"How dare a mere mortal from the lower realm dare to take action against us, the sons of the gods! It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know who you are facing!"
Seven Thousand Emperor Sect disciples gathered together, their swords were drawn out, and the majestic spiritual pressure hit them. In an instant, strong winds and blizzards swept across the surroundings.
Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in the sky, a black hole opened, and dragon-like lightning was roaring. With terrifying air waves, a huge mountain was smashed into pieces in the blink of an eye!
"Isn't there a water mirror? Then we will break your barrier! Kill everyone below and see what you can do?!"
"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder!"
"Girl, be careful!"
Ye Xiutian stood in front of Ling Xuewei and watched as thousands of thunderbolts fell and struck the water mirror!
The water mirror trembled violently, and within a few breaths, it shattered!
The century-old barrier supporting the Guangming Palace was so shattered!
The disciples of Guangming Palace's eyes were about to burst, and their swords flew out!
This is the Hall of Light, the central pillar of the entire Far West Icefield, and a holy place in the hearts of countless people.
They know better than anyone what it means if this place is destroyed.
As a disciple of Guangming Hall, I have the obligation to protect this place, even if it costs me my life!
The palace is where the people are.
The palace is destroyed and people die!
"superior!"
"ah--!"
Use your own strength to fight against the power of thunder.
The white spiritual energy danced, forming a transparent half-moon barrier, covering the hall below. Zeng Hai led several elders to rush to the front, and used all their strength as soon as they came up!
In the face of absolute strength, any reservation is foolish.
What's more, this is not only a battle of life and death, but also a battle of glory!
"Hmph! You don't overestimate your capabilities!"
Thunder surged, and thunder that was thicker than before landed again. From a distance, it looked like several ferocious dragons tearing apart the sky.
Zeng Hai and others only felt that the power above their heads was like an endless sea, endless and vast. It would swallow them up in just a moment!
boom!
Finally he was thrown out!
Seeing countless disciples being hit in an instant, they turned into black ashes before even shouting.
Bang!
The giant thunder pillar landed, leaving a huge crater in the snow-white and holy ground. One after another, palaces, martial arts training grounds, holy pools... buildings with a history of thousands of years were completely destroyed and devastated, and they no longer looked as majestic as before.
The disciples were so shocked that their eyes were about to burst.
"Holy Bell! We must not let them destroy the Holy Bell!"
The Holy Bell is a symbol of spirit and glory for the Guangming Palace. No matter what, we must protect it to the death!
The disciples flocked to the silver tower, and layer after layer of spiritual shields were activated to cover it.
"Hmph! The more you protect it, the more I will destroy it!"
The thunder roared and fell with a roar!
Like an enraged giant beast, the heaven and earth shook, and everyone in all directions was frightened.
The powerful and terrifying force kept pressing down, and the disciples felt as if they were being pressed down by huge rocks and were completely out of breath.
"withstand!"
"There is no coward who would run away without a fight among the disciples of the Guangming Hall!"
It's just that the power was too powerful. After all, the disciples couldn't withstand it anymore. Seeing that the thunder was about to fall on the holy bell, suddenly a figure blocked in front of everyone. Yin Yan's holy light exuded dazzling light, almost half of it.
The thunder in the range is blocked from the light!
His face was pale, his robe was in tatters, and a streak of blood on his forehead covered most of his face. His hair was always meticulous and messy, and he was very embarrassed.
Especially his arm, which was broken in the impact, was in severe pain at the moment, but he had no time to care.
"Old Palace Master!"
"You all stand down!"
"If you want to be able to withstand the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder on your own, huh, it's just like hitting an egg against a rock!"
Sure enough, in front of the vast thunder, the light of the holy light became weaker and weaker, Yin Yan sweated like a spring, and his arms trembled even more...
"Since I am the master of the Hall of Light, I will never allow you to slander the glory of our ancestors!"
At this moment, the spiritual power transcends the physical body.
Under the surprised eyes of the disciples of the Thousand Emperors Sect, the already weak holy light suddenly shone brightly again! It blocked thousands of thunders from outside!
"How is that possible?!"
"Old Palace Master!"
Zeng Hai's eyes were red. Others didn't know it, but they, the old guys, knew that this was the power that the old palace master had at the cost of his life.
"Let's go too!"
"We must not let the old palace master die alone!"
"Don't even come here!"
With a sharp shout, Yin Yan's eyes were filled with blood, "Give me the order to lead my disciples and leave quickly! No mistakes!"
"Old Palace Master?!"
"No!"
"You don't even listen to my words? Why, I am no longer the Holy Master, and I can't control you old things, right? Zeng Hai, if you still regard me as your Lord, then listen to my orders and lead your disciples immediately
Evacuate this place! Don’t forget, what is more important than a cold palace!”
If the palace falls down, so what? As long as people are still there, we can build another one!
If there are no people left, then nothing is really gone.
Zeng Hai clenched his fists tightly and was bleeding.
How could he not understand this truth? But how could he bear to let them leave the old palace master to live alone? How could he explain it to his disciples and the Holy Master in the future?!
"Walk!"
Yin Yan's eyes were red because he couldn't hold on much longer.
"No! We're not leaving!"
"I swear to live and die with the Guangming Palace!"
"The palace is there and the people are there, but if the palace is destroyed, everyone will die!"
There are no disciples of the Guangming Hall who are greedy for life and afraid of death. So what if they are buried here today? It is better than running away in the middle of the battle and being criticized by everyone in the world!
If they, the disciples of Guangming Hall, want to die, they also want to die with glory!
Only then can we live up to the centuries-old teachings of the palace!
"you……"
Yin Yan was both happy and angry, with all kinds of mixed feelings, nothing was better than this.
"Are you done? It's such a touching drama, but it's just used in the wrong place!"
"Die!"
boom!
Thunder explodes!
Yin Yan's holy light finally couldn't hold on anymore and dissipated in the air!
He was also exposed to thousands of thunders.
By now, he was so weak that he couldn't even move a finger. Seeing that the thunder was about to fall, he slowly closed his eyes.
Reminiscing about life and watching flowers.
That's enough.
Although he has made many mistakes, he has cultivated two such outstanding disciples, and this life has been worthwhile.
A smile appeared on the old face.
As if relieved.
It seems like peace of mind.
The only regret is that I didn't get to take another look at those two brats... Master was incompetent, leaving such a mess and such a powerful enemy... However, if it were you, Master believes that we will be able to survive the crisis safely.
Because you are the disciples I am most proud of!
boom!
There was a loud noise, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, shocking the sky!
"Old Palace Master--!"
"No--!"
The disciples’ eyes were about to burst and their minds were trembling!
Seeing his figure disappear in the lightning, for the first time I felt how powerless it was to just watch.