Everyone stood high and looked at the majestic temple in the distance, feeling a sense of powerlessness in their hearts.
That palace was like a holy sword pointing toward the sky, erupting with endless murderous intent, as if it were real.
The whole world was gray and dead, but a huge gap appeared in the sky above the palace, which looked like it had been directly pierced by the palace.
Above the gap, the space is like a solid body, showing an irregular zigzag shape.
This scene is really amazing.
The endless murderous aura soaring into the sky actually made the gap never close, maintaining such a torn scene.
Everyone was silent.
Such destructive power is completely beyond everyone's understanding, and only the likes of the Demon King can cause it.
Zhuo Yifan's demonic heart began to tremble violently.
Zhuo Yifan was stunned.
He suddenly felt a strange fluctuation.
The peerless sword intent that he had suppressed in the Heaven-Sealing Formation was actually ready to move.
Just like meeting a rival, I couldn't restrain my excitement and wanted to have a good competition.
Zhuo Yifan was shocked and quickly moved the formation to suppress the peerless sword intent.
But the sword intent that erupted at that moment was still felt by everyone in Qingtian City. Everyone was terrified and prayed devoutly, praying that the true god Zhuo Yifan could protect everyone and bless everyone.
In an instant, Zhuo Yifan felt the power of faith surge.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly. No wonder the great gods of the ancient Origin Clan always liked to deliberately cause disasters in their own world and then act as saviors. It turned out to be for this reason.
Of course, Zhuo Yifan would never do such a thing, it was just an accident.
"Master, what happened?" Fang Xingyun received a message in his mind: "Just now I felt the sword intention rioting, very violent. I dare not feel it for the time being. I want to follow the master. Can you let me go?"
Shall I come out?"
Zhuo Yifan said: "You feel it too? Well, it's not difficult to let you out alone. Maybe this place is really suitable for you to experience."
Zhuo Yifan looked at the Killing Temple in the distance with a smile on his lips.
A martial arts idiot like Fang Xingyun is really suitable for training in such a cruel environment.
Although it takes a lot of faith power to release a living body in this environment, the sincere prayers of the Qingtian City believers just now provided Zhuo Yifan with a lot of faith power.
His heart moved, and Fang Xingyun appeared in front of him silently.
"See Master." Fang Xingyun said calmly, but the two sword lights in his eyes flashed away and became invisible.
Zhuo Yifan looked at Fang Xingyun and marveled: "Brother Fang's recent progress is really amazing!"
Fang Xingyun said modestly: "We're still far from it. I haven't even realized one ten thousandth of that peerless sword intent!"
Zhuo Yifan choked, secretly shouting in his heart that the monster is a monster.
That peerless sword intention is so domineering, it is really scary to be able to comprehend it even one ten thousandth of it.
The sword intent brewing in Fang Xingyun's body is extremely terrifying, and it is moving infinitely closer to the peerless sword intent. The aura is very terrifying. If it were all released, I'm afraid it wouldn't be much weaker than the murderous intent permeating the wilderness.
In fact, Fang Xingyun's eyes were attracted by the Killing Temple in the distance at this moment. Two small swords were spinning rapidly in his eyes, and his fighting spirit was quite uncontrollable.
Zhuo Yifan said in surprise: "What did Brother Fang feel?"
"It's very scary and very powerful." Fang Xingyun looked at the Holy Land of Killing and said firmly: "I beg the master to allow me to fight with the existence somewhere, and no one should interfere."
Zhuo Yifan opened his mouth in disbelief. Although Fang Xingyun was a peerless genius and martial arts idiot, this request was too far ahead!
Even Zhuo Yifan was frightened by the terrifying aura emanating from somewhere and did not dare to contend with it.
But Fang Xingyun actually bluntly stated that he wanted to challenge someone somewhere. How confident is this?
"Brother Fang, don't be impulsive. Let's take our time!" Zhuo Yifan smiled bitterly: "The Slaughter Saint has killed more than a million souls in his life. He is still in a deep sleep. You must not wake him up.
Otherwise, he will kill everyone until death."
Fang Xingyun said proudly: "Master, don't worry, as long as I am here, his killing career will end."
Zhuo Yifan looked at Fang Xingyun intently, his heart moved, but he slapped him on the forehead: "Since you insist on doing this, I can only help you. Smelt this drop of Huangquan holy water, combine it with the Netherworld Golden Body Art,
It should be helpful to you."
Fang Xingyun looked at Zhuo Yifan in disbelief, but the next moment he closed his eyes and started refining.
Regarding the sudden addition of such a master to Zhuo Yifan, everyone turned a blind eye and no one asked.
It seemed that whatever Zhuo Yifan did was normal.
You can imagine how terrifying this belief is, and it can completely make believers subvert everything.
Everyone was not in a hurry to enter the city, because Zhuo Yifan knew that An Chen and others must still be in the city, and leading the army into the city now was undoubtedly to send him resources.
Even if they have faith, they cannot violate their soul oath. Otherwise, if the two conflict, these believers will probably die on the spot.
The army chose a location and stationed it.
For the sake of safety, Zhuo Yifan set up several large formations of the Source Clan around them. Even the masters of the Source Clan could not break through them in a short time.
Ouyang Qingzhi said: "Yifan, what are you going to do now? Although we have more than 10,000 soldiers, we have to be restrained in every aspect when facing An Chen and Yin Dang, and they cannot play their role at all."
Zhuo Yifan sighed: "Yeah, it's such a pity. Not only that, we can't let them have contact with An Chen and others, otherwise, it will become their help."
Ouyang Qingzhi said: "There is a killing book hidden in the killing temple. The goal of An Chen and others must be the killing book."
Zhuo Yifan disagreed: "The Saint of Killing is in a deep sleep, and the Book of Killing is in his mind. If you want to get the book, you must defeat him. An Chen and the others only have a few hundred people left around them now. How can they awaken the Saint of Killing?
?Even if they are awakened, they are seeking their own death, and no one can surrender to the Saint King of Killing."
Ouyang Qingzhi frowned: "That's true. The Saint King of Killing is actually not that powerful, but the Killing Book he practices is very strange. The more people kill, the greater the power. Under the influence of murderous intent, the opponent's strength is severely suppressed.
That’s why he’s so scary.”
Zhuo Yifan said: "Even if there is no murderous intent, his true combat power far exceeds the Mahayana stage. At least it is the realm of true demons, and it is also the realm of unrestricted true demons. Who can resist it?"