The formation was closed, the light curtain had disappeared, and people could more clearly feel the ferocity of the battle in mid-air.
Although timid and scared, not many people screamed and fled.
Everyone looked up to the sky and paid attention to this battle.
Whether it is the courtiers in the palace, the eunuchs, the maids, or the men, women, and children on the street.
"Eat this quickly!" Mingche responded to Zhuoyang, took out the elixir from his body and put it to his lips.
"Are you the Great Priest of Light?!" Zhuo Yang asked.
Mingche nodded slightly and gave him the elixir in his hand again, "Take it!"
In his eyes, this man was not a heretic, but a man who could risk life and death for his friends, and Mingche admired him very much.
Zhuoyang swallowed the elixir and stood up on the back of the giant crane.
"My sister likes you very much!"
After saying this, he once again clenched the sword in his hand and rushed towards the direction of Mingyue.
Sister? I like it!
Mingche stared at the crane's back, unable to react for a moment.
In the distance, Gong Ao saw an opportunity. The wings behind him moved slightly and came to his side. He waved his hand and turned into a blade of wind.
"mean!"
"Shameless!"
"Great Priest of Light, be careful!"
…
In the city, there was a chaotic sound. Seeing Gong Ao sneaking up on Ming Che, all the people couldn't stand it.
Everyone knows the conflict between Mo Li Mingyue and the temple. Mingche is a great priest of light anyway, and has great prestige in Buli City. Even the temple believers are extremely dissatisfied at being treated like this by Gong Ao.
The wind blade passed through his body, and Ming Che's body instantly turned into a ball of mist and disappeared into the wind blade.
Gong Ao was shocked and turned around in panic, but it was too late.
Several water drills wrapped around him silently like mist, and instantly wrapped him tightly once again. Even the wind wings behind him were restrained, and Gong Ao's body fell uncontrollably.
The giant crane flew over and caught Gong Ao's falling body. Ming Che also fell down and stood beside him.
"You traitor, I will never let you go even if I'm a ghost!" Gong Ao scolded angrily.
Ming Che looked at him condescendingly, Shui Lian came up to him and sealed Gong Ao's mouth.
Sit cross-legged, take a deep breath, and place your hands in front of your chest into a Tai Chi-like hand shape.
"God said that all things are born according to light. Light is equal. All life will be blessed by light..."
Following his voice, countless milky white divine lights overflowed from his fingers, condensing into a white line and wrapping around Mingyue's body.
In the city, many believers bowed their heads to the ground and began to recite along with him devoutly.
This is the Light Blessing Technique.
In the temple, Ming Che's offensive mystical skills may not be the best or the strongest, but his blessing skills made even the Great Priest of Guangming sigh.
Looking at the entire divine religion, there is no one whose blessing technique is purer than Ming Qing's.
Mingyue struggled to avoid the sword of King Aozhan. After all, it was due to excessive consumption. She was a little slow and a large piece of her robe was cut off.
Due to excessive force, the wound on his back tore open and the blood flow became more severe.
"If you were in your heyday, you might be on par with me now, but how can you be my opponent like this?!" King Aozhan looked at Mingyue's clothes he had cut off with disdain, "No.
Come on, surrender, you should also know what I want!"
"Huh!" Mingyue hummed, "Don't even think about it!"
"Then, die!" Ao Zhan Tianwang let out a low roar, dancing lightly with the big sword in his hand, and a golden sword light once again covered the bright moon.