Chapter 672: The Formation of Restraining the Demon King Han Yang
The Secret Realm of the Emperor, the Inner Domain, and the Holy Land of Dongluan.
Horrified.
Confused.
despair.
resentment.
Puzzled...
All kinds of mixed emotions.
In Dongluan Holy Land, all the priests of the three major temples were in a panic.
This is something they have never encountered before.
For tens of thousands of years, they have been accustomed to being aloof and no one dares to mess with them.
Although the six major dynasties and the ten major holy sects are the nominal rulers of the Tianwu Continent, when it comes to the secret realm of emperorship, those martial kings have to hide their tails between their legs.
Let them go to the Temple of Divine Grace to die, and they will die.
Let them go to the temple to worship, and they will worship.
Even if the law enforcement team of Shenwei Temple wanted to punish the Martial Kings of the Holy Sect of the Imperial Dynasty, they could only accept the punishment honestly.
Noble.
majesty.
Over the past tens of thousands of years, the priests of the Shenbang organization have become the best among men and the kings among kings!
But all this was broken by a man.
Demon King Han Yang!
Not only did he kill dozens of priests, but he also single-handedly killed ten of the twelve high priests.
The Shenbang organization was paralyzed and almost collapsed.
Especially when news came one after another that Demon King Han Yang destroyed all the temples in the outer realm and killed all the priests in the outer realm with one sword.
Unprecedented fear appears in everyone's heart.
It turns out that they will die too!
After tens of thousands of years, the fear of death once again permeated the hearts of all the priests.
Ever since, a funny scene appeared.
The priests of the three major temples of Dongluan Holy Land were running around like headless flies.
Some people tried to escape, but were quickly stopped.
There are only priests who died in battle and no priests who fled.
Even if they die, they will die in the temple.
"Bronze Priest! You can't do this! We are just low-level Martial Kings. Even if we stay here, it will not help! Why are we allowed to die in vain!"
"Bronze Priest! We have served the organization for many years, you can't just watch..."
"The Bronze Priest..."
In the temple, countless priests were shouting in front of the Bronze Priest, one of the seventy-two Disha priests.
These priests have all collapsed.
The copper priest sat high on the main seat and looked at everyone below with an indifferent expression.
The gaze of a ninth-level Martial King was simply unbearable for these low-level Martial Kings.
In just a few breaths, the clamoring priests all shut their mouths.
All of them were frightened and their eyes were full of helplessness.
Seeing that everyone became quiet, the Bronze Priest nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "Please disperse, don't let the people of the Imperial Sect see the joke."
Saw the joke?
This understatement almost made all the priests at the scene burst into tears.
"you……"
Just as a priest was about to speak, the copper priest glanced over with an indifferent expression.
The priest felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, he was speechless and did not dare to speak.
Looking at the frightened faces, the bronze priest was dismissive in his heart, but he still explained openly: "Don't worry, the high priest of February is already thinking of ways to solve the problem of the devil. I believe that there will be someone soon."
information……"
Unfortunately, his pale explanation was of no use at all.
Because the faith of the high priest has collapsed.
A year ago, the twelve high priests were god-like existences in the eyes of all the priests.
With just one word, they can make the priests willing to die.
But now...
Ten of these so-called "gods" have been slaughtered by the Demon King!
With such an existence, how can you convince the public?
Seeing that everyone still refused to retreat, a flash of anger could not help but appear in the Bronze Priest's eyes.
boom!
Terror is coming.
Almost all the hundreds of priests in the temple fell to the ground, unable to support themselves.
However, this level of intimidation has no effect at all in the face of death threats.
The priests were still glaring angrily, and some even had the halo of the fragments of the divine list emitting from their bodies, ready to resist.
At this moment, a figure entered from outside the hall.
"Stop it all!"
With a wave of the sleeves of the visitor's robe, all the pressure was dissipated.
"Golden Priest!"
"Meet the Golden Priest."
Golden Priest, Thirty-Six Priests of Tiangang.
Now, ten of the twelve high priests have died, and the remaining two have disappeared.
The few remaining Tiangang Thirty-Six Priests have become the backbone of everyone.
Priest Jin said calmly: "The High Priest of February indeed has a way to deal with it! Now I will teach you a set of formations. When Demon King Han Yang comes, he will die without a burial place!"
Formation?
All the priests were somewhat dubious.
The golden priest raised his hand, and hundreds of jade slips appeared, one for each person.
After taking a brief look at the formations recorded in the jade slips, the expressions of the priests began to change.
"Perhaps...it is really possible to kill Demon King Han Yang..."
At the same time, the other two major temples also received the same formation.
More than a thousand priests finally calmed down and were no longer as restless as before.
…
"Something's wrong..."
Outside the temple, two figures stood in the void, both looking slightly surprised.
Dong Luang Holy Land.
A holy place jointly established by the Dashang Dynasty, Yanyue Palace, and Xuanming Sect.
Even among the Seven Holy Lands, it is quite special.
These three forces, one good, one evil and one dynasty, can be said to be very representative.
The Dongluan Holy Land is also one of the top three holy lands among the seven holy lands in the Emperor's Secret Realm.
Every year, a large number of Martial Kings are qualified to go to the battlefield of all realms.
In recent days, the panic of the temple priests has been noticed by the three major forces.
To be honest, they were a little gloating about their misfortune.
The situation now is different from a year ago.
A year ago, Demon King Han Yang was the enemy of the Imperial Sect, and the martial kings of the Imperial Sect all wanted to kill him quickly.
But now, no one wants to be Han Yang's enemy.
Han Yang wiped out the outer realm and destroyed the temple. The six dynasties and the ten holy sects also tacitly chose to stand aside and watch.
I thought it would be a one-sided crushing.
It is really puzzling that the priests of the God List Organization can actually calm down again.
"Are they already ready to use their trump card?"
Tie Heiming Jiejie, the deputy leader of Xuanming Sect, said with a strange smile: "If Han Yang can force out the trump card of the Shenbang Organization, it will be a good thing for us..."
The man next to him, King Zhenbei of Dashang Dynasty, moved his lips, but in the end he said nothing.
He is not a lunatic from the Xuan Ming Sect and can do whatever he wants.
Even if Han Yang forced out one of the trump cards of the Shenbang organization, the Shenbang organization, which has controlled the Emperor's Secret Realm for tens of thousands of years, is still mysterious and difficult to defeat.
The six great dynasties and the ten great sects still have no chance of winning!
Tie Heiming noticed the attitude of King Zhenbei, and his eyes became more and more disdainful: "You so-called gentlemen, you just look forward and backward, and worry too much! The purpose of the Shenbang Organization has been clearly revealed. If you don't rebel now, are you waiting to be eaten by them?
Wipe it clean?"
King Zhenbei did not answer the question, and asked with a hint of confusion: "Why is the Supreme Elder Lian Xiyue of Yanyue Palace missing? She would never miss such excitement in the past."
Lian Xiyue, Zhenbei King, and Tie Heiming are the strongest martial kings who sit in the Dongluan Holy Land.
"she……"
Tie Heiming was about to speak, but his expression suddenly changed: "The Demon King is here!"
Hundreds of miles ahead, I saw wind and clouds surging.
A huge flying boat was coming at lightning speed.
It is surprisingly the car of Demon King Han Yang...