Hearing the footsteps coming from the door, everyone looked towards the palace door in unison.
Then, they saw the blood on Mingche's body and the body on the board.
Although they couldn't see the face of the great priest, everyone still guessed everything.
"Great Priest!"
A pious old man just uttered three words and fell to his knees with tears streaming down his face.
Compared to the Temple of Punishment, which is famous for its killings, the Temple of Light is deeply rooted in people's hearts for its ability to save the world and save people.
The Great Priest of Guangming saved countless people during his lifetime. Although he was a noble person, he traveled around the world all year round. He did not know how many people he helped and how many injured people he treated. His prestige among believers is naturally unparalleled.
In an instant, people were already kneeling outside the door.
Believers, men and women alike, burst into tears.
This sadness has nothing to do with God but everything to do with man.
"Rebellion!" A young man suddenly stood up and looked at the Ming army with tearful eyes, "I will fight with you!"
Then, he rushed towards the Ming army desperately.
Immediately, many people stood up behind him and rushed towards the Ming army.
The Ming army had been on alert for a long time. Seeing this scene, they immediately reacted and put up shields for defense.
Mo Li and Mingyue had already given death orders when they left. Once there was a conflict between the two parties, no one was allowed to be hurt. They just wanted to ensure that the Ming army would not suffer casualties as much as possible.
In mid-air, a white light flashed.
A transparent wave of water appeared silently between the believers and the Ming army, separating the two groups. The believers who rushed past rushed straight into the wave and could no longer move forward.
White, that is the representative of the first level of the divine level.
He lowered his head and looked at his fingers, feeling the abundant profound energy in his body. Knowing that he had absorbed the great priest's profound energy and had successfully broken through to the divine level, Mingche didn't feel much joy in his heart, but only sadness.
If possible, he would rather lose all his cultivation in exchange for his master's safety.
To him, the latter is much more important!
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"This is all the master can give you, I hope you will make good use of it!"
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In his ears, the voice of the Great Priest of Light sounded again. Mingche took a deep breath and raised his face again.
Then, he gently hooked his hand.
The water wave retreated, gently pushing the believers back to a place several meters away from the Ming army.
"Everyone, listen to me!" His voice was clear and calm, like a deep, clear lake, exuding reassuring power, "The death of the Great Priest Guangming was not Mingyue's fault!"
"Nonsense!" Immediately, someone jumped up from the ground, "We clearly saw him, Mingyue and the witch entering the palace gate. If it wasn't him, who was it?!"
"That's right!" Another person also stood up, "Don't think that you are the Holy Son of Light, and we will believe your lies. You are just the same as your sixth brother!"
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Everyone was very excited, and the words were naturally very hurtful.
"Shut up!" A white-clothed priest shouted in displeasure, "How dare you confront the great priest..."
Mingche raised her palms to signal him to stop talking, and then he slowly walked down the steps.
"I know you are sad. I am sadder than every one of you!" He stretched out a palm to support the body of the great priest. "To you, he is just the Great Priest of Light. To me, he is not only the master and mentor.
He is still my friend and relative, and is more important than my father!"
Thinking about all the past events and remembering the past of learning cultivation from the Great Priest Guangming when he was young, Mingche could no longer control his emotions.