In the Holy City shrouded in fighting spirit, Ancestor Guangming looked at the approaching enemy with a sneer, without any worry, as if he had a sure chance of victory.
What other trump cards does he have?
This starts with the ten sacred legions. These ten legions are almost the oldest armies of the Holy Court of Light. They have existed since the founding of the country until now.
Different from other legions, the ten sacred legions have always followed ancient training methods and have a special inheritance.
"Set up the formation!"
The ancestor of Guangming opened his hands, and his ten fingers burst into dazzling light, covered with mysterious lines. If there were a skilled formation master here, he would find that these lines were incomplete formations.
Once the formations are combined together, terrifying power will erupt.
"Light array, dark light array, in place!"
"Array of Light, Array of Light, in place!"
"Array of Light, Array of Shadow and Light, in place!"
"Array of Light, Array of Brilliant Light..."
Ten loud voices echoed across the heaven and earth, and then ten light pillars shot into the sky, filling the air with varying degrees of brightness. If you look closely, you will find that these light pillars contain countless mysterious patterns.
The ten light pillars merged with the brilliance produced by Guangming Ancestor's fingers, towering into the clouds to form a mysterious pattern, constantly rotating, as if summoning something.
Buzz buzz...
The holy city began to tremble violently, and many buildings collapsed. Only the palace built in the middle was as stable as a mountain. Not only was it not affected in the slightest, it actually emitted a faint white light.
Suddenly, it gets bright!
The brilliance of the setting sun is as bright as day!
A huge shadow appeared in the sky above the Holy City. It was thousands of feet long. Its face was covered by a layer of energy, making it impossible to see its appearance. It had wings on its back and held a white scepter. White light bloomed all over its body, like a sun.
An aura that far surpassed that of a second-turn Saint King burst out from the shadow, making the world tremble.
Is he a third-turn holy king?
Or a fourth-turn Saint King?
No one can tell clearly!
But from the charging divine soldiers, all of them collapsed on the ground at this moment, we can deduce the power of the phantom.
"Bright Slash!"
The ancestor of Guangming roared loudly, clenched the sword with both hands, and slashed it down with all his strength.
The bright shadow follows the same action, and the endless energy condenses to form a sword energy that can kill everything and destroy everything.
"not good!"
Nie Feng's expression changed slightly, and he flew forward. If the sword energy was allowed to fall, the millions of divine soldiers he had worked so hard to cultivate would cease to exist, and their bones would be gone.
He must stop it!
He knows how to hide in shadow. Shadow hides his cultivation, his ambition, and many of his trump cards, but he never hides his true temperament.
It is precisely for this reason that the divine soldiers followed him in rebellion without hesitation!
"Law of light and darkness, kill!"
Nie Feng roared, condensing a sword energy behind his back, and faced the attack of the Emperor of Light.
boom!
There was a loud noise, like thunder piercing the ears.
Nie Feng's body was like a cannonball, hitting the ground hard, creating a huge crater and billowing smoke, obscuring everyone's vision.
"War King..."
The soldiers of the gods were worried, and they all looked at the huge pit shrouded in smoke. If it weren't for the strong pressure of the void, they would have stepped forward to rescue them.
"Ahem..."
The smoke and dust cleared, revealing the situation in the pit.
Nie Feng knelt on one knee, his sword stuck in the soil, his hair spread out on his shoulders, his chest heaving violently, and he was breathing heavily.
"Ha ha!"
Looking at Nie Feng's tragic situation, Guangming Ancestor laughed, perhaps feeling that the outcome was already decided, and said loudly: "Traitor, just wait to die! This bright shadow is caused by the luck of Guangming Shenting.
Possessing all the strength of the ten sacred legions, and with a cultivation level comparable to that of a fourth-level saint, you are dead this time!"
His tone was full of pride.
"Yeah?"
Nie Feng raised his head and showed a pale smile, which was very bright and unbridled.
Ancestor Guangming frowned slightly, having an ominous premonition.
laugh?
Isn't it time to cry?
Clang!
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a weapon being unsheathed from behind him, and then he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
"You...betrayed the Holy Legion?"
Ancestor Guangming turned around, his eyes widened, and he asked in disbelief.
"I was the King of War from the beginning, why would I betray this statement?"
The person who took action was none other than Li Tianwen!
He smiled slightly and turned the dagger with his hand. Black blood spurted out and dripped on the city wall, instantly corroding a big hole and emitting the stench of vomiting.
This series of changes came too fast and suddenly!
Before anyone could react, Guangming Ancestor was stabbed and poisoned, unable to circulate energy, let alone bless the formation.
boom!
The bright shadow gradually faded, and the formation automatically collapsed.
"Li Tianwen, you actually betrayed Shenting?"
"Li Tianwen, have you forgotten the support of the late emperor and how you got this level of cultivation?"
"Shameless villain, I will kill you!"
The other nine generals reacted and yelled angrily. Two of the hot-tempered generals launched a forceful attack to kill the traitor.
Nie Feng, who was in the deep pit, swayed and appeared on the city wall, blocking Li Tianwen.
The power of the second-turn Holy King made the nine warriors stagger back, not daring to make any mistakes and not even having the desire to take action.
"How dare I attack the Holy City without a trump card?"
Nie Feng looked at the poisoned Ancestor Guangming and showed a faint smile, as if to say that he was the final winner.
"you……"
The ancestor of Guangming glared angrily, his throat kept rolling, but he could not speak.
Nie Feng stepped forward and thrust his war sword into the body of Guangming Ancestor. The latter struggled a few times, slowly closed his eyes, and lost his life.
"Send the order, massacre the city! Leave no one behind!"
Nie Feng let go of his hand, and Guangming Ancestor fell to the ground. His cold and ruthless voice echoed in the sky.
"Kill, kill, kill..."
The army of gods roared and rushed into the city.
The defenders who lost the presence of Guangming Ancestor were unable to fight back and were killed one after another.
Then, the blade of the divine army was pointed at ordinary people!
The sound of killing reached the palace.
Minglong's face turned pale and his body shook like a sieve. He knew that the Court of Light was over.
He became the king of the Holy Court of Light who reigned for the shortest time.
"Ancestors, I'm here to accompany you!"
Minglong pulled out his sword and put it on his neck, preparing to commit suicide, retaining the last trace of his dignity.
"Want revenge?"
At this moment, a cold voice echoed in the spacious hall.
"who?"
Minglong danced his sword and looked around carefully.
"Jie Jie, join the Eternal Life Pavilion and you can take revenge!"
There were ripples in the void, and a man in black robes walked out, holding a black soldier in his hand. The aura he inadvertently revealed was far greater than the light shadow.
"Eternal Life Pavilion?!"
Mingkong's slightly hollow eyes showed deep hatred. He stared at the man in black robe and asked in a deep voice: "How can I trust you?"