Chapter 152 The Resurrection of the Holy King of Light

  The saint of Heaven-cutting is fully recovered, and the rules of the holy path are surging, forcibly suppressing the twilight in the body, restoring the breath of the whole body to the most prosperous period, exuding a terrifying holy power.

  This person is not an ordinary saint, but a mid-term existence of a saint!

   "Sailing Ancestor has recovered!"

   "Look at how these two thieves died!"

  "I am a sacred place of light, and a holy path, Yongchang! How can I be the coward who flees?"

   "Sailing Ancestor Resurrected, I wonder how long his old man can last in this state?"

  "The golden world has been in existence for several years. Under this kind of world, it must be enough to make up for the consumption of the resurrection of the Heaven-cutting Ancestor. Don't worry at all!"

  "The light will eventually illuminate all darkness, and the heresy will eventually be wiped out!"

  ……

The survivors of the Holy Land of Light were extremely excited when seeing the saint of Heaven Resurrection. Many elders or disciples who were planning to escape from the Holy Land of Light to preserve their strength temporarily stopped at this time and looked into the field full of expectation. The saint of the sky.

The saint Fatian swept towards Ye Chen’s puppet incarnation, a vast sacred path pressure overwhelmingly overwhelmed, proudly said: "Since you have to force me to resuscitate, I don’t care how old you are, you want it today. Keep your life!"

   Ye Chen’s puppet incarnation stood quietly in the void, his eyes calmly without any waves, and he shook his head and whispered: "Time is running out..."

"three!"

  Fakong’s voice sounded abruptly, which was particularly noticeable at this time.

  Everyone's eyes converged on Fa Kong's body, and their eyes were filled with surprises.

  The sage of Heaven-killing in the Holy Land of Light has recovered, this little fat monk is still counting, is this guy's brain flooded? Or do they really have the means to fight against the saints?

  Fakong doesn't care so much. Master never fights uncertain battles. Since Master is sure to destroy the entire Holy Land of Light, Fakong doesn't worry at all.

  Master said ten breaths, then ten breaths!

  Even if the sky falls, there is still the master against it!

  For Ye Chen, Fa Kong had a blind faith.

  Not only the others, but even the Sage Sage was taken aback. His eyes fell on Fa Kong in amazement, and he saw Fa Kong speak again: "Two!"

  Fakong’s move made the saint Fatian deeply feel a kind of provocation, and he came up with a sigh of anger.

   "Noisy!"

The saint sage roared, his head full of black hair flying, raised his hand and patted a palm towards Fakong, a giant hand that covered the sky emerged out of thin air, covered with various textures of the holy path, exuding a terrifying holy power, instantly Reached the top of Fakong's head.

"one!"

  Fakong looked at the descending Holy Hand, spit out the last byte.

   "Boom!"

Suddenly, an ancient hall beneath the surface of the Holy Land of Brightness exploded, and a sword light haunting the dead gray aura burst out of the ancient hall. The light emitted was even more dazzling than the rays of the scorching sun on the horizon, and contained a vast and endless sacred power, far away. It was even more terrifying than the Shengwei in the saint who killed the sky.

  This dead gray lightsaber seemed to ignore the distance, and instantly appeared on top of Fakong's head, slashing on the heaven-shading saint hand shot by the saint.

   "Boom!"

   Accompanied by a huge roar, the heaven-shielding sacred hand shattered into the void, and the sacred path rules lingering on it did not play any role, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Fa Kong looked at the shattering sacred hand in the sky, and subconsciously let out a sigh. The holy power contained in the sacred hand just now gave him a feeling of dying. If he did not believe in the master, he would have been Escaped for a while.

  Fortunately, Master's hole cards are countless, and they have always been very reliable.

  The saint of Heaven-cutting showed a look of horror, and said in disbelief: "Sacred Sword of Light? This is the soldier of Holy King of Light? How could it be possible?"

  The scene that happened before his eyes completely exceeded his imagination. Not only him, but all the survivors of the Holy Land of Light were dumbfounded, unable to believe what they saw.

  The Holy King of Light is the ancestor who created the Holy Land of Light. The Holy Sword of Light is the natal soldier of the Holy King of Light.

  Since the death of King Guangming, this sword has been buried in the tomb of Holy King Guangming along with his remains.

  If you encounter an invasion of a foreign enemy that is difficult to counteract in the Holy Land of Light, with the power of the blood sacrifice, it can even revive this Holy Sword of Light to kill foreign enemies. It has always been one of the biggest cards of the Holy Land of Light.

  And now, the Holy Tomb of Light is automatically opened, and the Holy Sword of Light suddenly appears, and it also stops the attack of the saints!

  Everything is something that everyone in the Holy Land of Light had never expected.

  However, what frightened them is still to come.

   "Rumble..."

  There was a dull roar from the entire Guangming Holy Land, and many dilapidated main peaks were shaking violently, as if a rare earthquake had occurred, as if something huge had crawled out of the ground.

  The place with the greatest movement is the ancestor cemetery of the Holy Land of Light!

"brush!"

In the next quarter of an hour, a dry corpse wearing a white feather coat appeared out of thin air next to the Sacred Sword of Light. His whole body exuded a holy brilliance. Even if he had already died, the holy Taoist rhyme on his body was still vast and endless, crushing the surrounding void. All were trembling and roaring violently, and the Holy Sword of Light hovered quietly around the dry corpse.

  It's just that, around this dry corpse, there is a thick and extremely gray-white lifelessness, revealing a strange and evil feeling.

   "The Bright Ancestor?!"

Many people in   Sacred Land of Light screamed in exclamation, and their eyes were full of incredible expressions when they looked at the corpse.

Immediately afterwards, there was a terrifying aura from the cemetery of the Holy Land of Light, each of them was filled with a strong gray and white death, some still left intact corpses, some only left crystal clear bones, and some half of their bodies were already rotten. , Hei rushed towards the neighborhood.

These corpses are at least the existence of the Great Power Realm, and there are even dozens of Taoist masters and four Dao Slashing Realm skeletons, just like an army of undead rushing out of the dead realm. The holy land turned into a dead zone.

  All of these ancestors from the sacred place of light, buried in the cemetery of the ancestors, they all recovered at this time!

  Seeing this scene, the survivors of the Holy Land of Light all have a feeling of scalp tingling. No one knows what happened in the cemetery. Why did so many corpses of the ancestors appear at the same time?

  "The ancestor of Guangming saw the invasion of foreign enemies, is he ready to recover to meet the enemy?" A certain elder with white beard and hair muttered to himself.

  The eyes of many survivors of the Holy Land of Light gathered on him, and they all expected what the elder said was true, but they all understood that this was unlikely.

  Just now, the Holy Sword of Light smashed the attack of the Heaven-cutting Saints, and now the Holy King of Light is reappearing, with such a weird aura on his body, I am afraid that I can’t get rid of today’s enemy. How can I help them again?

The mood of the saint fell to the bottom. He stretched out his hand to recall the evil punishing spear, held it tightly in his hand, and turned his eyes from the sacred king of light to the body of the puppet incarnation of Ye Chen, and said in a deep voice: "This is all you made?"

  Even if the saint cutting the sky is a true saint, who has oppressed the entire emperor realm for thousands of years, at this time he also feels a sense of powerlessness that has been missing for a long time.

   Although he didn't know how Ye Chen did it, everything that happened before him was completely out of his control!

   was supposed to be something of the background of the sacred place of light, at this time all became the opponent's means, and the situation was reversed in an instant!

   "The ten breaths have passed, the time has come."

  The voice of Ye Chen's puppet incarnation was calm and unwavering, but it was like a **** pronouncing judgment.

  As Ye Chen's voice fell, the Holy King of Light stretched out his hand to grab the Holy Sword of Light that hovered around him, and his figure suddenly disappeared into the void.

Seeing that the Holy King of Light disappeared,   Sage Sage saw the disappearance of the Holy King of Light, suddenly jumping on his forehead, unthinkingly waved the evil spirit punishment spear in his hand, and swept to his side.

   "Boom!"

The Holy Sword of Light slashed out from the void and collided with the Divine Punishment Spear. It made a earth-shaking roar, the rules of the Holy Path splashed, and the void cracked through hundreds of miles of pitch-black cracks, killing hundreds of disciples. It swallowed it, and it was crushed to fly ash in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the body of the saint fell to the ground uncontrollably, smashing the earth out of a bottomless abyss on the spot, the surrounding mountains collapsed, the earth collapsed, tearing between the mountains of the Holy Land of Light The bottomless rift opened up and spread to the end of his eyes.

  At the same time, the other saints who were resurrected also took action at the same time. Various divine passage methods with dead gray aura filled the sky, and large swaths of the lives of the disciples of the sacred land were harvested.

   "The corpse of the ancestor of the light is controlled by the enemy, and even the saint of the sky is not an opponent! Run away!"

   "Is the saint of Heaven Dead?"

  "Does my sacred place of light really have to be wiped out today?"

  "Leave the green hills, don’t be afraid that there will be no firewood! The most important thing is that people are alive, and each find a way to escape!"

  ……

  At this moment, all the survivors of the Holy Land of Light were panicked, and one after another, they fled towards the wilds and wilds under the rainbow lights of various colors.

"brush!"

The figure of the Heaven-cutting Saint reappeared in the void, his hair became withered and messy, his face was covered with deep wrinkles, the golden armor was shattered, and there were more bones and sword marks around his body. The dead gray sword intent lingers, and the whole person reveals a deep twilight air.

  With just one blow, he knocked the Heavenly Sage from his peak state, his lifespan was about to run out, and he was on the verge of death.

There was a trace of deep fear in the gaze of the saint cutting sky, turning his head to look at the puppet incarnation of Ye Chen, and quickly said: "Friends, please stop! My Guangming Sacred Land this time recognizes all the treasures in the Guangming Sacred Land treasury. Let the daoists take it away! Please also ask the daoists to give me a glimmer of life in the Holy Land of Light!"

   "I gave you the way to survive. It is a pity that you have to choose your way of thinking. Now beg for mercy, it's too late."

   Ye Chen's puppet incarnation has a cold tone and is unmoved.

  He gave the opportunity of the Holy Land of Light, but unfortunately the Holy Land of Light did not cherish it. At this time, it was too late to beg for mercy.

Hearing the words, the saint knowing that this matter can no longer be reversed, the vast vitality in his body burned crazily, his aura rose to the peak again, and roared up to the sky: "All the disciples of the Holy Land of Light, who practice the Holy Art of Light, listen to orders, and run the light with all their strength. Holy power to carry out the blood sacrifice must regain control of the corpse of the sacred ancestor of light! The disciples over a hundred years old, use all the power of the foundation to stop the enemy! The other disciples, run for their lives! One is one!"

  Following the roar of the sage-cutting saint, many elder monks who were fleeing stopped one after another, burning their life essence, and attacking the nearby resurrected ancestor's corpse.

Every pore on the body of nearly a hundred elders or disciples began to bloom, reflecting on nine days, their breath of life burned one after another, turned into a power of darkness and fell into the body of the King of Light, fighting for the Holy King of Light. Control of Wang's body.

   "Boom!"

  The underground of the sacred place of light emitted a low and low roar, and a group of holy rank killing arrays broke through the air, and attacked the corpses of other ancestors, smashing large tracts of corpses of the ancestors in the world.

Of course, there are more disciples in the Holy Land of Guangming who are fleeing with all their strength. Even the veteran monks who know they are over a hundred years old and those disciples who practice the Holy Art of Light are still unheard of. Life and death?

  The entire Holy Land of Light is in chaos, there are ruins everywhere, blood and broken arms and limbs everywhere, completely turning into a vast battlefield, and people are falling all the time.

   "I can't help myself!"

   Ye Chen’s puppet incarnation gently shook his head, the bones of fairy wind, the clouds are light and breezy, but it is full of endless killing machines.

  As Ye Chen's voice fell, the King of Light shook his lower body lightly, and the dead gray aura surged wildly, forcibly expelling the blood sacrifice power of nearly a hundred disciples and elders, and regained the dominance of the body of the King of Light.

"brush!"

   Immediately afterwards, the body of the Holy King of Light disappeared into the void again.

   "Boom!"

The sage cut the sky with all his strength and shot at the void in front of him, the punisher spear burst out infinite holy light, crashed through the void in front, collided with the holy sword of light that flashed in the void, making a earth-shattering roar, the void collapsed, and the earth Cracked, dust swept through for nine days.

  After this blow, the saint of Heaven-killing was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  "The Holy Land of Light was destroyed, and the crime is mine..."

  Looking at the corpse of the Guangming Saint King ahead, the saint cutting the sky sighed, and his body began to uncontrollably transform.

  Being cut out two swords by the Holy King of Light in succession, even if he burns the life source, he cannot resist the domineering sword intent of the Holy King of Light, exhausting all the vitality and lifespan in his body, and can no longer suppress it.

  His palm first disappeared between the sky and the earth, followed by his arms, torso, legs and head.

  In the blink of an eye, the Sage Defying Heaven completely disappeared between the heaven and the earth, leaving no trace.

  A generation of saints fell.

The strength of the Holy King of Light is too strong, he has all the combat power he had before his death, and he also has the Holy Sword of Light of the Holy King Soldier level. Too underestimated Ye Chen, this puppet incarnation.

  (End of this chapter)