Eyeless But Not Voiceless!
“Have faith in the Lord Fifth, gain eternal life! When the Lord Fifth appears, who dares to cause strife!
“Three circles to the left, three circles to the right! Shake those butts…. Gaze upon the Immortal Execution spell formation!”
A sound like the rumble of thunder slowly grew louder and louder. Off in the distance, a billowing fog could be seen that covered Heaven and Earth. Within the roiling fog were thousands of huge figures running back and forth, their bodies twisting into strange postures. The sound of it echoed about, and as they ran, it emanated out an indescribable power, such that anyone who laid eyes on the whole sight would be struck speechless.
More than five thousand people were running, causing everything to tremble and shake. The roiling fog seemed to affect everything around it, as if the sky and the land would be sundered. In front of the five thousand running men was a multicolored parrot. It blustered haughtily, its squawks ringing out into the air.
“Come come! Shout out a little louder for Lord Fifth!”
This whole scene completely shook the one thousand Western Desert Cultivators. The eight Nascent Soul experts stared in shock at the bizarre-looking men, and the bird.
As for the white-robed Cultivator from the Constellation Tribe, the bowl in front of him suddenly started to tremble. The turbid waters within began to spill as he stared up at the sight.
As for the Frigid Snow Clan members within the Thorn Rampart, the light from the spell beneath them continued to grow brighter. However, the more than two hundred Cultivators couldn’t help but gasp. Their scalps began to go numb at the shocking scene, and all they could do was stare numbly.
The four Grand Elders gaped, as did Hanxue Bao. Hanxue Shan stared with mouth wide opened, her face filled with disbelief.
Outside of the Thorn Rampart, some of the Black Lands Cultivators within the force from the Western Desert began to cry out in quavering voices.
“That’s… the spell formation of Lord Fifth from the Church of the Golden Light!!”
Immediately, this caused people to understand what exactly this bizarre scene was.
“The Church of the Golden Light!! Patriarch Golden Light!”
Within the Thorn Rampart, the Frigid Snow Clan members were breathing heavily as the voices from outside drifted into their ears. It didn’t take long for them to react. Suddenly, some of the Cultivators began to speak.
“They’re from the Church of the Golden Light?”
The name of the Church of the Golden Light had risen to thorough prominence in the Black Lands recently, and the stories told about Patriarch Golden Light were completely mysterious and fascinating. To see what they were seeing now caused their minds to fill with shock.
None of the Cultivators present were sure exactly why they were here. Meng Hao coughed lightly as he thought about the fame earned recently by the Church of the Golden Light. He looked at the approaching group of more than five thousand Cultivators, all of whom were said to be his own followers.
“Church of the Golden Light!” he cried out. “Hear my orders. Surround the enemy Cultivators outside the Thorn Rampart!” Suddenly, a blinding golden glow erupted out from him, which was none other than light from his Gold Core. It circulated around his body, bathing everything around him with golden light. Anyone who was nearby couldn’t help but see clearly.
As his voice echoed out, and the golden light began to shine, the Cultivators around him turned to stare at him.
The four Grand Elders’ eyes were wide, and even Hanxue Bao was looking at him with a deep expression.
Even as they stared at him, the five thousand Cultivators flew whistling closer. They heard Meng Hao’s voice, and saw the golden light, whereupon their voices combined with shocking power to cry:
“We shall follow the Patriarch’s commands to the death!!” Five thousand voices roared the words, which reverberated out. The roiling fog followed the five thousand Cultivators as they ran to surround the area. Shocking booming sounds accompanied their running; the sky above grew gray, and the earth quaked. Layers upon layers of fog rose up, within which could be seen towering, phantom figures that bore the appearance of Celestial warriors.
However… their postures were bizarre, and their rear ends shook in an odd fashion. It gave the whole image a very bizarre tone….
The sight of it thoroughly shocked the surrounding Western Desert Cultivators, as well as the Frigid Snow Clan cultivators. They stared in amazement at Meng Hao, their minds reeling. If by this point they didn’t realize who Meng Hao was, then they truly didn’t deserve to even be alive.
“You’re… you’re Patriarch Golden Light!” exclaimed First Elder with a gasp, his face filled with disbelief.
One by one, the Frigid Snow Clan Cultivators began to breathe heavily and utter hushed exclamations.
“Patriarch… Golden Light?!”
“Patriarch Golden Light!”
Eyeless But Not Voiceless!“Have faith in the Lord Fifth, gain eternal life! When the Lord Fifth appears, who dares to cause strife!“Three circles to the left, three circles to the right! Shake those butts…. Gaze upon the Immortal Execution spell formation!”A sound like the rumble of thunder slowly grew louder and louder. Off in the distance, a billowing fog could be seen that covered Heaven and Earth. Within the roiling fog were thousands of huge figures running back and forth, their bodies twisting into strange postures. The sound of it echoed about, and as they ran, it emanated out an indescribable power, such that anyone who laid eyes on the whole sight would be struck speechless.More than five thousand people were running, causing everything to tremble and shake. The roiling fog seemed to affect everything around it, as if the sky and the land would be sundered. In front of the five thousand running men was a multicolored parrot. It blustered haughtily, its squawks ringing out into the air.“Come come! Shout out a little louder for Lord Fifth!”This whole scene completely shook the one thousand Western Desert Cultivators. The eight Nascent Soul experts stared in shock at the bizarre-looking men, and the bird.As for the white-robed Cultivator from the Constellation Tribe, the bowl in front of him suddenly started to tremble. The turbid waters within began to spill as he stared up at the sight.สำหรับสมาชิกกองทัพหิมะหนาวภายในเชิงเนินหนาม แสงจากสะกดพวกยังคงเติบโตสดใส อย่างไรก็ตาม เครื่องพรวนดินมากกว่าสองร้อยที่ไม่สามารถช่วย แต่หอบ หนังศีรษะของพวกเขาเริ่มไปอาการที่ตกใจฉาก และทั้งหมดที่ไม่อยู่ก็จ้อง numblyผู้สูงอายุแกสี่ดำ เป็นเบา Hanxue ฉาน Hanxue จ้องปากกว้างเปิด ใบหน้าของเธอเต็มไป ด้วยศรัทธานอกเชิงเนินหนาม บางส่วนของเครื่องพรวนดินดินแดนสีดำภายในแรงจากทะเลทรายตะวันตกเริ่มที่จะร้องไห้ออกมาใน quavering เสียง"นั่นคือ...การก่อตัวสะกดของห้าพระจากโบสถ์แสงทอง!!"ทันที นี้เกิดจากคนที่จะเข้าใจว่าฉากนี้แปลกประหลาดคือ"คริสตจักรแสงทอง!! พระแสงทอง! "ภายในเชิงเนินหนาม สมาชิกถูกหายใจหนักเป็นเสียงจากภายนอกกองทัพหิมะหนาวลอยเข้ามาในหูของพวกเขา มันใช้เวลาไม่นานสำหรับการตอบสนอง ทันใดนั้น บางส่วนของเครื่องพรวนดินที่เริ่มพูด"มาจากคริสตจักรแสงทอง"ชื่อของคริสตจักรแสงทองทรงอย่างละเอียดมาในดินแดนสีดำเพิ่ง และเรื่องเล่าเกี่ยวกับพระแสงสีทองลึกลับ และน่าสนใจ เพื่อดูสิ่งที่พวกเขาได้เห็นตอนนี้เกิดจากความคิดของการเติม ด้วยช็อตNone of the Cultivators present were sure exactly why they were here. Meng Hao coughed lightly as he thought about the fame earned recently by the Church of the Golden Light. He looked at the approaching group of more than five thousand Cultivators, all of whom were said to be his own followers.“Church of the Golden Light!” he cried out. “Hear my orders. Surround the enemy Cultivators outside the Thorn Rampart!” Suddenly, a blinding golden glow erupted out from him, which was none other than light from his Gold Core. It circulated around his body, bathing everything around him with golden light. Anyone who was nearby couldn’t help but see clearly.As his voice echoed out, and the golden light began to shine, the Cultivators around him turned to stare at him.The four Grand Elders’ eyes were wide, and even Hanxue Bao was looking at him with a deep expression.Even as they stared at him, the five thousand Cultivators flew whistling closer. They heard Meng Hao’s voice, and saw the golden light, whereupon their voices combined with shocking power to cry:“We shall follow the Patriarch’s commands to the death!!” Five thousand voices roared the words, which reverberated out. The roiling fog followed the five thousand Cultivators as they ran to surround the area. Shocking booming sounds accompanied their running; the sky above grew gray, and the earth quaked. Layers upon layers of fog rose up, within which could be seen towering, phantom figures that bore the appearance of Celestial warriors.
However… their postures were bizarre, and their rear ends shook in an odd fashion. It gave the whole image a very bizarre tone….
The sight of it thoroughly shocked the surrounding Western Desert Cultivators, as well as the Frigid Snow Clan cultivators. They stared in amazement at Meng Hao, their minds reeling. If by this point they didn’t realize who Meng Hao was, then they truly didn’t deserve to even be alive.
“You’re… you’re Patriarch Golden Light!” exclaimed First Elder with a gasp, his face filled with disbelief.
One by one, the Frigid Snow Clan Cultivators began to breathe heavily and utter hushed exclamations.
“Patriarch… Golden Light?!”
“Patriarch Golden Light!”
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