At the entrance to the inner entrance of the royal tomb, the people from the Temple of Light were quietly staying.

Around them are more than a hundred elite royal guards, wearing Qian Hong's robe and iron armor, holding shields and spears, lined up in two rows, blocking the entrance without looking squint.

The dozen or so people from the Temple of Light sat nearby in three or three taels of flesh or stood aside to chat, which seemed very leisurely, forming a sharp contrast with the murderous atmosphere of the elite royal family.

Xiangli walked farther, glanced at the two rows of royal guards, and asked in a low voice: "How long have they been in?"

“It’s been more than two hours.”

Xianli's old face turned cold: "The inside of the Wangling is quite big, but it's more than two hours long enough for them to reach the target point, and we can act."

"I really have to do it, and I don't consider the royal reaction?" Afanlin asked.

"What can you do? They don't want something." Henry said coldly: "Besides, those stupid royal members will know what it is for? They can't even keep their keys."

Afanlin smiled, thinking that Xiangli was very reasonable.

Then Xiangli waved his hand, and a dozen people who looked at the leisurely and casual Pastor Guangming used magic at the same time.

In an instant, the light arrows, light bullets, and the light judgment were thrown into the middle of two rows of elite guards.

Because the matter was so sudden, these guards were useless to react, and they were directly overwhelmed by a large area of ​​light magic.

After the rumbling sound, a large area of ​​guards fell from the ground, with broken limbs and broken bodies everywhere, and blood was like black slurry, splashing everywhere.

Several soldiers with particularly tenacious vitality survived, but either suffered serious internal injuries or lost part of their bodies. If they were left alone, they would definitely not live long.

One of the men, who was obviously the leader, was lying on the ground, staring at the air with dull eyes, and murmured, "Why...?"

The Church of Light has a high reputation in Frans. For the people of the Frans state, the Church of Light is kind and kind.

But this completely unreasonable and without any warning, they were killed all of them, like an evil person, which made the leader unable to believe until his death.

Afanlin walked over and stepped heavily on the leader's neck. After confirming that the man died, he looked inside the Wangling and asked, "Let's go now?"

"Leave three people to guard the door. If the gravekeeper comes, kill them without any hesitation."

"Three people, too few."

"Those gravekeepers are so weak that they have not fought for hundreds of years, and have lived here for generations, and have completely become a ritual."

Afanlin smiled: "Your Excellency Xiangli, you are the chief minister, of course you listen to you, just..."

Xiangli waved his hand: "If something goes wrong, I'll take responsibility."

Afanlin raised his eyebrows and did not speak anymore. Then the group of people in the Temple of Light slightly moved the bodies blocking the way and entered the royal tomb.

Walking down the stone steps, the members of the Temple of Gods were amazed when they saw the scene below.

Afanlin also praised: "This place is even more majestic than the Pure Spirit Site in our Holy Land. People dare to compare with God, and the royal family is quite brave."

"This place was built for them hundreds of years ago. The Pope at that time didn't think there was anything." Xianli was about to say a few more words, but suddenly he frowned and looked into the distance, saying, "A heroic spirit has come."

This royal tomb was built by the temple back then, so they naturally had some information. They also knew what the Hero Spirit was.

Two heroes who were searching for Beta, found a distance from the temple that did not use magic to cover their footprints. After sending out communication soul fluctuations, they rushed over.

Xiangli and others were prepared for it. When they saw two heroic spirits, ten light priests took action at the same time. It took almost thirty seconds for the rain of light balls to erase the two heroic spirits.

Afanlin snorted: "I'm so weak, is this a heroic spirit?"

Xiangli also smiled and said, "The literature should be exaggerated. With this little strength, how can one be called a hero?"

At this time, the heroic spirits who were searching for Beta turned around and turned to them. After Monica felt the soul warning, she rushed over angrily.

The Temple of Light killed two heroes. Before he could walk far, he saw another hero coming over. Afanlin wanted to speak out a few more sarcastic words, and then his face turned a little ugly.

Behind this hero, there were still a group of heroes floating in dense groups. It was estimated that there should be about one hundred.

Xiangli's face was also a little ugly: "Cloud barrier, kill them with all your might."

The three priests of Light immediately set up a circle of white brigades. A group of heroes flew over and surrounded the ending left and right.

Unlike ordinary souls, these heroes have the ability to think, and they can feel the restraint of the light barrier on them.

Instead of rushing forward rashly, they floated around, thinking about how to break through this barrier.

"Since they don't come down, I will take the initiative to attack." Xianli waved her hand and shouted in anger: "Group use a wave of light flares to attack."

As soon as the words fell, the barrier disappeared, and dozens of luminous bombs were fired out, and the barrier stood up in an instant.

This is a practical tip for joint combat between the Divine God Cult.

There were dozens of light bullets, only one-third of them hit. After most heroes were hit by a light bullet, they first missed their arms and legs, and even lost their heads, but then their missing parts immediately grew back, but their bodies became more transparent.

There were also two heroes who were more unlucky, and they disappeared on the spot.

Seeing this scene, the heroes quickly dispersed and fell to the ground again.

"Come again."

The barrier opened again, and dozens of light bullets were shot out. But the heroes had already dispersed and were prepared for it. After a wave of barrage, only a few heroes were hit, and they were only injured and did not disappear at all.

There are also some smarter spirits that penetrated underground at the dead corner of the enemy.

Although Wang Ling used a lot of anti-demonic materials, heroes are different from ordinary souls. Ordinary souls cannot penetrate the ground at all, but heroes can still do it if they want to sneak in two or three meters.

"Come again." Henry frowned.

Light bombs are not a very expensive magic technique, and there is no problem for them to fire dozens of times.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a scream. He turned his head and looked over and found that the leg of a Pastor Light was caught by a transparent hand.

Then a transparent shadow entered the body of the light priest nearby.

Pastor Light scratched his throat desperately, as if something had strangled his breath.
Chapter completed!