Ao Junxie asked concernedly when he saw that the thunder bead in Qing Kuang's hand was seriously injured.
Qing Kuang nodded gently to indicate to the other party that he was not seriously ill.
Ao Junxie took a step forward, pointed the red dragon sword directly at the Holy King in his hand, and shouted angrily:
"Holy King, you have no chance of escaping! In the Fengyun Continent, you have done many unjust things and ultimately brought about your own destruction. You have made this beautiful temple of light, the most important place for human beings, filled with smoke and darkness, and are extremely evil.
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Today, you deserve to be under siege by all the forces of Fengyun Continent! Put down your weapons and be captured without mercy. You should know very well what will happen to your hundreds of Templar warriors under the attack of the evil land tribesmen and prehistoric monsters.
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As for you, with the current cultivation levels of Qing Kuang and I, you are no longer a match!"
The Holy King's cold eyes shone with the ferocious light of a trapped beast still fighting. Facing Aojunxie's persuasion to surrender, he remained silent for a long time, and then uttered two words decisively:
"Set up a formation!"
However, behind the Holy King, there was no sound of swords as he expected.
This extraordinary microwave incident was quickly caught by Qing Kuang, a man with a sharp mind.
Obviously, the last Templars have finally wavered! There is no doubt that once the battle begins, they will immediately be buried in the crater in the dark night.
No one wants to die for the Holy King for no reason again!
"Arrangement!!"
The Holy King repeated it again, almost like a thunderous roar.
The eyes of the warriors were still confused and panicked, and some even lowered their heads in dejection.
"Wait a minute!"
Qing Kuang strode out, holding in his hand the string of blue falling yellow springs. It was the highest token of the temple.
"Holy King! You have betrayed everyone! Are you still stubborn? No one is willing to die in vain for your evil ambition!"
This cold voice was like a bolt of lightning that struck straight from the top of the Holy King's head. He finally turned pale and lost his soul. He looked at the temple warriors who no longer listened to orders and finally understood how cruel this was.
reality!
"All temple warriors, listen to the order and put down the weapons in your hands. You are still members of my Bright Temple! The Holy King in front of you has done many unjust things and is simply seeking his own destruction. It has nothing to do with you!"
As soon as these words came out, the hearts of all the white-robed warriors were suddenly shocked. They all looked at each other, and then their eyes fell on the necklace that shone with ancient light in Qing Kuang's hand.
The Holy King vaguely realized something, opened his mouth, and wanted to stop something, but in the end he froze on the spot.
After a while, a loud and neat voice came from my ears:
"Respect the order of the saint!"[
The white-robed warriors all knelt on the ground, bowed their heads and shouted respectfully.
Immediately, Lu Lu placed the weapons in his hands one by one at Qing Kuang's feet. Then he stood respectfully behind Qing Kuang.
The Holy King knew that he could no longer stop all this, so he closed his eyes helplessly.
All around, it was as quiet as death.
Countless torches drifted left and right like ghosts in the night wind.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the bald holy king who was alone in the encirclement.
After a long time, a dazzling purple-white light slowly rose from the chest of the man in white robe, getting bigger and brighter, until the entire chest became transparent.
The light of spiritual power began to form a strong whirlpool, engulfing the Holy King's body bit by bit.