There was no way. Their strength was too weak compared to Mu Hanyan and others. No matter how powerful the formation was, it could not make up for the gap in their cultivation.
"Senior Wu!" This time, Ou Dechuan finally realized how terrifying Mu Hanyan was. He no longer dared to look down on her and shouted in panic.
"Alas, I still have to do it myself." The old man, who was covered in a sacrificial robe, sighed and slowly pulled open the cloak covering his face. It was Cang Liao, or Yun Changkong mentioned by Ou Dechuan.
Behind him, a man who was also covered with a priest's robe revealed his true face. Who else could it be but Futian?
The two exchanged glances, and Chi Liao continued to open the temple, while Fu Tian used hand gestures to activate the formation.
It was clear that Futian's injuries hadn't fully healed, and his face was still a bit pale. Of course, this was normal. The destruction of his Divine Martial Soul was equivalent to breaking his immortality. His defense and self-healing abilities were essentially no different from those of the Sacred Continent's reborn cultivators. After being severely injured by Mu Hanyan, Feng Qingyu, and the Divine Lord, it wasn't easy for him to recover.
But after all, his strength was there. As soon as he made a move, the formation barrier immediately shone brightly, becoming several times stronger than before.
"As expected of a top family from Xiaoshentian, even a servant has such cultivation." Seeing this, Ou Dechuan breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but sigh.
After Futian came to the Lingyu Temple, he has been following behind Cang Liao like a shadow. Including Ou Dechuan, everyone thought he was the attendant of Senior Yun "Yun Changkong" and did not take him seriously. Until now, they realized that they were wrong. Little Shentian is Little Shentian. Even if he is just a family attendant, his strength is so powerful.
And shortly after they said this, they realized one thing: they were indeed wrong, even more wrong than they thought.
As Chi Liao chanted, the door of the temple that had been sealed for hundreds of thousands of years opened little by little, and skeletons came out one after another. Although their robes were tattered and the swords in their hands were rusty, they still retained the aura of their former strength.
"Undead puppet!" Ou Dechuan and others were completely stunned.
During this period, the major temples have been supporting each other. They have also fought against the undead puppets, so they are naturally familiar with them.
However, because of their trust in Ou Mingzhi, their admiration for Yun Changkong's strength, and their beautiful vision for the family's future, they never had any doubts about Yun Changkong at all.
"Yes, this is the undead puppet. I am the Chi Liao you are looking for everywhere, this one is Fu Tian, hahahaha!" Chi Liao laughed out loud.
"Akechi, what is going on?" Ou Dechuan finally came to his senses and asked Ou Mingzhi angrily.
"Father, this is all for our family, for..." Ou Mingzhi said rationally and confidently.
When he said this, there was no surprise on his face. It was obvious that he had known the true identities of Cang Liao and Fu Tian for a long time.
"Shut up!" Before he could finish his words, Ou Dechuan slapped him in the face and then shouted at the elders, "Stop them, stop them now!"
After saying that, Ou Dechuan stabbed Futian with a sword, and several elders of the Ou family followed closely behind.
Although they have selfish motives and ambitions, they at least know what is right and wrong. As citizens of the Continent of God and priests, how can they be willing to see hundreds of millions of people being slaughtered and see the Continent of God destroyed at the hands of Cang Liao and Fu Tian?
Unfortunately, it was too late for them to realize this, as their strength was too weak.
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