Chaohui Temple Mountain.

A smell of blood rarely seen on weekdays permeated the solemn temple.

In the central temple square, a corpse dressed in the clothes of a priest was piled up like broken bricks.

The crimson blood stained the holy idol red.

On the steps of the central temple, Zhuo Dingbo, the [Golden Left Hand] wearing the crimson palm god robe, gasped for breath.

There was a large hole in his chest the size of a sea bowl, which was translucent from front to back, as if there was a terrifying frost energy that would instantly destroy all the organs, all bones and flesh and blood in this part of him, and the clothes disappeared in an instant, and there was a layer of silver frost at the wound.

This is an absolute fatal wound.

Even if it is a great martial arts master, under such an injury, there is absolutely no possibility of sparing.

At this time, it was just a strong vitality that supported Zhuo Dingbo from dying on the spot.

He looked up with great effort, looking at the figure of the girl standing tall on the steps, and his eyes couldn't help but show a trace of despair.

Lost.

Lost badly.

Zhuo Dingbo couldn't imagine why a god who had just been resurrected could have such great power.

Even if she returned from the battlefield of the Divine Domain and fused her divine soul and body, it would be absolutely impossible for her to recover this level of strength in such a short period of time without special circumstances.

"I ...... Shame on my God. ”

Zhuo Dingbo's face was full of shame.

This is already a scene where the overall situation has been decided, and the entire Chaohui Temple is completely under his control.

All the plans went well.

The god he believed in had left Sunrise City to solve the problem in another temple.

But unexpectedly, because of his carelessness, this god who should have died made a comeback and took control of the temple.

And the news has not yet spread.

For their own camp, for the gods in their hearts, this will be a huge hidden danger.

Archbishop Mochizuki stood by Ye Weiyang's side.

Looking at the temple soaked in blood, the joy of victory brought a slight sadness.

She looked down at the dying [Golden Left Hand] Zhuo Dingbo, and a hint of sympathy flashed in her eyes.

Putting aside the battle of faith, Archbishop Mochizuki must also admit that this man's attainments in Shinto, his wisdom and strength, are worthy of respect.

It's a pity that he crossed to the throne

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Of course, in the heart of Archbishop Mochizuki, there was also a small doubt.

The recovery of the strength realm under the crown is beyond imagination.

So much so that the top heavyweights of the opposing camp like [Golden Left Hand] Zhuo Dingbo are also vulnerable in front of His Majesty.

At this time, Ye Weiyang, whose face was cold, looked out of the temple.

Because of the battle for the palace, the entire Temple Mountain has been temporarily blocked, and the energy fluctuations of the battle inside cannot be transmitted to the outside city, and the changes that have occurred in the outside city can only be perceived by her alone.

Just now, Ye Weiyang vaguely felt a force comparable to the blow of a powerhouse in the Heavenly and Human Realm, exploding outside the western city wall.

It was a force that she had to take seriously.

Because it can threaten her.

It wasn't Gao Shenghan, a celestial of the North Sea Empire, who made a move.

Because before launching the liquidation of the [Golden Left Hand] Zhuo Dingbo, she had a very detailed understanding of the top powerhouses in Zhaohui City today, and Gao Shenghan was a celestial of the water system, and the power fluctuation was completely different from the power that exploded just now.

That's where it gets interesting.

In Zhaohui City, a second celestial appeared.

With the appearance of this mysterious celestial, the pattern she originally planned and the strategy she originally arranged had to be completely changed because of this.

Not necessarily a bad thing, though.

Maybe it's an opportunity.

Ye Weiyang's face was unprecedentedly cold.

There was not the slightest mercy in her eyes, and they were full of danger and murder.

It feels like a demon crawling back from hell and about to take revenge in the most brutal way.

"Mother-in-law, you go down the mountain and inquire for me what is happening outside the west gate of the first city wall. ”

Ye Weiyang looked at Archbishop Mochizuki and said unquestioningly, "Go now, the sooner the better." ”

Archbishop Mochizuki did not perceive what was happening in the outside world, and was stunned when he heard this, but seeing that Ye Weiyang's expression was so solemn and serious, he did not dare to slack off at the moment, bowed down to answer the order, turned away, turned into a streamer, and quickly descended the mountain.

At the same time, Ye Weiyang's gaze fell on the body of Zhuo Dingbo, the [Golden Left Hand] who was still breathing.

Zhuo Dingbo knew that there was no hope of survival, and smiled bitterly: "I am willing to admit defeat and accept death, but please open the net and let go of these people behind me, they don't know the real inside story, they just follow the righteous faith, I pull them into the church, and it is also in the name of the crown."

Righteous ......"

Ye Weiyang shook his head coldly.

"He who turns his back on God will never forgive. ”

She brutally refused.

A hint of disappointment appeared on Zhuo Dingbo's face: "Your Crown's heart has been completely polluted by revenge, and now you are just a fallen demon, and you are no longer worthy of the righteous faith god, hehehe, it seems that my choice is not wrong, since this is the case......"

He suddenly seemed to have made a decision, and a powerful aura of power that was comparable to that of his peak strength surged out of his body.

Ye Weiyang sneered.

She looked down.

Such as ants.

Zhuo Dingbo burst out with the last of his strength, but did not attack Ye Weiyang.

Instead, he turned around sharply and pounced on the twenty or so priests and priests behind him.

They are his followers and followers.

It is also a group of people who are identified by Ye Weiyang as those who have turned their backs on God and are unwilling to forgive.

Zhuo Dingbo's figure erupted with a dazzling silver tide of light, covering the group of people.

And these people did not struggle and resist.

Their faces were compassionate and solemn, and they allowed the last of Zhuo Dingbo's burst of power to devour themselves.

Their lives, souls, beliefs, and powers, at this moment, perfectly fit with Zhuo Dingbo's life, soul, and faith, forming an incomparable resonance.

The power formed by this resonance made Ye Weiyang also change color slightly, and he felt a trace of jealousy.

Silver pillars of light rose from the sky, piercing the void.

"Listen to your devotees, O my gods, and say your last prayers. ”

It seemed to be Zhuo Dingbo's voice, and it seemed to be everyone's voice, gathered together at this moment.

Ye Weiyang sneered: "Want to send a message to that evil god......?"

She raised her hand.

The terrifying power of silver frost and ice surged in an instant.

But in the next moment, she suddenly stopped her movements and gave up on trying to stop it.

Ye Weiyang looked at the silver pillar of light, broke through the Shinto formation and prohibition covering the temple mountain, and passed on the news here.

When the silver pillar of light dispersed, Zhuo Dingbo and the more than 20 people were as stiff as sculptures, and their facial expressions were lifelike, but when a gust of wind blew, more than 20 people dissipated like green smoke, turned into powder, and went away with the wind......