The originally hypocritical eyes of the Holy King soon became extremely fierce. His face twitched slightly. However, soon, the murderous look on the Holy King's face flashed away. Instead, there was a trace of mysterious gentleness.
"Feng Qingkuang, open your eyes and take a look. This is the Temple of Light, your true home!
You, your mother, and I should be a real family. As the future saint of the temple, do you want to destroy it all with your own hands?
Who is Fengyun Continent? What is Aojunxie? He is just a martial artist, a lowly human cultivator. How can he compare with us, the descendants of the descendants of the ancient human race who were born with the highest bloodline?
Now, it’s time for you to return to the temple! Join the temple, and I will immediately make you a new saint, giving orders to the world. No one dares to disobey! [
Relying on Ao Junxie's obsession with you, sweeping through Nanzhao, sweeping the wind and clouds, and dominating the world is almost a matter of success..."
The Holy King spoke with joy, his eyes glowing blood red reflected by the magma, full of greedy ambition, as if he had seen the entire Fengyun Continent, and all the human cultivators, had surrendered at his feet.
Qing Kuang listened calmly, with a contemptuous sneer slowly showing on his face.
"I didn't expect... I really didn't expect that the Holy Temple of Light, which prides itself on being noble, and the Holy King who regards the powerful in the world as if they were nothing, would sometimes perform so clumsily!
Holy King, do you think that the great power in your hands can still have the slightest effect on me, Feng Qingkuang! The evil and greed of you, Holy King, and your entire Bright Temple are all gone today.
I will be buried in this volcano forever, and I will never think of harming the world again!"
"So! Feng Qingkuang, you are toasting and don't want to eat, so I have no choice but to make you taste the pain!"
The Holy King lowered his eyes and sighed quietly.
On the side, Lei Zhu could no longer hold back. As soon as the Holy King finished speaking, a powerful force of the Spiritual Emperor's Peak had already gathered in her palm. Just as she was about to hit the Holy King head-on, she suddenly felt a force under her feet.
It sinks, as if the area it was standing on suddenly collapsed.
"Young master, be careful!"
Just as Lei Zhu screamed in surprise, he suddenly felt that one of his arms had been pulled up by someone and quickly rose into the air.
And the place where you just stood has been separated from the land of the hall, and has been plunged into the hot magma, with no trace left.
Raising his head, Qingkuang held himself with one hand, and with the other hand, he hugged Xianmo Zhiqin tightly, with his five fingers close to the strings...
It seemed that from the moment the Holy King stepped down from the throne, Qingkuang had secretly made full preparations for the challenge.
Zheng!
A low string sound roared loudly in Lei Zhu's ears.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful sound wave hit the center of the magma. The powerful force stirred up a stream of hot liquid, which splashed into the air, forming an arc-shaped fire of viscous liquid.
There was another crisp string sound.
In an instant, a cold sound blade shot out of the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the arc of magma across the sky was instantly solidified.
Still in mid-air, forming a bridge of cooling magma.[
At the same time, Qing Kuang and Lei Zhu both landed lightly on the cooling bridge and returned to the ground safely.
All this process happened in an almost lightning-fast moment. The Holy King saw it in his eyes. He frowned slightly and murmured: