Staring at him.
A completely different feeling from feathering.
He is a saint. Wherever he is, all forces unconsciously gather around him. He himself is like a world, and can manipulate the power of the essence of heaven and earth.
"You're just a feathered being."
The old man said: "Do you know that I am in the Saint Realm, I have become a fairy, and I can destroy anything with a snap of my fingers."
"I know."
He talked to the old man.
It was a strange feeling, making people feel that he was talking to the Saint on an equal footing.
"This Saint has said that he will take action."
He has experienced many storms.
Suddenly, the world here suddenly became dark, and the rolling dark aura turned into endless demonic energy.
This is the power of his holy realm, which turned into the devil's domain, as if forming a piece of heaven and earth, pulling Ying Xuan into his domain.
"Sacred Land."
Ying Xuan knew that this was a power that only a saint could exert.
The realm of enlightenment and the sanctuary of the holy realm have completely different feelings.
The old man did not take action directly to create the holy land. If the Great Qin Emperor could not even resist the holy land, then there would be no need to take action next.
If you can’t withstand the sanctuary, you will die.
In the dark Demonic Sanctuary, suddenly, a black ancient lamp appeared, stained with countless blood.
The lamp was lit, but in an instant, the reflected light turned into a dead zone, and countless painful and hideous human faces appeared.
Twisting and roaring.
These human faces are all people the old man has killed. He has taken out their souls, and even the lamp oil is refined from the flesh and blood of those at the peak of the Ascension stage.
The activation of a holy weapon by a true saint is completely different from the enlightenment.
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