The saint knelt on the ground, supporting her body with both hands, forcing herself not to fall.
Above her head, one after another... the souls of the dead were roaring.
They are either shrill, ferocious, or crazy... just wandering back and forth over the entire space.
The location we are in is no longer the house we were in before, but in a gray place.
When she wasn't feeling so uncomfortable before, the Saint saw something like a dark cloud at the top of the space, from which these dead souls would often fly out.
The Saint has not reached the ninth level, which is the state before the Holy Father, but she knows that she is not too far away from that level. After coming here, her understanding of space and power has obviously made a qualitative leap. Perhaps one day
, her body can sense and grasp the power that will bring about change.
Having been forced to that extent by Zhengxi and Duoyan before, apart from the known reasons, the saint might not have wanted to wait.
As long as they can reach level nine, Zhengxi, Duoyan, and even those old giants and masters who don't know where they have gone will come back immediately after knowing the news, and the Dawn Temple will once again become a force that cannot be ignored, let alone
Being oppressed by the Holy City, even Yunding Villa will have the courage to fight against him.
But why, now that I am just one step below level nine, am I unable to resist these dead souls? I can resist a little, but I can't break them!
The man named Said launched an inexplicable surprise attack before, and the people merged with a big flag. After that, all the people in the temple were absorbed by the dead souls that kept appearing.
Absorb the energy of... any situation.
Yes, including the energy on the equipment, the energy in the Horcrux, the energy in the body, life force, etc.
The appetites of these souls are so disgusting that even the best of them are disgusting.
The process was disappointing. The Saint resisted, but her body could not move. She could only let others suck away the energy. And she witnessed with her own eyes the fate of almost every member of the Dawn Temple in the Holy City.
She had cried, and even her tears would be sucked away. After what happened, she was moved to this strange space. On the ground, it was like a monitor. Everyone in the Holy City's Dawn Temple would appear on the ground.
Above, as time goes by, these people die one by one, losing their voices on the monitor.
As the leader of the Temple of Dawn, the Saint who wholeheartedly wants to settle her people well and take root on this new planet, you can imagine how cruel she is when faced with these scenes.
Later, she became numb, because almost all the people in the temple were dead, and the remaining ones were all strong men with high evolutionary levels and high strength.
She will never forget the way a person disappears into nothingness bit by bit on the picture. Compared with the broken limbs and bloody mess, this kind of picture is not so scary, but it has the kind of silent feeling that will penetrate deep into the bones.
The slaughter will make those who see it extremely desperate.
The maid who had been following the saint just disappeared and died. Chi Lian, who had always supported her firmly, could not withstand this suffering. First, the equipment on her body gradually disappeared, and then her own body.
In the end, even Zhengxi and Duoyan, who had just threatened her and wanted the saint to marry the lord of the holy city, could not escape the end of death.
It's just that they insisted on looking at the saint before the break. The saint understood the meaning in their eyes.
Avenge us, kill these people for us, avenge all the temple people!
The saint fell into madness, but the suction around her made her unable to move or even make a sound.
The robe of faith is broken, the crown of delusion is broken, the scepter of glory is broken...the arsenal of Dawn God is also broken.
The Saint understands that if she didn't have these equipment to block her, she wouldn't be able to survive until now, but these things are limited after all. Now, it's her turn.
The first thing that changed was that her skin, which was originally delicate and shiny, became dry and dull, her hair became as withered and yellow as weeds, and the flesh and blood of her body gradually shriveled up. For a saint who was in her prime, or at least in appearance, she was in her prime.
She has turned into a skinny old lady.
The people of this clan have high hopes, and they are entrusted with hope by their unruly subordinates, but the saint can do nothing.
Until a certain moment.
The entire weird space suddenly shattered, and the huge tattered ghost flag reappeared, but compared to the first time I saw it, it only felt tattered. In fact, it was not broken at all, and countless dead souls were on it.
It's just the gray-black mist that makes the flag look worn.
At the same time, the saint used her little remaining energy to feel a familiar yet unfamiliar aura.
That should be Ye Zhongming, the King of Genting. The difference is that it is more powerful than before, reaching the level of the Holy Father.
Hope returned to the saint again.
She even felt and grasped the power she had dreamed of!
There was constant energy in the surrounding space rushing towards her crazily. Feeling the huge changes in her body, the saint was frightened at first, and then burst into laughter.
She was frightened because she had officially realized the secret of reaching the ninth level. Under normal circumstances, she would have become a ninth-level superpower, but now that her body was broken and old, the crazy power pouring into her body would
Completely destroy the body!
Is this life?
The saint had such an idea, but she refused to accept it.
She saw clearly what Said was going to do.
This big flag should be a very powerful piece of equipment, extremely powerful, but to be effective, it requires a huge amount of energy. The tragedy is that the people of the Dawn Temple have become the source of this energy.
After storing enough energy, Daqi will start to deal with Ye Zhongming.
With just a flicker, a huge ghost head flew out from above and hit Yu Po and Black Cat at a speed that no one could control.
The saints are not them, but that doesn't stop them from feeling the top power.
Two ninth-level people fell directly from the air, and dark energy was constantly attacking them.
When the saint saw Ye Zhongming and several other ninth-level beings, they responded one after another. Some wanted to defend first, some wanted to attack, and some tried to stay as far away as possible.
"Ye Zhongming, I will help you, but you must promise me to kill the Lord of the Holy City and kill everyone in the Holy City!"
The saint's voice was very sad. After speaking, she didn't care whether Ye Zhongming answered or not. Before the flag started its second attack, her body suddenly straightened up, and then ignited a silver-white flame, followed by crazy laughter.
In the middle, the saint turned into a ball of heavenly fire and took the initiative to imprint into the banner!