The Greatest System With 100 Million Life Prizes
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Chapter 131: They Kill Brothers
The group of people behind them fell silent.
Wu Rong, Xue Ji, and the remaining 20 thousand people all looked towards the figure of the Elders.
Joy and happiness have disappeared, replaced by fear and confusion.
What the hell just happened?
What have they done?
Did they kill all of their disciples and elders below?
How did this happen?
Their heads were filled with thousands of questions, buzzing and almost losing the ability to think.
These questions could only be answered by the Elders.
If not for the honorable status of "Older," they would have wanted to brandish a sword to his neck and demand an answer.
Wh why?
Aren't you saying this is just a test, to assess whether our strength is declining?
Didn't you say we could attack without worry, that you would be there to protect us?
Why is it like this?
However, they did not even have the chance to demand an answer.
"Who are you!"
"Damn!"
"There's an invader!"
The fifty more core elders sitting in the lower main hall remained alive, thanks to the presence of the three Sacred level experts.
Although the group's attack came suddenly, they were able to defend themselves.
But they were too late to save the elders and the other disciples outside.
Now, only this main peak was left, with all the others turned to dust by the previous attack.
Sect Secretary Jing Yuan, esteemed elder Yu Qu, and the other five elders were full of fury. All of them were peak-level masters of the Dao Palace, with an admirable aura that was equivalent to twenty thousand people.
Now, Yuan Mirror and Yu Qu, both Saints, also activated their domains, enveloping the "enemy invaders" in the sky.
Everyone felt an excruciating pain, filled with a strong hatred.
They had lived for three million years, both the old and the young among them.
Although they were not the founders of the sect millions of years ago, they had been trying for Silent Sanctuary all along, gradually building it up.
But the recent attacks had destroyed the sect to its roots.
Although the elites remained intact, over seventy thousand disciples had been killed, including many young talents.
This sect has no future.
How can they not feel heartbroken? It's really devastating.
But when they rushed out, they all froze.
Most of the people in front of them were familiar faces.
Are they not their own students?
Didn't they just kill them?
Why would they do such a thing?
Seeing the Secretary and the Sacred level Elders come out, everyone showed an evil gaze, watering in hatred. Wu Rong, Xue Ji, and the others were terrified.
Just as they were about to explain, they were interrupted by thunderous screams.
"Who are you!"
Yuan Mirror angrily pointed at Jiang Cheng, shocked and furious.
This person looked exactly like himself, even giving off an aura similar to a Sacred level expert.
Even he began to doubt himself, let alone the others.
This change in appearance, not even gods could see it, let alone them.
"Who am I? I am your ancestor!"
Jiang Cheng knew that the time had come to end this act; they were not fools on the other side.
Without giving anyone a chance to speak, he swung his hand and shouted to the twenty thousand people behind him.
"Brothers and sisters of the Division of Hearts, the enemy is ahead of us!"
"No need to go undercover, kill them!"
Behind him, Wu Rong, Xue Ji, and the others finally reacted.
So this guy turned out to be a fake!
Under the orders of a forger, they had killed so many of his fellow elders.
Regrets and hatred flooded them.
They all wanted to tear Jiang Cheng's body into pieces, and they would not listen to his orders.
Unfortunately, before they could make a move, there were others who did.
It seemed like he was actually leading a large army called the "Division of Hearts" to attack.
Facing this scene, Yuan Mirror, Yuan Mirror, Yu Qu, all launched their attacks simultaneously.
And the more than fifty core elders behind also did not hesitate.
Not only Jiang Cheng, but also Wu Rong, Xue Ji, and the others were within their attack range.
Since this "Yuan Mirror" and these "Sacred-level Elders" turned out to be fake, it was only natural that the twenty thousand people behind them were also fake.
After all, they had personally killed over seventy thousand people below.
If they were truly their own people, how could they commit such a heinous act?
Convincing evidence!
(Late of this chapter)
I don't know how they carried out this transformation, even they couldn't reveal their true form when entering the Holy Land, but the enemy was ahead.
Damn Heart Division, they are too arrogant!
The twenty thousand people led by Wu Rong Xue Ji had no chance to explain or prove themselves, they were instantly engulfed by the region.
"Death!"
(The end of this chapter
"Crack down!"
"Iris!"
The three saint art processors from the Holy Land simultaneously used their spell techniques.
Almost instantly after they said the first word, all of the processors under the Dao Palace among the twenty thousand people fell.
They have no resistance, without exception.
The difference in cultivation levels was too great.
Even the hundreds of cultivators above the Dao Palace did not end well either.
Some suddenly lost their arms, some had hundreds of cracks and wounds on their bodies.
And some of his soul was badly damaged.
They could not even summon their Dao Palace, let alone defend themselves and counterattack to save their lives.
Then, the attacks from over fifty core elders also arrived.
The sky was filled with beautiful fireworks.
Jiang Cheng, as the target of all attacks, naturally became the center of the attack.
However, those three words did not have a great effect on him.
Although he did not bring any treasures, spirit emblems, or spirit formations to avoid being controlled by spell techniques and making himself an insult, he wore the crown.
Under the Sacred rank, all soul attacks were blocked by those lowly magic treasures.
The spell technique did have a slight effect on him, but the effect was minimal.
The most formidable attack he actually received came from the domain of those experts of the Holy Land.
In this domain, all the rules he was accustomed to had changed.
He could not freely use his spiritual power, and he felt as if his entire body was trapped inside a spider web.
But even in this situation, the Nine Colors Dao Palace suddenly appeared.
Two rivers and streams of the Heavenly level boiled over, flowing with traces of martial arts, even trying to break through the domain blockade.
And the soul spirit toxin was also boundless, slowly damaging the opponent's domain.
Although the effect was minimal due to its own lacking attack power, this was still considered a miracle.
This greatly shocked Jiang Cheng.
Shit, am I really that strong?
Shouldn't we just be ants below the Sacred Rank?
He had thought that with just one strike, he could die without a sound.
There was nothing he could do except to not fight passively and move on.
The three cultivators from the Holy Land immediately focused their attention on him.
As the domain rules changed again, cracks appeared in the sky and earth in this area.
The Nine Colors Dao Palace, due to its insufficient cultivation level, finally collapsed and the river and current turned around.
Booms!
Finally, under the pressure and shaking of this domain, he exploded and died cleanly.
With his death, the great battle was finally over.
"We have finally managed to exterminate this group of thieves!"
"Damn Mingxin Holy Land, how dare they attack us proactively!"
"Let's see who's behind all this!"
(Late of this chapter)