Chapter five hundred and ninety third blood-stained temple mountain
Zhaohui Temple Mountain.
A rare smell of blood filled the solemn temple.
In the central temple square, a corpse wearing a male priest's clothes was piled up like broken bricks.
The bright red blood dyed the holy statue red.
On the steps of the central temple, [Golden Left Hand] Zhuo Dingbo, who was wearing a red red robe of the sect leader, was breathing heavily.
There was a big hole in his chest the size of a sea bowl, with clear holes in the front and back. It seemed like a terrifying frost energy instantly destroyed all the organs, bones and flesh in this part of his body. The clothes disappeared instantly, and there was a layer of silver frost on the wound.
.
This is an absolutely fatal injury.
Even a great martial arts master would have no chance of surviving such an injury.
At this time, it was only the strong vitality that kept Zhuo Dingbo from dying on the spot.
He tried hard to raise his head and looked at the figure of the girl standing tall on the steps, with a trace of despair in his eyes.
Lost.
Losing miserably.
Zhuo Dingbo couldn't imagine why a god who had just been resurrected could have such powerful power.
Even if she returned from the battlefield in the divine realm and merged her soul and body, it would have been impossible for her to recover to this level of strength in such a short period of time without special encounters.
"I... am ashamed of my god."
Zhuo Dingbo's face was filled with shame.
The overall situation here has been decided, and the entire Chaohui Temple is completely under his control.
All plans went smoothly.
The god he believed in had left Zhaohui City and went to another temple to solve problems.
But unexpectedly, because of his carelessness, this god who was supposed to be dead would come back and take control of the temple.
And the news has not yet spread.
This will be a huge hidden danger for your own camp and the gods in your heart.
Archbishop Wangyue stood beside Ye Weiyang.
Looking at the temple soaked in blood, the joy of victory was slightly sad.
She looked down at the dying [Golden Left Hand] Zhuo Dingbo, with a trace of sympathy flashing in her eyes.
Putting aside the dispute of faith, Archbishop Mochizuki must also admit that this man's attainments in Shinto, his wisdom and strength are all worthy of respect.
It's a pity that he is under the crown of the Lord.
Of course, Archbishop Mochizuki also had a small doubt in his mind.
His Majesty's strength has recovered beyond imagination.
So much so that even the top heavyweights in the opposing camp like [Golden Left Hand] Zhuo Dingbo are vulnerable in front of His Majesty.
But at this time, Ye Weiyang, who had a cold face, looked outside the temple.
Because of the battle to seize the temple, the entire Temple Mountain has been temporarily sealed off. The energy fluctuations of the battle inside cannot be transmitted to the outside city, and she is the only one who can sense the changes that occur in the outside city to a certain extent.
Just now, Ye Weiyang vaguely felt a force comparable to a strike from a strong person in the Heavenly Realm, exploding outside the west city wall.
That was a force that she also had to pay attention to.
Because it can threaten her.
It wasn't Gao Shenghan, the heavenly being of the Beihai Empire, who took action.
Because before launching the liquidation against [Golden Left Hand] Zhuo Dingbo, she had a very detailed understanding of the top powerhouses in Zhaohui City today. As a heavenly being of the water element, Gao Shenghan’s power fluctuations were completely different from the power that exploded just now.
different.
This is very interesting.
In Zhaohui City, a second heavenly being appeared.
With the appearance of this mysterious celestial being, her originally planned pattern and originally laid out strategies will be completely changed.
However, it's not necessarily a bad thing.
Maybe it's an opportunity.
Ye Weiyang's face looked colder than ever before.
There was no trace of kindness in her eyes, which were full of danger and killing.
It feels like a demon crawling back from hell, about to carry out the most brutal and inhumane revenge.
"Mother-in-law, go down the mountain and find out for me what happened outside the west gate of the first city wall."
Ye Weiyang looked at Archbishop Wangyue and said without any doubt: "Go now, the sooner the better."
Archbishop Wangyue was not aware of what was happening in the outside world and was startled when he heard the words. However, when he saw Ye Weiyang's expression was so dignified and serious, he did not dare to neglect at all. He bowed to obey the order, turned around and left, turning into a stream of light, quickly
Go down the mountain.
At the same time, Ye Weiyang's eyes fell on Zhuo Dingbo, who was still breathing.
Zhuo Dingbo knew that there was no hope of survival, so he smiled bitterly: "I am willing to admit defeat and die, but please be open-minded and let these people behind me go. They don't know the real inside story, they are just following the right faith.
I am recruiting them to join the religion, and it is also in the name of Your Majesty..."
Ye Weiyang shook her head coldly.
"Those who turn their backs on God will never be forgiven."
She cruelly refused.
A hint of disappointment appeared on Zhuo Dingbo's face: "My Majesty's heart has been completely polluted by revenge. Now you are nothing more than a fallen evil demon. You are no longer worthy of the rightful belief. Hahaha
, it seems that my choice is not wrong, in that case..."
He suddenly seemed to have made a decision, and a powerful aura surged from his body that was comparable to the peak of his strength.
Ye Weiyang sneered.
She looked down.
Like looking at ants.
Zhuo Dingbo unleashed his final strength, but did not attack Ye Weiyang.
Instead, he suddenly turned around and pounced on the more than twenty male and female priests behind him.
They are his believers and followers.
They are also a group of people that Ye Weiyang identifies as those who have betrayed God and are unwilling to forgive.
Zhuo Dingbo's body erupted into a dazzling wave of silver light, covering the group of people.
And these people did not struggle or resist.
Their expressions were pitiful and solemn, and they allowed the final burst of power from Zhuo Dingbo to swallow them up.
Their lives, souls, beliefs and strength, at this moment, perfectly fit with Zhuo Dingbo's life, soul and beliefs, forming an unparalleled resonance.
The power formed by this resonance made Ye Weiyang change his color slightly and feel a little afraid.
A silver beam of light rose from the sky and pierced the void.
"O my spirit, listen to the last prayers of your followers."
It seemed to be Zhuo Dingbo's voice, and it seemed to be the voices of everyone, gathered together at this moment.
Ye Weiyang sneered: "Want to send a message to that evil god? Haha..."
She raised her hand.
The terrifying power of silver frost and ice surged instantly.
But in the next moment, she suddenly stopped and gave up her intention to stop it.
Ye Weiyang looked at the silver light pillar, breaking through the Shinto formations and restrictions covering the Temple Mountain, and conveyed the news here.
When the silver light beam dispersed, Zhuo Dingbo and the twenty-odd people were frozen in place like sculptures, with lifelike facial expressions. But when a gust of wind blew, the twenty-odd people disappeared like smoke.