"If we hand over that treasure, we will leave. If we don't hand over it, it will not be as simple as breaking the death of the fish, but your Star Picking Tower will definitely be destroyed!" The tone of the great priest suddenly became stronger, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, threatening without any concealment.

When the master Zhaixing Tower heard this, he sighed slightly and complained in his heart.

She looked at the great priest again, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes, and said sincerely: "It's not that I'm afraid of you, I really don't want to take the blame. Then Yu Zhengqi did not hand over the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword to our Zhaixing Tower. If the great priest doesn't believe it, I can swear by the inner demon!"

The owner of Zhaixing Tower knew in his heart that the power of the Holy Temple was far beyond imagination. The depth of its foundation and terrifying strength were by no means comparable to the Qin family. As long as he was not stupid, he would never want to be enemies with the Holy Temple and fall into this endless dispute.

Hearing this, the originally deep eyes of the great priest of Zhenlingfu Holy Hall instantly narrowed like a cold star shrouded in the night, and a trace of undetectable suspicion flashed in his eyes. His heart was like a calm lake with a stone thrown into it, ripples arise in his eyes.

"Swear with the inner demon!" These words echoed in his heart like a heavy hammer. He knew too well the weight of this oath, and this was by no means a joke. Once someone swears with the inner demon, if what he said is false, the inner demon will instantly invade his soul like a surging evil beast.

By then, the soul will be swallowed by endless pain and darkness, and the whole person will be trapped in a place of no return and will be completely reduced to a walking corpse.

Thinking of this, the great priest couldn't help but mutter in his heart. Could it be that the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword is not in the Star Picking Tower? This made his originally determined belief begin to shake a little, and doubts spread rapidly in his heart like vines.

Immediately, the expression on the high priest's face suddenly changed and he smiled coldly. The smile was a bit sinister and decisive, just like the cold wind in winter, making people shudder.

"The Master Zhaixing Tower is amazing. He would rather hurt himself than guard the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword. Since that's the case, I can't blame me."

His voice was low and cold, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, and his words were full of dissatisfaction and murderous intent with the Lord Zhaixing Tower. After saying that, he slowly raised his hand and patted his hands gently in the air. This seemingly random action seemed to contain some mysterious signal.

As the clapping sound of the great priest fell, a dazzling white light suddenly appeared in the sky. The white light was like the rising sun, but it carried a terrifying aura.

The light gradually dissipated, and a group of people suddenly appeared there. The people exuded a strong aura, and everyone's eyes were filled with coldness and pride. They were dressed in uniform clothes, and the unique temple logo on the clothes shone with a cold luster under the sunlight.

After a closer look, they were also people from the temple, but judging from the aura they emitted, their strength was far superior to the temple of Zhenlingfu. Their appearance made the atmosphere on the entire battlefield even more depressing, as if an invisible mountain was pressing on everyone's hearts.

When the Lord Zhaixing Tower saw this scene, his originally calm face instantly became extremely ugly. Her eyes hidden behind the mask were full of shock and anger. She already knew in her heart that this time, things had fallen into a desperate situation and could not make any sense.

The Holy Temple obviously wanted to use the Demon Lord’s Black Sky Sword to find an excuse to completely destroy Zhaixing Tower. There is no other explanation. Perhaps the top leaders of the Holy Temple have confirmed that the Demon Lord’s Black Sky Sword is not in their hands, but they still hold on to this matter, just to eradicate the potential threat of Zhaixing Tower.

The master of Zhaixing Tower stared at the high priest, with raging rage burning in his eyes, as if he was about to burn the other party directly.

"Since you have become an enemy, you should kill them all, right? But your Holy Hall is too underestimating me, Zhaixing Tower! You will regret it!" Her voice was like a sharp sword, cutting through the sky, with endless anger and unwillingness.

"Repent?" The great priest couldn't help but laugh when he heard the words of the Lord Zhaixing Tower. His laughter was full of ridicule and disdain. "Are you qualified to make us regret it? Here, they are people from the headquarters of the Dazhen Dynasty Dynasty Hall!" His words were filled with a sense of superiority, as if in his eyes, Zhaixing Tower was already a fish on the chopping board at the moment, and was slaughtered.

"This is what you forced me!" The master of Zhaixing Tower sighed, and the sigh was full of helplessness and determination. She slowly turned around and shouted at the deep and dark space behind her that seemed to connect the endless void: "Ming Xingjue, I promise you my cooperation and help me kill these messes of the sacred temple first!"

Her voice was firm and powerful, echoing on this battlefield, as if she was announcing to the Holy Church that Zhaixing Tower would never sit and wait for death, and would rise up and resist.

"Hahaha, my little star, you'll have to say that earlier, I'll help you destroy the mess of the temple!" A wild and arrogant laugh suddenly sounded, as if a thunder exploded in the sky above this suppressed battlefield.

The laughter was filled with endless heroism and unruly, echoing between heaven and earth, shaking everyone's eardrums. With this laughter, the originally deep and darkness seemed to slowly walk out of the space connecting the Nine Nether Hells.

They exuded a mysterious and strange aura, and their steps were neat and steady. Every step they fell, causing the ground to tremble slightly, as if their arrival had broken the original peace of the world.

Among these men in black, the leader was particularly eye-catching. The man's long hair was floating freely, like black silk dancing in the wind. He was wearing black clothes all over his body, and the black clothes tightly fitted his body, making him look straight and free.

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His face was handsome and evil, with a red mole on the middle of his eyebrows, just like the brightest stars in the night sky. Not only did it not destroy his overall temperament, but it made him feel a bit more charming and evil, as if he was a demon who walked out of the darkness, with an irresistible charm and deterrence.

"Ming Xingjue? You are Ming Xingjue of the Ming Sect!" The original calm and composed face of the Great Priest instantly turned as white as paper, as if he had seen a ghost. His eyes were rounded, full of fear and disbelief, and his voice trembled slightly from shock.

He never expected that at this critical moment, the people from the Nether Sect would suddenly appear, and the person who appeared was one of the famous Thirteen Kings of the Nether Sect - Ming Xingjue.

According to legend, in that distant past, after the Demon Lord's fall, four treasures of the Demon Sect that were more terrifying than the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword were left behind. The leader of the Underworld Sect got one of them by chance.

With this treasure, the leader of the Underworld Sect founded the Underworld Sect, which caused a bloody storm in the world, killing all directions, and its reputation made countless people frightened.
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