"Then let's go our separate ways. I didn't expect that after years of hard work, the imperial soldiers would actually fall into the hands of others."

The sick man smiled bitterly, feeling that things in the world are impermanent and life is uncertain.

"You guys should leave, I still have things to do."

The hoarse voice of the ghost-like old man reached their ears.

Among the four of them, he was the only one who was unwilling to be alone, so he accepted many disciples.

People like Yaoguang Holy Son and Jingxu's predecessor were all from his lineage, and Hua Yunfei was the nourishment he specially prepared for the growth of Yaoguang Holy Son.

"You are almost in danger of losing your own protection. Are you still thinking about your Holy Son of Light?"

The sick man sneered, and as the separation was about to begin, he was no longer willing to maintain the superficial harmony.

After hearing what he said, the old man did not refute and turned around to leave the place and went to a small courtyard.

In the same place, the charming woman said nothing, fearing that the sick man would kill her and take away her origin.

Suddenly, there was a roaring sound in the sky, and an imperial dragon flew out, lifelike, with the radiance of the Holy Path flashing on its scales, sword energy swaying, and boundless sword rain falling, covering the entire Holy Land of Shaking Light.

"Come so fast?"

The sick man was shocked in his heart. Knowing that he was unable to defeat the enemy, he immediately broke through the void and left here.

A ripple flashed in the void, and a dark hole suddenly appeared. Just when the sick man was about to jump into it, a flash of fire flashed through.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The sick man's whole body was ignited and turned into a human-shaped torch, rolling on the ground like a mortal, trying to extinguish the flames on his body.

But no matter how he rolled, the flames on his body did not dissipate. Instead, they burned even more fiercely with his flesh and blood as fuel.

"Help me, help me!"

The sickly man, who was already extremely angry, looked at the charming woman with red eyes and shouted softly, not wanting to die like this.

However, the charming woman didn't pay any attention to him, but quickly retreated a distance to prevent herself from getting burned.

"How come there are still people blocking us in the dark to prevent us from escaping? Even if we practice magic, we won't offend so many people, right?"

He tried his best to create a silver vase made of Da Luo silver essence, and protected himself, resisting the attack of the sword rain, but the charming woman did not relax.

The sickly man in the distance had been burnt to a pulp by the sudden appearance of the flames, and was almost exhausted. Now, under the attack of the sword rain, he was directly cut into a ball of flesh.

The charming woman stood there blankly as she watched the fleshy meat continue to be burned by the flames, as if it was going to be driven into endless hell and never be reincarnated.

She knew that it was impossible to escape now. Even the sick man, a semi-saint, died tragically here. How could she, a great accomplished king, still have a chance to escape?

With her spiritual consciousness revealed, the charming woman looked at the entire Shaking Light Holy Land. She saw that all the palaces in the Shaking Light Holy Land had collapsed and turned into ruins. Dead bodies were everywhere. Not a single disciple survived by his own strength. There were only a few powerful generals.

The disciples closest to him protected him, but several of them themselves also suffered serious injuries.

"Where are the formation patterns? Why didn't the saint formation pattern of my Shaking Light Holy Land appear?"

A great power of Yaoguang said with sorrow and anger. He watched with his own eyes one of his most beloved disciples was cut into powder by a sudden rain of swords and floated between heaven and earth, but he was unable to protect him.

"well!"

When the charming woman heard the call of the great power that shook the light, she couldn't help but feel frosty.

The powerful man didn't notice it, but she observed that the saint's formation actually enveloped the entire Shaking Light Holy Land when the sword rain appeared.

It's just that the sword rain was too powerful and directly penetrated the formation pattern. However, the formation pattern also weakened the power of the sword rain, otherwise those powerful men would not be able to survive at all.

"who is it?!"

A sharp shout echoed throughout the Holy Land of Shaking Light. The charming woman looked intently and saw three figures exuding a rotten aura rushing out from a hill, and she felt relieved.

The ruthless people have a strong control over the Holy Land of Yaoguang. Even though the Holy Lord of Yaoguang has always been wary of them, they still learned about Yaoguang's background.

A great king, a saint, and a saint king, these three people are the entire foundation of the Yaoguang lineage.

Originally, the three of them should have woken up one by one, and the method of awakening was also in the hands of Holy Lord Yaoguang and several powerful people from the Yaoguang lineage.

But at this time, the Holy Land of Shaking Light was completely destroyed, so it was no wonder that the three of them were born at the same time.

"So what?"

The charming woman shook her head and glanced at the sickly man in the distance who had been burned to ashes. She had completely given up any thoughts of resistance.

The enemy was at least one Saint King, this was the conclusion she drew from the imperial dragon in the sky.

Although she is the most indifferent to worldly affairs among the four, she also knows that there is a blood dragon saint in the Great Xia Dynasty. The demon old has tested this person's strength and told them that this is a saint king, so that they should not cause trouble.

Combined with the sudden changes in the divine city, she already understood that there was a high probability that their ruthless lineage's identity had been exposed, and the dragon-marked black gold cauldron was missing.

It is estimated that all the big forces in the Eastern Wasteland have come here, wanting a piece of the pie.

A treasure trove in a holy land is no more attractive than a legacy such as a mausoleum of great power?

Just when the three background figures of Fluctlight appeared, a hole was torn open in the void, and the two of them stepped out and walked in the air.

It is none other than Blood Dragon Saint and Jiang Taixu.

The two of them each held the Taihuang Sword and the Hengyu Furnace. Just now, one of them swung the Taihuang Sword and rained down terrifying swords, turning the Shaking Light Holy Land into ruins. The other sealed the void to prevent anyone from escaping.

At the same time, the Holy Lords of various Holy Lands and many Sendai monks also appeared one after another.

There was still a trace of shock on their faces, and they were heartbroken by the terrifying sword rain before.

And I also understood that I and others should only come to paddle, and it would not have much effect.

"I'm afraid the Blood Dragon Saint is not interested in us, but in the Holy Land heritage that we represent."

Some smart-minded people have even figured out why the Blood Dragon Saint invited them here.

And just when they were stunned, the Blood Dragon Saint took action boldly, without any intention of answering Yaoguang's three questions about his background.

Now that the matter has come to this, what if there are people in the Holy Land of Light who are not ruthless people?

Now that the Holy Land of Shaking Light has been reduced to ruins, and almost all of their disciples have perished, this feud can no longer be resolved, and the only way to end this battle is with the fall of one party.

Looking at the imperial dragon that the Blood Dragon Saint raised his sword and slashed out, feeling the extreme divine power contained in it, Yao Guang and the three of them roared in unison, each sacrificing their own weapon of enlightenment.

The three pieces of the cauldron, the divine bell, and the holy sword have been intertwined with Tao and reason, and the magic weapon that is closely related to their lives appears out of thin air.

The sacred light from the cauldron was swaying to block the imperial dragon.

The divine clock moves automatically without wind, and the mysterious bell rings with terrifying and murderous intent.
Chapter completed!