"For the glory of the God of Light~" All the soldiers roared in unison, their bodies filled with bright energy and fighting spirit rising to the sky.

The old hall master showed a satisfied smile, and his fighting spirit was once again aroused.

A middle-aged hall master carefully looked at the underworld magic weapon, and his heart suddenly stabilized. Although it looked bright, only the grand marshal was at the fifth level, so it was not a cause for concern. He looked at the bull-headed horse face, and Black and White Wuchang shouted: "Holy Hall

Disciple, come back soon~"

Black and white are impermanent, and the bull's head and horse's face stand motionless on the clouds. There is even a moment of speechlessness in my heart. You can't even protect yourself. You are still showing off your power to us. When you march into the Tang Dynasty, don't you inquire about the details of the underworld? How arrogant is this?

ah!

The other hall masters also frowned at Black and White Wuchang, with bull-headed and horse-faced faces. Could it be that they had really rebelled?! Then they became furious and actually betrayed the God of Light.

A white beam of light rose into the sky from each of the hall masters, and the fifth-level aura filled the air with great force. The white holy light filled the heaven and earth. The pressure brought by the gods of the underworld was instantly gone, and all the Templar Knights showed fanaticism in their eyes.

Boom~

Nine black holes appeared in the sky, and in each black hole sat a prison master wearing a black dragon robe. The wailing sound of ghosts sounded behind each prison master.

The faces of all the temple leaders changed greatly. Nine fifth-levels plus the leading marshal equaled ten fifth-levels. How is this possible?! How could a small country have ten fifth-levels?!

Marshal Xiao raised his hand and shouted coldly: "Kill~"

The five war gods all raised their weapons and shouted: "Kill!"

Thirty thousand divine soldiers, led by the fifth-level God of War, turned into five dark golden dragons and rushed downwards. Black and White Impermanence, Bull-headed Horse-faced Gods, Day and Night Wandering Gods, and many City Gods also rushed downwards. Their target was the temple.

A fourth-level master.

Boom~ With a loud noise, five giant dragons collided with the 30,000 Judicial Army legions, instantly shattering the Judicial Army legions into pieces, and killing cries rang out.

The ten temple masters did not dare to move at all. They were already firmly locked by the nine prison masters and Marshal Xiao, the underworld commander.

The nine prison masters walked out of the black hole and hung in the air. They were really as powerful as the prison. The mighty aura made the ten hall masters feel strong pressure.

Li Yuanqing, the prison lord of Tongue Pulling Hell, said: "A battle at high altitude!"

The old church leader's eyes flickered and he said hoarsely: "Actually, we came here this time not to start a war with the underworld. We just came to ask the underworld for an explanation on behalf of the Holy Mountain. Why did we expel the holy church?"

Li Tianhua, the prison master of Scissors Hell, sneered and said: "If you beat me, you will show off your power. If you can't beat me, you will want an explanation. Are all these hypocrites in the temple?"

A middle-aged church leader yelled angrily: "How presumptuous! You, a mere brat, can only comment on the church!"

Li Renjun touched an iron tree in his hand and said quietly: "Stop talking nonsense and let's fight at high altitude!"

The leaders of the temple were also aroused to their anger. In the past, they were all aloof, but how could they be so despised? They are all fifth-level, who is afraid of who will come?!

The ten church leaders all rose into the sky with holy light, hanging high in the sky like little suns, blooming with immeasurable light.

The nine prison masters also held sacred weapons in their hands and flew into the sky.

Just as Marshal Xiao was about to move, three figures rushed out of the forest.

Shi Hao laughed and shouted: "Generalissimo, we will help you fight your opponent."

Marshal Xiao was stunned for a moment and hurriedly followed. The gap between the fourth level and the fifth level was huge. Even though these three direct disciples of the Temple Master were very strong in the fourth level, it was absolutely impossible to challenge the fifth level.

, but we must not let anything happen to them.

As soon as Marshal Xiao arrived at the battlefield, Li Ping'an's voice rang in his ears: "No need to intervene, just let them go!"

Marshal Xiao was stunned, was he the leader of the temple? He quickly bowed and said, "Yes!" But he did not retreat, and stood beside him to prepare for Shi Hao and others.

A battle rumbled in the sky, with ten fifth-level warriors fighting. The terrifying aura was about to penetrate the sky, and the terrifying aura of their fight could be detected thousands of miles away.

On the battlefield below, the divine soldiers and the Adjudication Army were intertwined. The fourth-level bishops and the Adjudication Division masters were fighting with the Divine Lord. The war between the monks was different from the ordinary. The battlefield spread to the entire mountain range, with rumbles, the mountains fell, and rocks flew into the air, just like gods.

Demon war is normal.

Above a mountain, two figures, one black and one white, collided with each other with a loud bang. The mourning stick and the sword intersected, and a violent aura swept across them, forming a violent tornado that enveloped the two of them.

The head of the church's ruling department shouted angrily: "He Tianya, you are the archbishop of the church, and now you want to betray the church, aren't you afraid of divine punishment?"

Bai Wuchang smiled and said, "Now I am a god!"

He rolled his long tongue and slapped it on the face of the black-clothed adjudicator, and the black-clothed adjudicator was instantly thrown away.

The judge in black flew out of the air, staggered back a few steps, touched his cheek, saw the blood on his hand, and roared: "He Tianya, I want you to die~"

Bai Wuchang's figure flashed in front of the black-clothed Adjudication Division's chair. He swung out his stick, and there was a clang, and divine light bloomed. The black-clothed Adjudication Division's chair flew out again, hitting the mountains with a loud bang, and rocks.

It rolled down with a rumble.

Just as Bai Wuchang was about to pursue him, a figure shrouded in white light appeared in front of him, holding a scepter and blocking the way.

Bai Wuchang was in a trance.

The old man in front of him looked at He Tianya and said expectantly: "Tianya, do you still remember me? We studied together in the Holy Mountain, and we were best friends!

Do you know how sad I was when I found out you were martyred?

When I knew you might become a god, do you know how happy I was?

Tianya, come back! Return to the temple and let us fight side by side again."

Bai Wuchang was silent for a moment and said, "Ai Ziyan, let's go! I'll let you go."

The old man named Ai Ziyan's eyes lit up and he said expectantly: "Tianya, you come with me! Let's return to the temple together, and I will plead with you."

Bai Wuchang suddenly smiled and said: "He Tianya is dead. Now I am Bai Wuchang. When I see Bai Wuchang, the world will be at peace."

Ai Ziyan suddenly flew in front of Bai Wuchang and shouted angrily: "He Tianya, you are the Archbishop of the Holy Church, not some evil cult or evil god."

Pointing at the battle below, he shouted angrily: "Look, the Allied Forces of the Ten Nations are fighting for the glory of the God of Light below. If they all die, they are glorious, but what about you? You betrayed your

Faith, you betrayed our oath."

The leader of the Judgment Department in black flew over, clutching his chest, and said sadly: "In this battle, the ten-nation coalition suffered heavy losses, and I am afraid that the Holy Temple in the Western Region will never regain its former glory."
Chapter completed!