Under the silvery moonlight, this sacred mountain that the world needs to look up to seems a little less out of reach than usual.
On the sacred mountain, inside the golden main temple.
"Lord Pope, this disciple doesn't understand!" The middle-aged silver-robed disciple standing at the foot of the steps lowered his arms respectfully, "The heresy is rising in the north, why is there no response in my temple yet?!"
The Pope of the Xuantian Divine Sect was sitting cross-legged on the futon, his face was endlessly calm, "Hasn't the Northern Holy City already sent out troops?!"
A flash of disdain flashed in the eyes of the silver-robed disciple, clearly disapproving of the northern holy city, "Sir, do you really believe they have this ability?!"
"If God says they can do it, they can do it!" the Pope said calmly.
The silver-robed disciple raised his eyebrows that were already stained with white frost, "Could it be that this is God's will?!"
"Not bad!" The Pope glanced sideways and glanced at his disciples below the steps, "It's getting late, go to bed!"
"Yes!" The silver-robed disciple saluted respectfully, bowed and exited the hall.
"How is the situation in Qincheng?!" The Pope spoke again.
A saint in silver clothes walked out slowly from the corner of the hall, "Return to your lord, Xia Shichang escaped by boat overnight. He did not want to be caught by Qingfeng, the Ming Dynasty's imperial advisor. Now the Xia Kingdom's royal family has signed a letter of surrender, and the Ming army has captured Qin City. Now
, the several states and counties around the Holy Mountain are all the land of the Ming Dynasty!"
The Pope nodded slightly.
"Do you have any orders, sir?!" the saint in silver asked.
The Pope shook his head slightly and said, "It's not time yet, just wait a little longer!"
Zhuoyang stood in the courtyard, raising his right hand. Because the true energy of a god-level powerhouse automatically repaired itself, coupled with the powerful self-healing function of the demons, the wound on his tiger's mouth had already healed, and now he only felt a slight itching.
If it weren't for the blood stains on his palms, no one would believe that he had just been injured.
At this moment, he was not in a very good mood. He wanted to have a drink, but he was not in the mood to drink.
There seemed to be a fire burning in his heart, or the claws of several small animals scratching him, which made him uneasy. Feeling the itching coming from the tiger's mouth, he became more and more impetuous.
He raised his arm and held the sword in his hand. He moved his wrist slightly, and the long sword danced with a black light and shadow.
After a sharp sound, he sheathed his sword and straightened up.
Not far in front of me was a short tree covered with snow. Countless branches flew down with the snow, leaving only a bare trunk.
With just one strike of his sword, he chopped the tree in front of him into countless pieces.
However, he was not satisfied.
"It's still close!"
He whispered to himself softly, with a bit of annoyance in his tone. After coming back to life, he worked hard to practice every day and recover his body, but even now he still cannot return to his prime.
Feeling the strange movement on the roof, Zhuo Yang's eyes flashed with coldness, he twisted his body, raised his body, and straightened his sword to attack the person on the roof.
From the black long sword, silver zhenqi flashing with golden light burst out, leaving a beautiful light and shadow in mid-air, directly hitting the chest of the person on the house.
Then, he stopped abruptly less than two inches away from the opponent's chest.
Seeing the man's smiling face clearly under the moonlight, Zhuo Yang could hardly hold the sword in his hand.