"What?"

Old man Zhan Yang paused for a moment, and his expression changed drastically.

But the next moment.

"Bang bang bang!"

Old Man Zhan Yang's gun shattered inch by inch.

The Emperor's Mirror swept out the shocking Emperor's light.

According to ancient rumors, a ray of holy light from the Great Holy Mirror can sweep away dead spiritual beings! But now, from the Great Imperial Mirror, a ray of imperial light can kill spiritual beings! "Ah!"

Screams echoed.

The old man Zhan Yang, who was so majestic just a moment ago, suddenly flew backwards.

Wherever the emperor's light passes, the space is torn apart.

This ray of imperial light led Old Man Zhan Yang directly towards the temple door! "Boom!"

The door collapsed.

The Great Emperor's Mirror swept away and destroyed the Holy Church!...The Holy Church is huge, but it is also extremely simple. It is just a broad and vast Tang like a small city.

There are seven or forty-nine black and red stone pillars around it, with lines all over them, like meridians.

The dome is painted with images of saints, which are majestic, majestic and majestic.

The portraits of the saints were blurry and slightly rippling, like living creatures.

The floor of the temple is painted with a large formation covering the entire ground.

Yin and Yang, five elements, nine palaces, light and darkness... all kinds of complicated formations are mixed together, but they appear to be extremely harmonious.

In the middle is a pool of blood that is constantly bubbling.

Wisps of blood smoke rise, and the blood smoke is vaguely visible, depicting a picture of all living beings.

Mortals, livestock, birds and beasts, villages, towns... these wisps of blood smoke seem to outline a human world.

It's just that evil ghosts are everywhere in this world, and mortals are ferocious, full of hatred and terror.

The blood smoke will be extinguished after it rises, and will be absorbed and refined by the saint statue on the dome and the black and red stone pillars.

This scene is both beautiful and terrifying.

Around the blood pool, eight people were sitting.

One of them is the Holy Saint of Wild Thunder.

They are the strongest fighting force of Qixuan Sect.

"There is so much commotion outside, Zhan Yang can't deal with a young boy?"

An old man spoke coldly.

He is a saint like Huang Lei, named Jianli Saint, and he was a holy archer during his lifetime.

There are arrow marks printed between his eyebrows, exuding extreme fierceness.

"The evil master of Lingzong is not so easy to deal with."

The Holy Saint of Wild Thunder spoke coldly, with inexplicable disgust in his indifferent eyes.

"Don't worry about him. Once the church is stabilized, kill him like a chicken!"

Another person spoke.

"The blood is not enough, it's time to find more mortals!"

"It doesn't matter, the most important thing in Donghuang is people."

"With this temple here, we will definitely be able to return to the top."

They sneered, their eyes filled with indifference to the common people.

They... each have a holy seal between their eyebrows! They... are all saints! They are proud, noble, and arrogant.

Even though Qixuan Sect was destroyed, they were not in chaos at all.

They... "Boom!"

The door exploded.

Old Man Zhan Yang screamed and flew in backwards, his breath was constantly weakening, and he was already dying.

The eyes of many saints condensed.

"waste!"

They scolded.

Then they looked towards the door.
Chapter completed!