The faces of the powerful people in the Holy Temple still remained with the calmness and arrogance of the previous moment, and the next second was occupied by horror. The terrified expression was like a frozen picture, left on their faces forever.

Immediately afterwards, the sword light ruthlessly enveloped them.

In an instant, a violent force swept over with a destructive force, like a hurricane that ruined the world.

The blood-colored armor on their bodies, which symbolizes the glory and strength of the Holy Church, broke inch by in front of this force; their protective light was also easily broken and dissipated like bubbles in the sun.

The muffled sound of the head falling to the ground was like a heavy death knives, which kept ringing one after another.

The bodies of more than a dozen powerful people in the Holy Temple fell down stiffly, as if they were puppets whose souls were removed.

Blood gushed out from their necks, like a fountain, instantly dyeing the ground a shocking scarlet red.

Their eyes were not closed yet, and the terrifying black light reflected in their pupils, and an incredible expression was frozen on their faces. It seemed that they could not believe that they would be defeated so easily.

The entire battlefield fell into silence at this moment, as if time had stopped flowing.

Only the buzzing of the Black Sky Sword echoed in the void, the sound was low and sad, as if playing an elegy for this cruel killing.

This shocking sword exhausted Ling Xiao's entire strength.

His face instantly turned pale as paper, bloodless, like a statue that had lost its vitality.

A large amount of black blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth, and the black blood dripped along his chin, splashing strange blood flowers on the ground.

His figure shook, like a candle in the strong wind, almost falling to the ground.

An extremely weak feeling surged from the depths of his limbs and bones, like a ferocious beast, gnawing on his body.

His meridians were burned by raging fire at this time, and the pain was unbearable. Every breath seemed to be tearing his soul.

Even the fingers holding the sword were trembling uncontrollably, as if they had already escaped from his control.

However, even in such a weak state, he still insisted on not letting himself fall.

There was still a fiery murderous intent in his eyes, which was like a burning flame and would never be extinguished: "But it is not impossible to fight again."

His voice, although weak, was full of determination and determination.

He knew very well that although this Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was extremely powerful and could be called a peerless divine weapon, it also caused great damage to the user.

If he uses this power again, he may really break his meridians and become a useless person, and he will never have a foothold in this world from now on.

So, he endured the severe pain in his body, mobilized the last bit of strength, and quickly put the Black Sky Sword into his body.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly formed seals with both hands and used the Demon Swallowing Technique.

As he moved, a dark vortex rose around him. The vortex was like a bottomless abyss, exuding a terrifying aura.

At this time, the essence and blood of the dozen powerful people in the Holy Temple seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, turning into blood lines, like a lively little snake, gathering towards Lingxiao.

These blood lines intertwined and hovered in the air, and were eventually swallowed by the dark vortex.

Essence and blood entered his body, and a powerful energy rushed into his body, like surging waves, slapped his meridians.

His aura continued to rise, and the energy of the Tianhe Realm condensed into substance in the Dantian, forming a huge energy vortex.

The power contained in the vortex is so powerful that it is suffocating, as if it can break through his body at any time, allowing him to complete a qualitative leap, just one step away from the breakthrough.

However, Ling Xiao forced his martial arts to suppress this force that was about to explode.

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes. Deep in his heart, he had his own persistence and consideration.

Even at such a difficult time in such a life and death, he did not want to break through easily, because he knew very well how precious the benefits brought by the Nine-Turn Reincarnation Master are, and he must not be wasted in vain.

As the energy was constantly absorbed, Ling Xiao's face gradually returned to rosy, like the clear sky after the rain, rejuvenating.

His breath also became calm and no longer as disordered as before.

He slowly raised his head, staring at the two saints of the Ice Flame and the One-eyed Old Monster who were fighting with the Shadow Demon.

A ferocious sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the sneer was filled with mockery and murderous intent.

At this time, the demonic energy around him boiled again, like a surging black flame, burning wildly.

The newest ⊥小⊥小⊥ said⊥⊥⊥⊥⊥⊥⊥⊥⊥⊥!

The murderous intent spreads out like substance, forming an invisible pressure in the air, causing the surrounding space to be distorted.

Kill! Continue to kill! These two words, like a curse, keep echoing in his heart.

Today, he will inevitably destroy this once arrogant church!

At this moment, Ling Xiao's eyes were filled with endless murderous intent, and that murderous intent seemed to burn the whole world.

He was like a life-seeking evil spirit coming from the Nine Nether Hell, and his body exuded a trembling and terrifying aura.

"You dare!" The voice of the Holy Lord of the Holy Temple came from the other end of the battlefield, full of anger and fear.

His face was distorted with rage, his facial features were almost squeezed together, his eyes were red, like a crazy beast, as if he was about to swallow Ling Xiao alive.

At this moment, the temple had suffered heavy losses under Ling Xiao's crazy attack, and all the elites were lost.

The absolute advantage that once surpassed other forces has disappeared in this short period of time.

The Holy Lord of the Holy Temple was both angry and fearful. He never thought that an existence they regarded as an ant could bring such a heavy blow to the Holy Temple.

The Holy Lord's nails were deeply pinched into his palms, and a sharp pain came, but it was difficult to soothe his anger.

The bright red blood slowly oozed out along the fingers, smudged on the snow-white robe, like the charming red plum blossoming in the dark night, shocking.

He stared at his hands that were blocked by the Green Spirit Sword, as if the sword was the most vicious curse in the world, and his throat made a dull roar like a trapped beast, full of resentment and resentment.

He hated! This hatred was like the boiling magma deep in the ground, surging wildly in his chest, almost burning all his internal organs.

In a trance, the tragic situation of elite corpses all over the world appeared in front of his eyes. Those loyal disciples who followed him in the past to fight south and north are now like dilapidated dolls, lying in a pool of blood.

Their pupils were still frozen with the fear and unwillingness before their death, and those empty eyes seemed to be silently accusing the injustice of fate.

The Green Spirit's offensive was like a tide, as dense as a sudden rain in summer.

Every time the sword in his hand swung, it teared the air and made a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
Chapter completed!