Back then, in order to weaken the strength of various countries, the Holy Lord also used the power of the Underworld to kill more than half of the sword masters of various countries. The Lord of God did not use such despicable means, but still had such authority in the temple, which was already very good.
What's more, the enemy they are about to face is too powerful. At this time, only if all the priests work together with all their strength can they have a chance to preserve the continent. How can they easily shake people's hearts?
"Okay, I'm a little tired, you go back. Although each of the five major temples has its own undead puppets causing trouble, the greatest possibility for Chang Liao is that he is hiding in the Temple of Life. If he joins forces with Futian, he will be even more powerful. You should be careful." The Lord God waved his hand and said tiredly.
"Master Divine Lord, there's one thing I've never understood." Mu Hanyan pondered for a moment before finally expressing the doubts that had been weighing on her mind for a long time. "If I'm not mistaken, you did intend to kill me at first, but why did you let me go and even entrusted me with such an important task?"
"Hahahaha, you will know it when the time comes. Go ahead." Hearing Mu Hanyan's question, a strange look appeared in the eyes of the God Lord. He laughed and waved his hand to blast Mu Hanyan out of the temple.
After leaving Xiaoshentian, Mu Hanyan headed directly towards Huayu Temple.
Although she accidentally became the chief priest of the Temple of Life, Mu Hanyan was most worried about the Flower Rain Temple. In the Continent of Gods, that was her home.
Mu Hanyan had previously predicted that Chang Liao would reappear decades, centuries, or even centuries later. Unexpectedly, he struck again so soon, unleashing a bloody storm throughout the five upper-level temples. Clearly, not only had his injuries healed, but his strength had also increased significantly. While the Flower Rain Temple was currently quite powerful, it was still difficult for them to contend with Chang Liao. Mu Hanyan was naturally worried and sped along the way.
Originally, she wanted Feng Qingyu, Hua Yue and others, as well as a group of descendants of the gods' guardians, to come out and see the wasteland and mountains of the continent of gods. However, Hua Yue and others realized the benefits of the Qiankun Life and Death Seal in tempering the body and soul, and witnessed the power of the powerful gods. They only wanted to improve their strength as soon as possible, and no one was willing to come out. In order to urge them to practice, Feng Qingyu also stayed in the Qiankun Life and Death Seal, so Mu Hanyan did not insist.
Riding the wind, the speed was much faster than when heading to Xiaoshentian. In less than half a month, an ancient city appeared in sight.
Tianfeng City! Mu Hanyan's spirits lifted. Tianfeng City was only a few thousand miles away from Huayu City. At her current speed, she could return to Huayu City in a few hours at most.
Without any intention of staying in Tianfeng City, Mu Hanyan flew directly past and headed straight towards Huayu City.
However, just as it was flying over Tianfeng City, Mu Hanyan suddenly paused.
Even though she was hundreds of feet in the air, she could still feel the murderous aura of the impending battle in Tianfeng City.
Suddenly, a strong murderous aura rose into the sky, and thousands of dark shadows rushed towards Tianfeng City. Although their clothes were ragged and the long swords in their hands were rusted, they emitted a brilliant divine light.
If measured by the priest level, the vast majority of these thousands of people have reached the eighth-level divine priest or above, and there are quite a few divine heart priests.
But Mu Hanyan knew that these people were definitely not priests.
Even though such cultivation level is nothing in Xiaoshentian, any decent priest family can easily crush them. But this is not Xiaoshentian, and Tianfeng Temple is not that kind of powerful priest family, but just a lower-level temple. The eighth- and ninth-level god priests and even the god-heart priests can be called masters. How could they be dressed so tatteredly, with even the swords in their hands rusted?
Undead puppets, obviously, these are all undead puppets.
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