Within a moment, Hun Wuxu's whole body was bathed in the holy light. His eyes became clear and bright, as if they had been washed. His body also exuded a holy aura, as if he had been reborn and became a human being.

A brand new existence.

Not long after, a dazzling white sun mark appeared between Hun Wuxu's eyebrows. The mark was as dazzling as the rising sun, exuding a holy and powerful aura.

This is the mark of the church, symbolizing that Hun Wuxu has officially become a member of the church. His eyes are shining with a new light, which is a desire for power and a longing for the future.

At this time, the eyes of the three chief priests were like cold swords, piercing the Heavenly Soul Saint and Ling Xiao. The corner of his mouth raised a sinister smile, and the smile was full of cruelty and pride: "You rebellious people, especially Ling Xiao

You, a demon cultivator, must die. Go and kill them."

His words were like cold orders, unquestionable. As he waved his hand casually, two holy sword knights holding holy swords flew out from behind like ghosts.

The two knights were dressed in silver armor, shining dazzlingly in the sun. They were wearing red cloaks that fluttered in the wind. They were not only majestic, but also powerful. Their eyes revealed a desire for battle and a desire for the temple.

loyalty.

Seeing this scene, Hun Huan's face instantly turned pale as paper. His eyes were full of fear and determination, as if he had prepared for the worst.

He hurriedly rushed towards the Heavenly Soul Saint, trying to use his body to shield her from the coming danger.

His heart was filled with worry and reluctance for the Heavenly Soul Saint. He knew that there were too few people like this who were not only talented but also cared about the Soul Clan. He secretly swore that even if he died here,

We must also protect this woman who is very important to the Soul Clan.

"Stop him!" The voice of the three chief priests was as cold as the cold wind, without any emotion. As his words fell, Hun Wujue's figure flashed, and he led a group of guards in black to stop Hun Wujue.

In front of Huan.

The eyes of those guards revealed coldness and determination, as if they were ready for a battle with Hun Huan.

"Clan leader, you have made a mistake and you will be punished." Hun Wujue's voice sounded faintly, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone. He looked at the Heavenly Soul Saint with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

: "The Holy Maiden of Heavenly Soul is stubborn and will die if she dies. Why do you have to suffer?"

Hun Huan stared at Hun Wu Jue, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness. His fists were clenched tightly, veins bulging out, as if he wanted to concentrate all his power on this palm.

"You traitor!" Hun Huan roared angrily, and suddenly, his palm blasted out like thunder, with overwhelming momentum, forcing Hun Wujue away.

Hun Wujue felt the terrifying power contained in Hun Huan's palm, and his face changed slightly. However, he did not flinch, but gritted his teeth and faced it with all his strength.

However, Hun Huan's strength was far superior to him. The power of this palm made Hun Wujue instantly feel the threat of death. His figure involuntarily took a few steps back, and his face became as pale as paper.

However, at this critical moment, five priests in white robes suddenly appeared on the scene. Their figures were as erratic as ghosts, and each held a sacred stone that shone with mysterious light in their hands.

They quickly inserted the sacred stone into the groove on the ground, and in an instant, a sacred array shining with holy light was formed.

The holy pattern array contains powerful power, and seems to be able to withstand all attacks in the world. Under the protection of the holy pattern array, Hun Wujue has blocked Hun Huan's attack for life. The power of the attack is the moment it touches the holy pattern array.

, was weakened by most of it, and finally had no choice but to dissipate in the air.

"Hahahaha!" Hun Wujue's laughter echoed in the empty hall, with a kind of pride and arrogance. He looked at Hun Huan, his eyes full of ridicule and disdain: "Hun Huan, you see, this is

The power of the Holy Church, if you don’t follow the Holy Church properly, but you insist on becoming the enemy of the Holy Church, it would be a shame not to die!”

His laughter was like a sharp blade, cutting everyone's nerves. His eyes shone with a kind of admiration and pride for the power of the church, as if at this moment, he had become the most loyal believer of the church.

The cold orders of the three chief priests followed closely, like a cold death sentence: "What nonsense are you talking about? Take action and annihilate all the soul tribes who are unwilling to submit to the temple. Those who followed Long Yingtian and rebelled against the temple will also be executed."

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There was no emotion in his voice, as if he was just performing a routine official duty.

As the orders of the three chief priests were issued, the holy sword knights and white-robed priests quickly took action. Like activated war machines, they pounced on the warriors on Long Yingtian and Hun Huan's side with an unstoppable momentum.

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The soul clan who surrendered to the Holy Church and the warriors from the Demon Suppressing Palace followed closely behind, their eyes full of desire for battle and expectation of victory.

"Damn it!" Long Yingtian's angry roar sounded like thunder, his voice full of unwillingness and anger. He swung the Mo Dao in his hand suddenly, and the power surged, as if he was going to cut off all obstacles.

Without Hunhuan's suppression, he actually burst out with astonishing power at that moment. His figure was like a tiger descending from the mountain, and with an indomitable momentum, he rushed towards the seemingly indestructible holy pattern array. His

Mo Dao drew a bright trajectory in the air, and finally struck the holy pattern array hard.

There was just a crisp sound of "click", and he actually broke a gap in the originally indestructible holy pattern array. That gap was like a ray of light in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope to Long Yingtian and his companions.

"Stop him!" The three chief priests frowned, and their deep eyes revealed their fear of Long Yingtian's strength. He knew very well that Long Yingtian was not an easy person, and if he was allowed to escape, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Leave it to me." A graceful and cold voice suddenly sounded above Long Yingtian's head, like the sound of nature, but with unquestionable majesty. Then, a slender but powerful palm fell from the sky, bringing

With the roaring wind, it hit Long Yingtian fiercely.

Long Yingtian's expression suddenly changed. He raised his head to look at the beautiful figure descending from the sky, with a flash of disbelief in his eyes: "Empress Palace... Empress Qianfeng! It turns out you have been waiting for this opportunity!"

His voice was full of shock and anger, as if it was at this moment that he truly realized how critical his situation was.
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