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- In the previous chapter, I wrote a wrong name. It was not "Yun Zhongjun" but "Yun Zhongsheng".
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The tyrannical power that emerged from the body of the corpse in the cloud was released like a violent wind and rain, shattering Feng Yan's clone.
At the same time, explosions were also heard from the other two directions.
The bodies of the other two supreme sages in the Confucian world also exploded and turned into blood mist. The terrifying energy was vented in all directions, causing all the dense Dao locks on the island to appear.
Three shocking bloody pits were left on the ground.
The three supreme saints did not self-destruct the holy source, but were killed by powerful monks using ancient secret methods. If he self-destructs the Holy Source, even if Feng Yan has the cultivation level of a demigod, he may be seriously injured or even die.
Only two spiritual masters who were at the early stage of the sixty-ninth level used spiritual escape techniques and retreated far away to save their lives. However, they were all trembling with fear, staring at Feng Yan with horrified and angry eyes.
They believe that it was Feng Yan who killed the three major leaders in the Confucian world.
"Emperor Yan, you are too ruthless. What grudge do we, the Confucian community, have against you? You have bullied others too much!" One of the sixty-ninth-level spiritual masters at the early stage said with a ferocious expression.
Another sixty-ninth-level spiritual power great sage shed tears sadly and said angrily: "The Confucian community just wants to avenge Gong Yangmu, what crime is there?"
Feng Yan was stunned for a moment, knowing that he had been tricked.
¡°Be careful, get back quickly.¡± Shu Qianchi¡¯s voice sounded from behind.
Feng Yan sensed the dangerous aura and was about to retreat, when streaks of white light appeared in his six pupils.
Twenty-four sacred swords of the king, blessed by the divine power of light, flew from twenty-four different directions.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh"
Each sword is the level of the four yuan kings, and the same material is used for casting. The inscriptions carved on the sword are all related to each other.
These twenty-four swords are called the "Twenty-Four Judgment Sword Formation".
It is run by twenty-four elders from the Judgment Palace, all of whom are at the highest level of cultivation.
Twenty-four war swords were activated at the same time, and the inscriptions on the war swords escaped, connected with each other, and intertwined into a sword network, combining the power of the war swords together.
Twenty-four supreme sages shouted in unison: "Behead Fengyan and avenge the sage of Confucianism."
"Boom!"
Twenty-four war swords flew by, and Feng Yan's purple-green chaotic sea domain was torn open, as if it were made of paper, and it could not withstand it for a moment.
Feng Yan's six arms were waving at the same time, either to shoot out the sacred weapon or to perform the sacred spell, and collided with the twenty-four war swords. However, it only lasted three breaths before his protective defense was broken.
A sword flew past the left side of his head, leaving a deep bloody gash, and his head was almost cut off.
The blood vessels in the neck were broken and blood gushed out.
Another war sword hit his chest. Although it was blocked by layers of holy light, it still hit Feng Yan with severe pain in his internal organs, causing his body to step back dozens of steps.
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There are too many war swords, and each one is activated by the supreme sage.
The war swords formed a sword formation, breaking through the Dao realm, attacking flaws, cutting off the physical body, and attacking the holy soul. Even if Feng Yan had three heads and six arms, he could not stop him. He was frequently injured and surrounded by dangers.
It is even more impossible to retreat back to the circle. There is a war sword blocking his retreat.
The twenty-four elders of the Judgment Palace flew from all directions and landed outside the Green Pear Garden.
They all wore white holy robes, their faces were old and wrinkled, and their bodies fluoresced like jade. The youngest one is over 8,000 years old. The oldest one is 24,000 years old.
They formed sword fingers and controlled the holy sword.
"Revenge for fellow Taoist Yun Zhongsheng."
"Beheading Fengyan, leader Chen Tiantu will not die in vain."
"The Palace of Judgment kills the evil!"
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Being called evil by the other party caused an unknown fire to surge out of Feng Yan's body. He was completely disappointed with the Temple of Light. It was disgusting to confuse right and wrong and frame him up like this.
"Second brother, let me help you."
Xiang Chunan rushed out of the circle, a steady stream of holy energy gushed out from the palms of his hands, and he sacrificed the metal magic crown.
The Demonic Crown became as huge as a cauldron, releasing a vast amount of demonic power. As it rotated, it formed layer after layer of huge waves of supreme power, impacting the Twenty-Four Judgment Sword Formation.
"The power of light purifies the evil spirit." A person from the Judgment Palace??Erupted into a pseudo-god-level combat power.
"I am the God of Judgment of the Judgment Palace. With my status, I should not take action against you. However, you dare to capture me, the Grand Palace Master of the Judgment Palace, and challenge the authority of the Temple of Light. I will kill you no matter what today. ." The voice of the God of Judgement was as cold as a knife.
Zhang Ruochen was not intimidated by the other party's divine power and said: "The envoy misunderstood. I did not capture the Grand Palace Master, but just invited her to the Green Pear Garden as a guest."
"In that case, let her come out. The monks in the Judgment Palace are very worried about her safety." The God of Judgment approached Zhang Ruochen step by step, and the aura under his feet turned into an ocean.
Zhang Ruochen glanced at the incoming sea of ??divine energy, shrugged, and said: "She is the Grand Master of the Judgment Palace, how can she listen to me. Why don't you call her and try?"
"Forget it, I don't want to listen to your sophistry anymore, so I'll kill you first, and then level the Qingli Garden. Naturally, I can rescue the Grand Palace Master." The Judgment God has an elegant temperament and speaks very calmly, but there is murderous intent in his eyes. surge.
Zhang Ruochen quickly retreated and said, "If the gods interfere in the secular world, aren't they afraid of punishment by heaven?"
"This divine envoy is not meddling in the secular world, I just want to save the Grand Palace Master. Besides, I suspect that you are also a false god. I have to test your strength."
The God of Judgment activated the divine power of the Star Soul God's Throne, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed it with his fingers.
A divine hand that was tens of feet long appeared above Zhang Ruochen's head, freezing the space and suppressing the rules of heaven and earth. It was so powerful that it was not weaker than the attack of the false god.
(Do you think that the strength of the Judgment Palace is too strong? In fact, in the setting, this is only part of the strength of the Judgment Palace. Just like the Death Palace, one of the twelve palaces of the Temple of Destiny, ten demigods can be easily mobilized Same. This is not the full strength of the Death Palace!) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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