Ao Junxie asked in a low voice eagerly. The expression on his face was full of disbelief.
"That's right! That long jade staff... is the token of the Temple of Light!"
Ming Qianhe trembled with his hands and pointed at the object in the hands of the old man next to the black-clothed sect master on the stage.
"But...the Temple of Light, haven't they always been geniuses and leaders among human cultivators, powerful men that all human disciples worship and respect? How could they be with people from the evil land..."
Ao Junxie looked at the powerful white-robed warriors in front of him in confusion, and then at the master beside him. It could be seen that the scene that appeared in front of him completely changed his mind about the spirit.
The image of powerful men has been subverted.[
Growing up, Aojunxie, like all the disciples of the great sects in Fengyun Continent, would be told how justice and light this legendary god-like powerful organization is, the Temple of Light, and how all souls in the world are.
Those who practice martial arts regard them as heroes and idols.
At the same time, the people of the Evil Land dressed in black robes have become a symbol of the scum of human warriors who do all kinds of evil and murder... However, when these two forces now appear together, they are even the same.
When he was a master and a servant, it was a fact that even the masters and elders like Ming Qianhe could not imagine!
Everything that happened in front of them has coldly proved that the Temple of Light is not only united with the people of the Evil Land, but more precisely, it has already taken control of the Evil Land and has become the true master of this ancient land.
And the so-called evil place that frightens the warriors of Fengyun Continent has already become a servant of the Temple of Light.
Faced with the stern scolding of the white-robed elder, Wumian just obeyed and bowed his head without saying a word. Behind him, hundreds of disciples of the Evil Land in black robes also acted obediently and tremblingly.
Qing Kuang and the other three people saw that Wu Mian, who had always been arrogant and majestic in front of them, turned out to be so submissive when they saw the powerful man in the Temple of Light, and they couldn't help but be shocked.
"Wumian, don't forget your original oath. After the death of the leader of the Evil Land, who reorganized you from the disintegration. Who led you to survive the siege of the Warcraft clan!"
The white-robed elder said quietly, never forgetting to remind Wu Mian of the kindness of the Temple of Light to the Evil Land. His tone and voice were full of condescension.
"Yes! I understand! The disciples of the Evil Land must keep their promises and be loyal to the temple!"
Wu Mian lowered his head and replied.
"Given the current situation and strength of the Evil Land, I understand that you don't dare to have second thoughts!
In any case, the Holy King's retreat is about to reach its final moment. Since many cultivators of human spiritual power have been lost, it should be you people from the evil land who take up the role. However, the ones you cultivate are ancient martial arts skills, which are unbearable.
Very useful!”
"It's... the tribesmen of Wu Mian Xie Land thank the elders for their kindness in forgiving me!"
He answered without losing any time and sleep.
However, the white-robed elder didn't seem to have any intention of giving up. He changed the subject and glanced at Wumian with two sinister eyes.
"I have heard that along the way, you have captured several powerful men above the Human Spirit King level in Fengyun Continent... Is there such a thing?
At the same time that the temple elder asked this question, Qing Kuang, Ao Junxie, and Ming Qianhe in the crowd were all shocked.