes.
Although the other party's belief was worthy of respect, they were now stopping everyone from entering the Hall of Gods, so they were naturally his enemies.
Since they were enemies, the next step would be much simpler.
A trace of a Savage smile surfaced on the corner of Tang Zhen's mouth. He raised his hand and pointed at the leader of the Guardians. He used an ice-cold tone and said,"Since you've been dead for so many years, it's better for you to stay underground. It's just a ruin, what's there to protect?
You might not know this, but one of the gods you believe in was almost killed by me just now!"
When the protector heard this, he immediately roared in anger, " "Blasphemer, go to hell!"
"You're the one who should die!"
Just as he finished speaking, the fierce battle between the two sides suddenly unfolded!
Figures flickered around the Hall of Gods, and energy light and the sound of swords clashing could be heard from the sky and the ground. The two sides were locked in a fierce battle!
These guardians of the hall who had been sleeping underground for countless years all had the strength of a Lord, and the number of mages and Warriors was half each.
In the words of the native cultivators, they were a group of true 'Saints'!
Compared to the cultivators of the present day, these guardians from the ancient times were more ferocious, and they attacked and defended with no regard for their lives.
In fact, they really didn't need to worry about being hurt by swords and sabers, because their bodies were already dead, and they couldn't feel any pain at all.
As a result, the two sides were immediately locked in a battle. Seeing that they could not do anything to these guardians in a one-on-one battle, the Holy Dragon City Lords who were watching from behind could not hold back their desire to fight and quickly joined the battle.
As a result, those protectors immediately fell into a disadvantageous position and were cut into pieces by the Lord of Holy Dragon City!
"Let's end the battle quickly and not waste any time!"
Thousand Dragons, who had been replaced by fatty han, immediately began to command the battle, surrounding and clearing out the Guardians.
As the Guardian's corpses fell from the sky, the sky was already filled with the figures of the Holy Dragon city's Overlord. Only the fatty and the Guardian's priest leader were still fighting in full swing.
The strength of both sides was similar, and the way they fought was extremely realistic, violent and brutal.
A series of muffled sounds rang out from where they were fighting. The violent aura that they exuded shocked everyone around them.
However, Tang Zhen and the others did not intervene. This was because he could already tell that fatty seemed to be at a critical stage where he was about to break through.
Fatty's cultivation strength had begun to advance by leaps and bounds ever since he had joined the Holy Dragon City. Now, he was stuck at the door of promotion.
If he wanted to cross this threshold, no one else could provide him with any help. He had to complete it himself.
At this time, fatty had already found the opportunity to advance. Once he crossed this threshold, he would be promoted to a true king class cultivator!
This was an extremely important matter to fatty himself, and to the Holy Dragon City!
Under everyone's gazes, the battle in the air had become more and more intense, and the slightest carelessness would result in heavy injuries.
At this moment, a carefree laugh came from the sky. It was Fatty's voice.
A violent and terrifying aura spread out with him as the center. The Guardian priest was grabbed by the neck and directly pulled into two!
