The surrounding guardian elders all sneered in their hearts.

They are members of their own family who know their own affairs. They want to avenge the Holy Lord. Not to mention them, I am afraid not many of the believers below will believe it.

But this was just to find a legitimate excuse to attack the manor, and it didn't matter what the legitimacy was.

"Appease the people below, start the attack in ten minutes, and capture this manor within half an hour." Wan Heyuhao said ambitiously.

"yes!"

After receiving their orders, these people went to find their subordinates.

Zeng Guofan was the only one left beside Wan Heyu.

"Are you sure that the Holy Lord is dead?" Wan Heyu frowned slightly. Although Zeng Guofan had repeatedly assured him, he still felt a little uneasy.

Zeng Guofan said: "Deputy leader Wan, it is absolutely true. I am also involved in this matter. Is it possible that I will risk my own life to deceive you?"

Having said this, he felt a sense of boredom in his heart. Wan Heyu was a powerful figure of his generation. Even without relying on the Holy Lord, he could still achieve his great ambitions.

Such a person, even if the Holy Lord is dead, is still so cautious and full of fear of the Holy Lord.

It's no wonder that Wan Heyu didn't dare to make any other moves when the Holy Lord was alive. Even when the Holy Lord fell into a coma some time ago, Wan Heyu was still very well-behaved.

"Yes." Wan Heyu nodded slightly. Of course, he felt some subtle changes in Zeng Guofan's attitude, but it was harmless.

He and the Holy Lord have been brothers for how many years?

Regarding the understanding of the Holy Lord, he can be ranked among the top three in the world today.

He watched with his own eyes how the Holy Lord went from being unknown to the current demonic overlord.

Therefore, even if someone went to check the Holy Lord's body, it was arranged by Zeng Guofan and Elder Wang.

To outsiders, it seemed that Wan Heyu was upset because the two had a quarrel, so they were sent to do this task as punishment.

In fact, these two people have conflicts with each other, which can avoid one of them being bribed by Xiang Zhu.

Otherwise, if there is any abnormality, the other person will definitely report it to him.

Anyway, no matter what, the Holy Lord is dead.

Thinking of this, Wan Heyu's face showed a relaxed look: "If we kill Lin Xiaofeng and Xiang Zhu tomorrow, Zeng Dharma Protector's contribution will be great."

"I don't dare." Zeng Guofan looked happy.

How could such a huge movement in Wan Heyu be hidden from the people in the manor?

The entire manor was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

There is an extremely wide open space in the manor, and there are more than a thousand Holy Christians in white robes standing there.

The elders and protectors who were loyal to the Holy Lord stood in front of the open space with serious expressions.

Lin Xiaofeng, Fatty Huang, Qing Shui and Pang Chen were also there.

Lin Xiaofeng and Xiang Zhu stood among the crowd.

Xiang Zhu was the first to speak: "Today, the Holy Lord passed away, and Wan Heyulangzi's ambition was to get rid of me and Young Master Leng and seize the position of Holy Lord."

"We will fight to the death to protect the safety of the Holy Lady!"

Everyone roared in unison.

These believers are all the best among the best. They know that they may die in today's battle, but they have no fear on their faces.

"Everyone! The Holy Lord's heroic spirit is watching us from above the manor!" Lin Xiaofeng shouted loudly: "We will win this battle!"

"This battle must be won!"

These more than a thousand Holy Cult troops were excluding the Holy Cult members who were guarding outside the manor. The purpose of bringing them here to lecture them was to arouse their fighting spirit.

Afterwards, these thousand men and horses began to guard the interior of the manor according to the previously arranged positions.

"Master Pang, are you okay there?" Uncle He asked worriedly.

If among these people in the Shuanglong Sect, there are undercover agents placed by Wan Heyu to cause trouble inside, the situation will not be optimistic.

Pang Chen nodded confidently: "Uncle He can rest assured. They are all from Yunnan. How could they have caught Wan Heyu's eyes with their previous status?"

This sentence made many people, including Uncle He, feel relieved.

Pang Chen was right. After all, Wan Heyu could not have expected in advance that the Shuanglong Church would send elites to help. There was no time to deploy undercover agents.

At this moment, a shocking shout of murder rang outside the manor door.

"The fight started." Xiang Zhu sighed.

The internal battles within this holy sect are actually all fought with cold weapons.

Both parties were very sensible and did not use sorcery.

Otherwise, if thousands of people join forces to use sorcery, if one mistake is made, everyone on both sides will be ruined.

And if there are more people, if everyone uses magic to fight against each other, it is not as convenient as fighting with cold weapons.

There are too many people on both sides. If someone fails to master the evil arts, he will suddenly have a backlash and disrupt his own camp.

The wall outside the manor has become a Shura hell, with blood flowing everywhere and countless broken limbs.

The followers of the Holy Religion are already elite, and after joining the Holy Religion, they will have the ability to cultivate themselves.

The two sides started fighting, and for a while they were evenly matched.

However, as time went on, Xiang Zhu showed signs of decline.

The troops Wan Heyu brought this time totaled four thousand elites.

And Xiang Zhu only had 2,500, of which 500 were from the Shuanglong Sect.

Not to mention that the quality is not comparable to that of the Saints, there are only a thousand men and horses outside the manor, and the remaining thousand men and horses are stationed in Nuo Da's manor.

Listening to the screams of their brothers outside the wall, although each of them wanted to go out to help, they could not act rashly.

Everyone in the manor hall looked extremely unhappy.

"If this continues, this is not an option. Why don't we, the people from the Shuanglong Sect, push us outside?" Pang Chen asked.

Although he also felt sorry for the soldiers he brought out from Yunnan, he couldn't care so much about the current situation.

Uncle He shook his head: "Don't act rashly."

Even though Pang Chen respected Uncle He, he still couldn't help but say, "How about seeing a thousand of us being massacred outside?"

"It's not a massacre. They persisted for forty minutes, which is better than I expected." Uncle He said calmly: "According to my expectation, they will be attacked into the manor in twenty minutes."

When Pang Chen heard this, he could only stare.

"But why are we cowering like this?" Fatty Huang couldn't help but look at Lin Xiaofeng: "Xiaofeng, you usually have the most ideas, hurry up and think of a solution."

Lin Xiaofeng shook his head: "I usually come up with some small ideas, but like now, with thousands of people fighting, if I come up with any random ideas, I'm afraid I will end up killing a lot of people."

"Now, we can only listen to it here."

Lin Xiaofeng breathed a long sigh of relief and felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

This feeling made him feel very uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do. As he said himself, the current situation was beyond his control.
Chapter completed!