Three Holy Equipment appeared outside the Lingxiao City in a row. Although they were only floating in the air and being intimidated, this still made everyone in the Lingxiao City anxious. No one knew that the three Holy Equipment that possessed the power to destroy the heavens and earth would be calling.
If the three Holy Equipment attacked together, could the great defensive formation of the Lingxiao City defend against it? Even if it was temporarily blocked, how long could it last?
"Ling Ao, Qin Muyang, Wen Sheng, hand over your Pure Yin Body, or else the Soaring Cloud Empire will no longer exist!" A sinister voice came from one of the light pillars. The tyrannical aura had created an extremely dangerous aura.
No one responded, but they used actual actions to reply. Within the resplendent and solemn palace, a similarly massive beam of light shot into the sky. The mighty power of the Holy Might was thirty thousand li vast, and was even more powerful than the saint artifacts outside the city.
A huge golden seal, seemingly forged from gold, floated up and down. It was filled with authority as the roar of a dragon resonated through the air.
"Soaring Cloud Great Seal!" A voice came from a pillar of light outside the city. It was filled with admiration and greed. "It's worthy of being a mid-grade saint artifact. It's truly powerful, but after today, I'm afraid it'll have to change hands."
As the sound of his voice faded, a beam of light that was comparable to the Soaring Cloud Great Seal shot up into the sky. It was also a mid-grade saint artifact.
Just at this moment, a pillar of light shot up from the direction of the Marquis Wenyuan's Mansion. A mottled and unadorned picture scroll covered the sky and covered the earth.
At a time like this, although they would not fight against the Ling family, they would still have to fight against external enemies together.
When the atmosphere outside the city was tense and filled with the smell of gunpowder, it was the same in the Prince Qin's Mansion.
"What a pity, a former overlord of the Essence domain is going to end like this. It's a pity that all of you are stubbornly resisting, giving yourself up for nothing, and doing all this for nothing. " A quasi-Saint level old monster said darkly.
"Is that so?" A calm and indifferent voice slowly sounded, without any sound or noise, so strong that even Quasi-Saints who had taken their second step did not detect it in the slightest. Only the old woman behind Lin Shiya seemed to have sensed it, and looked up with a bewildered expression.
It was the voice of a middle-aged woman, and when Qin Yinyue, who was standing beside her, heard the voice, his small face immediately fell.
"Yue'Er, what's wrong?" Ling Yun frowned slightly, and asked worriedly. At the same time, his eyes revealed a trace of suspicion, why did he hear that voice just now, why did he seem to have heard it before.
Just thinking about it, he couldn't remember.
"It's a mysterious person. She suddenly appeared while I was in seclusion, and said that she wanted to take me in as her disciple!" Qin Yinyue said with a bitter face.
"Little girl, what are your thoughts now? "Would you like to take me as your master and become my successor?" A figure appeared within the great hall like a ghost, and looked at Qin Yinyue with shining eyes, with some anticipation and apprehension.
This was a middle-aged beautiful woman. He was dignified and elegantly dressed in a white dress with cloud patterns embroidered on it like water ripples. This was precisely the person who was cultivating below snow field.
"I'll tell the truth!" The moment he saw the middle-aged beautiful woman, Ling Yun widened his eyes and almost blurted out "Mistress" out.
"Why is she here?" But very quickly, he retracted his expression and looked at the middle-aged beautiful woman with some surprise. He was also the person who had almost become his mistress back then.
He knew that the power that this Mistress was in was very far away from the Essence domain. Even if they were to travel through the void, it would take a very long time.