"All disciples, obey my orders!"

"Kill all the demons!"

"Forge the holy power of my Dao Sect!"

Lu Sheng shouted loudly.

Behind.

Ten thousand disciples shouted in unison, appearing to be quite cohesive on the surface, but it was unknown how many of them were actually fighting for the Three Thousand Dao Sects.

Next second.

Lu Sheng rushed out.

The terrifying icy spiritual power soared into the sky. Wherever it went, there were ice crystals that made people feel cold all over. Even the spiritual power between heaven and earth was frozen. An ice sword appeared in Lu Sheng's hand and slashed towards Mo Yan.

opposite.

Moyan looked calm.

He really couldn't beat Lu Sheng, but his mission had been completed, and it was time for someone else to become the protagonist of the battlefield.

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

A figure flew backwards.

All the disciples of the Three Thousand Dao Sect were stunned where they were. The figure that flew backwards was none other than Lu Sheng.

The ice sword shattered!

Breath is weak!

A powerful being at the peak of the Fusion Stage was actually... kicked away by someone...

The courage that the three thousand Dao Sect disciples had finally mustered was all gone in an instant. Many of them looked at Lu Sheng's miserable appearance with fear in their hearts, and the first thought in their minds was to escape.

"senior."

Mo Yan bowed slightly.

In front of me.

There was another figure.

It was the princess's servant.

Although the title of servant sounds unpresentable, to be able to become the princess's servant, one must at least have reached the minor success level of the Mahayana stage.

The servant ignored Mo Yan and raised his hand to grab the seriously injured Lu Shengfei in the air. "Are you Lu Henge's master?"

Lu Sheng's face was pale, and her blue dress, made of icy spiritual energy, was stained with blood, revealing a seductive crimson. "Are you looking for Lu Henge? Was he the one who led you here?"

Lu Sheng gritted his teeth, extremely angry.

really!

Lu Hen Ge is a disaster star.

Bang!

There was a crisp sound of slapping.

The person who slapped him wasn't a servant, but the princess. A white veil obscured her stunningly beautiful face, but the coldness in her eyes was even deeper than Lu Sheng's spiritual power. "Hand over Lu Henge, and I can give you a quick death."