A huge explosion exploded in the formation of more than a hundred warriors in the temple.
Immediately afterwards, Lei Zhu's body was knocked back far away like fallen leaves in the wind, and several screams rang out from the crowd of masked white-robed warriors, followed closely by five or six corpses.
The muffled sound of falling to the ground.
Lei Zhu staggered a few steps, and finally managed to hold the ground with his two swords to avoid falling down. He covered his chest with his hands and his face turned pale.
It seems that just now both sides collided with each other with extremely strong force, and both sides were injured.[
"Leizhu! How are you?"
Qing Kuang asked hurriedly and with concern.
"Young... Young Master! I'm fine! I can still hold on!"
Lei Zhu trembled his lips and struggled to spit out a few words, gritting his teeth.
At this moment, no one except herself knows how many internal injuries she suffered from the blow just now. No one knows how long her will can last...
In the distance, the cold face of the Bald Saint King twitched involuntarily.
A little saintly guard can exert such powerful energy in a desperate situation.
On the blades of the two swords that Lei Zhu was holding on to, bright red blood was slowly dripping down. No one knew whether it was the enemy's blood or her own.
"Such a loyal follower... is really rare! What a pity! Lei Zhu, you could have become a prominent figure in my Bright Temple, but you are so stubborn and stubbornly stand by those cowardly people.
side!"
The Holy King murmured in his mouth and shook his head gently.
Suddenly, in the Holy King's hand, a black flag was raised high above his head.
Such behavior deeply shocked Lei Zhu.
She recognized it, this was the order to close the formation!
More than a hundred warriors from the Temple of Light quickly retracted their formation and lined up behind the Holy King.
Qing Kuang flew up and quickly carried Lei Zhu, who was seriously injured a hundred steps away, back.
"Feng Qingkuang, do you really think that this king will let you wait until reinforcements arrive? No! You are wrong! Look at the hot magma around here..."
The Holy King opened his arms and pointed at the boiling heat surrounding Qing Kuang and Lei Zhu's isolated island.
"In the past five years, three thousand tons of various medicinal materials and poisons harvested from the land of Nanzhao have been buried here, together with five hundred poison magicians from the Miao border..."
As the Holy King spoke, he glanced lightly at Burning Hun, who was collapsed on the ground in the distance. At this moment, Burning Soul's pupils were filled with intense fear as if he had seen the God of Death.[
It seems that even Fenhun himself has never thought that inside this hollow volcano, in the past five years, the people from Miao Jiang who came to deliver poisons to the Temple of Light have always been able to enter and exit, and come and go.
return.
Together with their own lives, they became the tools of the Holy King.
"Today is the moment when all these powerful forces reappear in the world!"
When the Holy King said this, his eyes showed a kind of madness and excitement that his ambition was about to be realized.
Where his palms were gently brought together, the originally red magma began to slowly darken until it turned into an ashes-like blackness.
"Holy King, you have completely betrayed humanity! Your hundreds of years of practice have turned into evil witchcraft! Just for the ambition to dominate the world!"
Qingkuang gently put down the thunder beads in his arms and shouted coldly.
All around, in the ashes of the magma, it seemed like countless demon souls were beginning to move.