Yu Ling lowered his head and looked at the bloody hole in his chest. After struggling to say a few words, he fell headlong to the ground.
Ninth-grade Heavenly Dao Realm, fallen!
He probably never dreamed that with his own skills, he would die in the hands of two young people at the eighth level of enlightenment!
call!
Seeing this scene, the old man of the eighth level of heaven had no intention of staying any longer and hurriedly stepped aside.
Although he lost an arm, he could still retain at least 50% to 60% of his skill, and his teleportation speed was naturally not slow. In the blink of an eye, he was thousands of meters away.
"Honey, watch the guard commander of the City Lord's Mansion, don't let him escape!" Ling Hao confessed and chased after him.
He urgently needs to know the situation inside the church, so he naturally wants to catch him alive.
"Okay!" Qin Yuxin responded loudly and then flashed in Ma Qi's direction.
"Stay!"
After a while, after Ling Hao chased him for a certain distance, his eyes narrowed, and then he raised his hand and waved, and a barrier with a radius of eight or nine kilometers enveloped the two of them.
The old man, who was moving forward at full speed, bumped into the barrier and was bounced back, feeling dizzy.
Bang!
Just when he stabilized his body, Ling Hao raised his hand, and the air wave from Tian Xuan's finger hit the opponent's back without any hindrance.
The old man spat out a large mouthful of blood and then fell forward. He hit the barrier again and the barrier shook.
The old man who was originally seriously injured became even more unbearable. He could barely stand in mid-air, with blood pouring out of his mouth, and his combat strength was only 30%.
"Answer me a few questions and you'll live!" Ling Hao came to the other party.
"Don't waste your time!" The eighth-grade old man took a deep breath and continued.
"There is a strict hierarchy in the temple, and each level has its own information level!"
"If you want to know the overall combat power of the temple, just ask me. Even the third elder and the fourth elder may not know it completely!"
"Really? Then do you have any chips that can be used to save your life?" Ling Hao could naturally tell that what the other party said was true.
After a short pause, he continued: "You welcomed me to Nanman City. On the one hand, you arranged for two ninth-grade Tiandao to snipe me. On the other hand, you should have sent people to Honglan City, right?"
"You're not stupid!" The eighth-grade old man responded coldly after taking a deep breath.
"Who was sent? What cultivation level?" Ling Hao continued to ask.
"What, are you scared?" The old man smiled coldly.
"I can tell you that the leaders are two people from the Ten Heroes of the Holy Temple, one is an eighth-grade Heavenly Dao, and the other is a seventh-grade Heavenly Dao!"
"What are you targeting in Honglan City? Ling Hao spoke again.
Hearing what the other party said, he felt a little relieved.
With Bai Ling's current fighting strength, with all his strength, it shouldn't be a big problem to deal with an eighth-grade Tiandao and a seventh-grade Tiandao.
"I can't answer your question either. I don't know why the two of them left!" The old man shook his head.
"Are you talking back?" Ling Hao narrowed his eyes slightly: "Do you believe that I have countless ways to make you talk?"
"Haha, you are so conceited! You don't even know how powerful the Holy Temple is!" The old man smiled coldly, and then his tone became serious.
"I'll take the first step. You should come down and meet me soon!"
puff!
After the words fell, after a cloud of blood mist, the old man didn't even have any scum left.
Committed suicide!
"Is there really anyone who is not afraid of death?" Ling Hao frowned tightly.
