The old holy lord's position in the devil's way is enough to make people lose the idea of ​​fighting with him.

After ruling over the years, his prestige has reached a level of admiration.

"Dad, you, you are not dead." Xiang Zhu opened his eyes wide, full of disbelief.

The only person present was Lin Xiaofeng.

Situ Jinzhen suddenly regretted, but she was still too abrupt.

No, it cannot be said to be abrupt.

After all, the conditions promised to him over there are too tempting.

At that time, he didn't know that the Holy Lord was still alive, so no one would refuse?

The Holy Lord looked proudly and glanced at the audience: "I am not dead yet, are you going to rebel?"

Situ Jinzhen was about to admit defeat, but suddenly, the purple-haired young man walked to Situ Jinzhen and patted him on the shoulder: "Master Situ, at this time, you shouldn't want to admit defeat, right? There is no turning back arrow."

"The other leaders who were motivated may not be punished by the law and will not suffer any great damage, but who was the leaders who were motivated by them? It's you, do you think that if you look back now, you will have a good end?"

"You Holy Golden Sect will have a good ending?"

After hearing these words, Situ Jinzhen immediately understood.

Now anyone can turn back, but he, as an instigator, is absolutely not good.

Once the Holy Lord stabilizes the situation and settles the accounts after the autumn, he will not be able to escape.

Situ Jinzhen gritted her teeth, looked at the old saint lord above, and then laughed: "Haha, where did you find someone who came to pretend to be the old saint lord!"

These words also brought the surprised people to their senses.

Yes, the old saint has been dead for so long, and then suddenly an old saint came out. Can it be true?

Everyone was confused.

"Get this fake old saint master for me." Situ Jinzhen yelled.

"Then let's try?" The old lord looked at the person below.

Xiang Zhu, who was standing beside him, also hurriedly took off the ring in his hand and handed it to the old holy master.

Xiang Zhu understood that he could not hold on to the situation at this time just by relying on himself.

When people at the level of the leader understand the meaning of the ring in Xiang Zhu's hand.

The so-called title of the Holy Lord is empty.

But getting this ring will greatly increase your strength. Almost no one can compete with the Holy Island.

Xiang Zhuneng gave this ring to the old saint, which was already in disguise that the old saint was real.

"Kill him, kill him!"

Although the leaders knew the meaning of this ring, the people below did not understand it.

Since it has reached this point, everyone understands that this arrow must be fired.

Except for the Five Poisons Sect, Yin-Yang Gate, towards Buddhism, and Shamanism, everyone rushed towards the high platform wildly.

"Xiao Zhu, you go first." The old lord took the ring, looked at the person rushing up from below, and said lightly.

"Dad." Xiang Zhu frowned and looked at the old saint.

"It's okay." The old saint shook his head slightly: "When the situation stabilizes, come back."

Xiang Zhu looked at the crowd getting closer and closer and could only nod.

Bo He said on the side: "Holy Lord, let me send someone to see the lady go."

"No need for Lao He. I have been here for so many years. You can stay here with me." The old holy master said calmly.

Bo He respectfully bowed his head: "Yes."

"Let's go." Lin Xiaofeng also found that something was wrong at this time.

He pulled Xiang Zhu and ran off the platform.

Zhenfeng, Lin Chen, and Fatty Huang were waiting here early.

"Run." Lin Xiaofeng said.

Xiang Zhu said: "I will first notify the people from our Holy Church to come and help."

"No need to notify." Lin Xiaofeng's face was filled with worry: "In your Holy Church, there must be a strengthening of prevention around here today, but you don't feel strange if there hasn't been anyone from the Holy Church for so long?"

Xiang Zhu came back to his senses: "By the way, logically speaking, there were thousands of people lying around him, and they had been noticed long ago."

"And there is no spy from our Holy Church among these thousand people. There is a problem within our Holy Church."

Lin Xiaofeng nodded slightly, and he suddenly realized that what happened today was a bit beyond expectations.

If it is a monster trap, or if these demon sects are in chaos, it is easy to explain.

But at this time, in the back of this rebellion, there was a vague suspicion of people from the Holy Church taking action.

Everyone's focus was on the old Holy Lord, and no one paid attention to the escape of the five of them.

After these people rushed to the ground, no one rushed up first.

On the one hand, they are unwilling to be the first bird.

When you are the first bird, you may die immediately when you go up.

On the other hand, it is the prestige accumulated by the old holy lord over the years.

It makes them feel fear in their hearts.

The old Holy Lord looked at the crowd below with his hands behind his back: "Lao He, why haven't our people arrived yet?"

"I don't know what's wrong, they haven't come for a long time." He Bo said with his head down.

The old Holy Lord nodded slightly: "It seems that they can't come anymore, so you can leave too. There is no need to stay and die with me."

Hearing this, Bo He's eyes turned red: "Holy Lord."

"Let's go." The old saint waved his hand.

Bo He nodded and walked off the stage.

Strangely, no one stopped him below.

The old lord looked at the person below and shouted: "I, Xiang Hanlong, have come from establishing the Holy Church to maintain the balance of the devil's way and protect the devil's way."

"I didn't expect that now, I became the enemy of the entire demonic path, and even the Holy Church I personally created, no one appeared to help."

He was alone, facing thousands of people, and his momentum was not suppressed at all.

On the contrary, the whole person's aura suppressed everyone below.

A terrifying pressure rose from the platform: "The ones present are more than half of the masters of the Demonic Way. I don't want to destroy the foundation of the Demonic Way, but I don't want to let anyone kill it like this."

"If you want to survive, leave here."

After saying that, the old lord rose into the sky and slapped it with a palm.

A huge palm formed by a powerful evil aura fell down, and a loud bang.

More than ten people died below and more than thirty people were injured.

Those who come are all masters of various demon sects.

Just a palm.

Situ Jinzhen widened her eyes, it was so scary!

"Go!" Situ Jinzhen yelled: "He won't give us a way out. We have too many people, it depends on how many he can kill!"

After yelling, he hurriedly retreated behind the crowd.

Just kidding, rush forward, won’t you die?

The leaders of each Demon Sect also understood that it was impossible not to go to this time.

"He shouldn't have much left in his life. At this time, he can kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of them, and he can't last long."

A steady stream of people rushed up to the platform and were knocked off, and someone rushed up desperately.

The old lord ended up standing there without moving a single step.

The loud shouts of killing shook the sky and the blood dyed the entire platform red.

But countless people rushed towards the old saint lord like they were not afraid of life and death.
Chapter completed!