If someone wants revenge, they must first go to the temple and file a death duel. The priest of the temple decides whether a duel should be approved on a case-by-case basis.

The reason for this is because for the Light Camp, every life is precious. On the difficult road to fight the fear species, no one is superfluous.

Even a waste like Qiu Fengzhi can cost an enemy attack, can it?

Of course, killing people behind your back doesn't have this worry. Those rotten aristocrats did not know how many dirty things they did behind their backs, and they did not see the Holy See interfering.

"Ugly monster, serve me and serve the Qiufeng family to absolve you of your sins. Now, you kneel down and swear to the dragon to become my house slave!"

Qiu Fengzhi raised his head high, as if he had done so as a gift. However, Leng Huo didn't even look at him, just lowered the hood a little, and left in a hurry, leaving Qiu Fengzhi on the spot.

Seeing all this happening, Qiu Fengzhi's whole body trembled, he pointed to Leng Huo's back, and roared angrily: "This pariah. He's just a lowly mercenary. How dare he, dare to disobey the noble me, I will kill him, kill him......"

Leng Huo didn't care about what was happening behind him, he looked up at the direction and walked quickly towards the Bright Sect. The alchemist's apprentice was not wrong when he said that the tallest building in Chixia City should be the temple of the Holy See of Light. In fact, in the cities of the Light Faction, this is almost a common practice.

It took nearly half an hour to squeeze through the surging crowd, and the cold fire finally reached the front of the church. He looked up and couldn't help but be amazed at the magnificence of this church.

Leng Huo is not a country boy who has never seen the world. Whether it is the ethereal and charming vine city in the green forest, or the misty mountain top city in the storm canyon, he has left his footprints.

But this church in Caxia City is different.

It successfully blends the traditional architectural style of the Blade clan with the beautiful and elegant architectural features of the Lingyin clan, which is unforgettable at first sight.

The foundation of the church is paved with white stone, without any variegation. Above the eighteen steps is a boxy square, as old-fashioned as the character of the Bladed Clan.

In the square, two rows of stone pillars are neatly arranged, a total of twenty-two. The surface of the stone pillar is a hollow carving, which is carved by the master of the Lingyin clan invited by the Bingmang family, which is beautiful.

In the dark night, the entire temple of the Holy See of Light would glow softly, which was the most direct manifestation of the divine power of the Dragon of Light in the red world.

At that time, there will be no shadows in the great temple, and all will be filled with light. And the square in front of the temple will be transformed into a brilliant world of light under the reflection of countless diamonds.

At the end of the pillar is the Chapel of the Holy See of Light.

The church is also made of white stone, which has both the atmosphere of thick walls and huge windows, and the beauty of carved balustrades, which not only do not conflict, but influence each other, merge with each other, and finally form this unique building.

The overall color of whiteness not only does not make the church look vulgar, but makes the whole church look holy. Although many people do not believe in the dragon of light, they always can't help but feel admiration when they see the church bathed in sunlight as if the dragon has descended.

The shamans of the Holy See of Light here are more laid-back.

After all, this is the rear of the bright camp, and it has been peaceful for many years. Even if a few dreads sneaked through the defense line and sneaked here, it was only a minor trouble for the Kingdom of Light.

That's why in the country tavern, there are dozens of mercenaries, and there is not even a strong man at the level of a swordsman. The strong, most of them are on the front lines of danger.

Leng Huo climbed the steps and found Qiuyang, Ziyan and others gathered in a corner of the square, next to the hollowed-out stone pillar. Qiuyang's faces were a little pale, obviously due to excessive blood loss.

However, their mental state is very good, although they are still wearing bandages, they are all in good spirits, which is naturally because the demonic energy is removed and there is hope for recovery.

With the shamans of the Holy See of Light expelling toxins and demonic energy, and the life potions refined by the shamans of the Emerald Sanctuary, the wounded warriors can quickly recover most of their injuries and return to the battlefield. Therefore, in the defense line of the gods, the status of the shaman is extremely high.

Of course, Qiuyang and the few poor people can't open the pot, so naturally they won't use the life potion anymore. This is also the reason why they have a bad face. Poor people, injured, can only rely on their bodies to resist, and then slowly recover.

Tie Dun and the others were talking, of course, mainly because Mogen asked with envy about the explosion of vindictiveness. His various weird questions made Qiuyang's face black, such as:

"Captain, after the outbreak of vindictiveness, has there been any obvious change in your body?"

"Yes, for example, I can hear the sound of gophers burrowing and the heartbeat of sparrows in the air. I can also hear the slow breathing of hibernating snakes and the moving ...... of grass seeds bursting from their shells in the ground."

Tie Dun had a caring expression on his face, and said earnestly: "Captain, who cares about this? I'm asking, has there been any change in the endurance of which aspect, has that part become bigger or something, and so on." ”

......

Not everyone is involved in these boring conversations. Tie Dun was carrying the broken shield of the sea pillar, and he was looking for a way to repair it with a sad face. And Haezhu was standing next to him and giggling.

Ziyan leaned against the stone pillar, and she took out each arrow with her left hand, juggling it flat on her index finger, checking whether their center of gravity had been damaged, and whether the wooden arrow shaft had been damaged.

These arrows were picked up after the battle with the Blood Spider, and they were all from the Emerald Shadow Forest, and she was reluctant to throw them away. If there was a slight flaw in one of the arrows, she immediately repaired it with the knife she held in her right hand, with a gentle hand. It was as if she was repairing not expendable arrows, but works of art in the temple.

Ziyan leaned against the stone pillar, tilted his head slightly, and a strand of purple hair hung down from his sideburns, with a weak and soft beauty. And the light flowing down from the stone pillar shone on the tips of her hair and the corners of her eyebrows, adding three points to the charm of Ziyan.

Suddenly, Ziyan found that the cold fire had come to the square, she smiled lightly, and instantly moved vividly. Purple Smoke shook his hand in a dashing manner, and the long arrow that was being examined flew back into the quiver behind him as if it had eyes. And the knife in her right hand disappeared like a phantom.

She stood dashingly, smiling at Leng Huo.

While greeting Leng Huo, Ziyan's toes kicked Tie Dun's ass fiercely. Tiedun was about to get angry, but when he looked up, he found that the cold fire had arrived. He opened his mouth wide and threw away the damaged shield in his hand, opened his arms to the cold fire, and cracked his mouth and laughed wildly.