At this time, the one-eyed old monster was covered with wounds of varying degrees. Dark red blood gushed out, falling down along the hem of clothes, and blew shocking blood flowers on the dusty ground.

Yan Sheng's face was also pale as paper, with no blood, as if it had been drained from life.

The flame-long sword in his hand was dim, like a candle fire that was about to be extinguished. The hand holding the knife was still trembling unstoppable, as if the knife was weighing thousands of pounds.

The two of them looked at each other and saw a strong sense of fear in each other's eyes. The fear was like the essence, almost swallowing them.

Almost at the same time, they turned around, as if they were stray dogs, and fled towards the fortress of the Holy Church. In a panic, they smashed half of the stone pillars. The stone pillars fell to the ground with a scattered dust, as if they were playing a tragic song for their defeat.

When the two of them stumbled into the fortress, the heavy stone gate fell down and made a deafening loud noise. The sound seemed to collapse in the fortress.

Immediately afterwards, dark blue lights lit up around the fortress, and the light grew stronger from weak, as if countless blue stars were flashing.

Countless ancient runes emerged from the ground and walls. These runes are strange in shape, exuding a mysterious aura, and intertwined in the air to form a huge net of light.

When the formation was activated, the entire fortress began to tremble slightly, as if a dormant giant beast was awakening.

There was a heart-pounding pressure in the air, as if there was an invisible and extremely powerful hand that completely isolated the fortress from the outside world.

The surface of those light nets was filled with mysterious power. Any spiritual energy that was trying to approach, as soon as it touched the light net, bounced away instantly, forming an indestructible barrier around the fortress, like a barrier of gods.

"Trouble!" Ling Xiao looked at the formation that was flashing with faint light, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, as if a huge rock was thrown into the calm lake, ripples arose.

He clenched his fists, and the joints made a "crack" sound due to the force. The sound was particularly clear in the quiet air, exuding a sense of determination.

The Shadow Demon let out an angry roar, and the demonic energy surging around him, like a black tide, surging.

The demonic energy turned into countless black tentacles and swept towards the formation. Wherever the tentacles went, the air was twisted.

However, as soon as the tentacles touched the formation, they made a "sizzling" burning sound, as if they were licked by fire, and instantly dissipated in the air, leaving only a wisp of black smoke.

Ling Xiao waved several red sword lights one after another, and the sword light cut through the sky like a meteor, with the moment of destroying the world, but when he touched the formation, he was bounced back by a transparent barrier. The sword light hit the ground and exploded deep pits.

As the dust flew, his brows became tighter and tighter, his eyes full of unwillingness. The unwillingness was like a raging fire, burning in his heart.

After a moment, Ling Xiao suddenly sneered, with a bit of ruthlessness and determination in his smile, as if he was gambler who was gambled all the time.

He reached into his arms and took out a pitch-black demon array plate.

The surface of the array plate is engraved with hideous magic patterns. The patterns are like living creatures, with strange red lights under the moonlight, as if countless evil eyes are peeking at them.

Ling Xiao quickly formed seals with his hands, his movements were like flowing clouds and water, but with extreme concentration. He muttered words, his voice was low and mysterious, as if he was summoning an ancient demon god.

With his movements, the array plate was suspended in the air and emitted black light. Wherever the light went, dense holy patterns began to appear on the ground. These holy patterns intertwined each other and gradually formed a huge circular formation.

"Since you don't want to come out, don't come out. Stay in the fortress of the Holy Church and wait for death." His voice was cold and low, echoing in the night, with a chilling murderous intent, as if the strong wind of winter could freeze the soul.

It took him a full month to complete the arrangement.

During this month, he kept urging his spiritual power day and night, and the consumption of spiritual power made him exhausted.

Sweat soaked my clothes countless times. The clothes were dry and wet, wet and dry, leaving behind a piece of sweat stain.

His face became paler, as if he had been sick for a long time, but his eyes were always firm and he had never wavered.

And on the side of Zhaixing Tower City, the battle has come to an end.

The royal powerful men led by Liu Wu went down the mountain like a tiger, with great momentum.

The weapons in their hands were flashing with cold light, and each wave was fatal, forcing the remaining people from the temple into desperate situation.

On the battlefield, screams and weapons collided one after another, intertwining into a tragic music.

The streets were stained red with blood, and the redness was shocking, like a winding river of blood.

The bodies piled up like mountains, witnessing the cruelty and bloodiness of this cruel battle.

Except for the White Robe Palm Sacrifice and the Holy Lord, none of the other people in the Holy Church survived and were all killed and became victims of the war.

"Liu Wu, you are looking for death!" The Holy Lord of the Holy Hall stood in the distance, trembling with anger, like falling leaves in the strong wind.

His beard trembled up and down with violent gasps, and fire almost spurted out from his eyes, and the anger seemed to burn out everything in the world.

Not only did he fail to kill Ling Xiao, but he suffered heavy losses and damaged many powerful men under his command. How could he not be angry, who has always been arrogant?

Liu Wu sneered, and the golden dragon armor he wore shone with dazzling light in the sun, which shone dazzlingly, demonstrating the majesty of the royal family.

The dragon-slaying sword in his hand was still dripping with blood, and the blood fell down drop by drop, smudged blood flowers from the clouds.

"I'm looking for death or not. I've done it anyway, so I don't plan to regret it!" His voice was sonorous and powerful, full of fearlessness and domineeringness, as if a bell rang, echoing between heaven and earth.

"You!" The Holy Lord of the Holy Hall was furious, clenched his hands into fists, his nails were deeply pinched into his palms, and blood was instantly oozing out of his palms, but he was unaware of it. His anger made him lose his perception of the pain, but he was helpless.

At this time, he was entangled by the Green Spirit. The green spirit's vines were like countless tough ropes, tightly bound him and could not escape, let alone crossing the Green Spirit to deal with the royal family of the Dazhen Dynasty.

"White robe, let's go!" The Holy Lord of the Holy Hall looked at the tragic battlefield below, and a trace of unwillingness and loneliness flashed in his eyes. The trace of emotion was fleeting, but it was filled with endless setbacks.

He sighed deeply, and the sigh seemed to carry the vicissitudes of thousands of years. He called the White-robed Priest, and the figures of the two turned into two streams of light and broke through the air, leaving only a messy battlefield and the fortress shrouded by formations.
Chapter completed!