Holy Lord Ningyan's heart skipped a beat and he frowned slightly. "What's the fight? Are the rebels starting to attack?"
A hint of sadness flashed across the delicate face of the Rain Spirit Saint. Did the rebels finally attack? Can this base be defended?
She was not afraid, but worried. She was worried that Master would force her to leave. She had been raised by Master since she was a child, and she had never thought about leaving Master, let alone such a life-or-death separation.
Deep down in her heart, she was always ready to fight to the end for the Holy Land, but she had never been mentally prepared for that.
Holy Lord Ningyan did not pay attention to the mood of Holy Lady Rain Spirit, but waved his hand: "Let's go and take a look."
At this time, the sentry regained his composure and quickly shook his head and waved his hands: "No, no, Lord Holy Lord, please listen to me clearly. It was not the rebels who launched the attack, but someone else launched the attack on the rebels."
"Is there such a thing? Are the reinforcements really arriving?" Saint Rain Spirit's beautiful eyes lit up, "Master, our reinforcements have arrived!"
Holy Master Ningyan, however, was mature and prudent: "Don't be too happy too early. Maybe it's just a trick directed and performed by the ancestor of Jinzhong to lure us out. We should remain unchanged to cope with all changes."
Having said that, Holy Lord Ningyan still took Holy Lady Rain Spirit towards the outer edge of the formation. Obviously, she also wanted to take a closer look to see if reinforcements were really coming.
If reinforcements do arrive, it will undoubtedly be a great joy.
Standing on the edge of the formation, looking at the outer edge of the deep valley.
The peripheral teams were densely surrounding the entire deep valley, and rebels from all walks of life were occupying every passage, almost blocking all the roads out of the base.
Seeing such a dense siege, Holy Lord Ningyan was also irritated. She was not afraid of risking her life, but she still wanted to send her beloved disciple out. Looking at the density of the siege, it was really not that easy to send away the Holy Maiden of the Rain Spirit.
Easy thing.
However, after looking carefully for a while, Holy Lord Ningyan discovered that there seemed to be a certain degree of commotion among the rebels outside the deep valley.
Especially the closer to the periphery, the more obvious the commotion becomes.
However, standing on the edge of the formation, it is not easy to see clearly what is happening outside. After a while, the restlessness on the outside became obviously more intense.
The outer void seemed to be suddenly dyed with color. Red clouds continued to advance from the distant sky, constantly devouring the void here.
That kind of speed of advancement is neither fast nor slow, but full of the pressure of a strong person, giving people an extremely depressing sense of oppression.
Dark clouds have been pressing down on the city since ancient times, but now the red clouds are pressing down on the city, and the sense of oppression and collapse is overwhelming.
The rebel team was originally in a very stable formation, but at this moment, there was a serious commotion and the formation began to become chaotic.
Suddenly, a sharp whistle came from the void.
The next moment, a person suddenly shot out of the void, squatting in the sky, and suddenly shook his hand and dropped something: "You rebels, listen, the ancestor of Jinzhong has no bones left, and all the seven leaders of your rebels have been killed. This
It’s their heads…”
This person is naturally Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen was like throwing a ball, one after another, and the heads of the seven leaders were thrown down one after another.
The bloody heads fell into the ranks of the rebels one by one, causing a huge commotion.
Someone caught the head and took a closer look and found that the head was actually the real one. It was really the head of the seven chiefs who had just left.
The heads of the seven leaders still had their eyes wide open, looking like they were still dead. Their expressions were as if they had experienced the most terrifying thing in the world before they died.
"Ah! It's really them!"
"How could this happen? Oh my god, what on earth is going on?"
"Even the ancestor of Jinzhong was killed? How is this possible?"
When the rebels saw the head of their leader, they immediately became commotion, and their faces changed drastically, full of fear.
This unknown fear instantly occupied their bodies and minds.
The deputies of the seven rebel leaders quickly squeezed into the crowd, took the head in their hands, and examined it carefully. Obviously, they could not accept this reality for a while.
However, when they got the head in hand and examined it carefully, they finally confirmed that this head was indeed the head of the seven leaders.
In other words, all the seven leaders of their army died just a moment after they left.
Several deputies looked at each other, and the arms holding the leader's head were trembling slightly. Obviously, this sudden blow disrupted the rebels' deployment and broke their hearts.
"How could this happen? Who is this god? Killing seven leaders in an instant is definitely not something that a strong demigod can do. Could it be that he is a god?"
Once the word "god" flashed in their hearts, they immediately felt twitching in their hearts. If the word "god" came, then all of them would probably die without a burial place.
The terror of the gods is definitely not something that these guys can resist. Even if there are more of them, it will not help at all.
In a battle between gods, that kind of numerical advantage is not needed at all.
"Have you seen this golden bell? This is the golden bell ancestor's magic weapon, but now, it is used as a toy by me." Jiang Chen slapped the golden bell hard, with a wanton smile on his face.
Seeing the golden bell emerging, the deputies were completely dumbfounded.
These deputies naturally recognized the treasures on which the Jinzhong Patriarch was famous. When they saw the natal treasures of the Jinzhong Patriarch, they all fell into their hands as toys.
This kind of psychological blow immediately made the deputies break out in cold sweat.
"Who is that kid?" Several deputies stared at him, completely confused.
Everyone shook their heads. Apparently, they didn't recognize this murderous god who suddenly appeared.
"He looks very young? Can this kid kill the ancestor of Jinzhong?"
"It's not like that. Although this guy is good, he is obviously not a god? How could this be?"
The deputies were completely dumbfounded. They only relied on instinct to maintain the team, suppressing the team's commotion and preventing the team from collapsing directly.
As for the formation, Holy Lord Ningyan was also confused, and she also didn't understand it.
Saintess Rain Spirit asked in a low voice: "Master, who is this person? We don't seem to have this person in our Holy Land, right? Could it be reinforcements from outside?"
Holy Lord Ningyan is also confused now, and she doesn't know this young man. At first, she thought it was a trick played by the ancestors of Jinzhong and others.
However, what the young man dropped was indeed the head of the rebel leader. Holy Lord Ningyan still had this judgment.
In this way, it is basically certain that the people coming are reinforcements, and they are friends rather than enemies of Zhenwu Holy Land.
"Has the ancestor Jinzhong really fallen?" Holy Lord Ningyan is full of doubts. If the ancestor Jinzhong has fallen, then at least half of the worries in her heart can be eliminated instantly.
And if the seven leaders also fall, even if the number of these rebels is doubled, they will not be enough to pose a threat.
Leaderless!
In the world of martial arts, sometimes it’s not about numbers at all.
If the advantage in absolute strength is obvious, the disadvantage in numbers can be completely offset.
"Master, what is that?" Saint Rain Ling suddenly interrupted Saint Ningyan's thoughts and asked in a hurried tone.
"What?" Saint Ningyan followed her voice and looked outside.
But behind the young man, he saw red clouds suddenly rolling in. From the red clouds in the sky, a giant spirit slowly rose up, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
This giant spirit flapped its wings, and its body actually covered half of the void.
The arrogant head looked up to the sky and howled loudly, the sound waves rolled, and the power of the divine consciousness suppressed it, and the monks below fell to the ground like waves of wheat blown by the strong wind.
Some monks with weaker cultivation vomited blood and could no longer stand up.
The deputies' expressions changed drastically. They quickly covered their ears, turned into streams of light, and began to flee as fast as they could. Apparently, they also realized that a life-and-death crisis was approaching.
"That's...Suzaku?" Holy Lord Ningyan suddenly had an idea in her mind, and the next moment, she suddenly remembered many rumors.
Seen from a distance, this giant spirit that covers the sky and the sun is full of power, giving people the impression of swallowing up the sky and eating the earth.
"Suzaku? Is it the bloodline of the four legendary beasts?" The Rain Spirit Saint was also extremely surprised.
"Could it be that the people who came are really reinforcements from the Eternal Holy Land?" Holy Lord Ningyan murmured to himself, his beautiful eyes filled with anticipation.
Seeing her master's expression change from gloomy to clear, Saint Rain Spirit felt a little more at ease.
At least, she knew that Master's mood was improving.
"Master, are you really from the Eternal Holy Land?" The Rain Spirit Saint looked at the giant spirit in the sky, and then looked at the figure on the giant spirit's back.
"Who is that person? How can he control a Suzaku?" The Rain Spirit Saint was also filled with doubts.
In her understanding, aren't the bloodlines of the four great beasts very proud? How could they allow humans to ride on their backs? Are they willing to be controlled by human monks?
"It seems that the rumors are indeed true. The information we received said that the situation in the Eternal Holy Land was not much better than that of our Zhenwu Holy Land. But a young genius appeared in the sky, controlling a Suzaku beast, turning the tide of the battle and fighting wits.
The fighting power completely shattered the rebel alliance of the Eternal Divine Kingdom. Then they defeated each one, destroyed the royal family of the Eternal Divine Kingdom, and wiped out the Xiahou family who led the rebellion, settling the world in one fell swoop. I always thought that the Eternal Holy Land was to create heroes in troubled times.
That’s why it was promoted like this. Now it seems that there is no false propaganda in the Eternal Holy Land.” Saint Ningyan’s tone was more complicated.
On the one hand, she was excited about the arrival of reinforcements. On the other hand, seeing that the Eternal Holy Land had such a genius, she estimated that the gap between it and the Zhenwu Holy Land would widen in the future.
Moreover, if the Eternal Holy Land sends reinforcements this time to help the Zhenwu Holy Land rescue the siege, then the Zhenwu Holy Land will owe the Eternal Holy Land a huge favor.
Of course, it makes no sense to think about all this now. The top priority is to get out of trouble and put an end to the chaos. Seeing that the Eternal Holy Land has sent this young genius and the sacred beast Suzaku, at least it can be seen that the Eternal Holy Land is very sincere.
The friendship between the two holy places is clearly evident at this time!
(The second chapter is here! There are two more chapters, which will be released one after another. Please be patient and wait, it will be completed tonight.)