Chapter 384 : The Holy King Appears to Earthquake (2)
By the time the old man reacted, Ao Junxie's sword tip had already reached half an inch in front of his throat.
In panic, he suddenly raised his hands and blocked Ao Junxie's sword edge.
Boom!
There was a crisp sound of weapons colliding, followed closely by the sound of two heavy falls to the ground.
The haggard and old body of the great elder of the temple fell like loose soil at the foot of the altar where the purple light was flowing.[
Beside him was a long jade staff that fell from his hand.
Dark red blood slowly flowed from the corner of the old man's mouth.
Behind him, Ao Junxie held a long sword in his hand and approached slowly with steady steps.
Since its birth, the entire Bright Temple clan has never suffered such a disastrous defeat or suffered such humiliation...
The great elder put his hands on the ground, endured the severe pain all over his body, and crawled with difficulty to the altar that shone as dazzlingly as the sun.
At this moment, it emits the strongest light it has ever seen, like a tightly suppressed fire that may explode violently at any time...
"Holy King...Holy...Holy King! You have seen how humiliated your people, the people of the great temple, are suffering! By these lowly ordinary people..."
The great elder raised a trembling arm, struggled to reach into the center of the purple light, and used all the strength in his body to shout these words intermittently.
With a heavy sigh, the old man in white robe collapsed weakly to the ground and could no longer move.
The last temple guard died at the hands of a blood demon holding a giant axe...
These well-limbed beasts that they had tamed, driven, used as tools and escorted human captives as coolies, eventually took away the lives of the guards themselves!
The people fed to them by countless warriors from Fengyun Continent eventually turned themselves into food for the beasts... This can be regarded as a cycle of heaven, with cause and effect!
The battlefield at the top of Black Rock Peak became quiet again, falling into a deathly silence.
However, the battle is far from over!
Ao Junxie walked slowly to the body of the great elder, and his eyes were quickly attracted by the long staff inlaid with pearls and jade on the ground. The long staff, which was carefully carved, exuded the mystery and solemnity of ancient times.
the breath.
It can also be regarded as one of my trophies. If you give it to Qingkuang, she will definitely be very happy!
Ao Junxie thought like this, bent down, and stretched out his hand towards the long staff on the ground.
At this moment, the light in front of Ao Junxie's eyes suddenly dimmed a lot.
When he raised his head warily, he suddenly discovered that at some point, the purple light of the altar in front of him had become much lighter.[
Moreover, it is gathering at the center of the body at a very fast speed, absorbing it, until it disappears.
The whirlpool of spiritual power grew bigger and bigger, until the last purple light of spiritual power was completely swallowed up in it.
The altar of the Temple of Light is completely missing!
Instead, there was a middle-aged man with a calm expression.
He has the same holy and exquisite white robe, which is slightly decorated with silky colorful threads. The most eye-catching thing is that there is not a single hair left on the top of his bald head.
who is he?
This was the first question raised by everyone present.
However, based on intuition, I can already feel that with his attire, there is no doubt that he is the person closest to the Temple of Light...