He knew that he had lost and that the Holy Sect was finished. At this moment, his eyes looked a little lonely.

On the side, Jiang Hongshao also breathed a sigh of relief, the overall situation has been decided.

Although I didn't get the Taoist artifact, I still have the Holy Sect's treasure and can go back to pay for it.

At this time, a large sword in the sky, with overwhelming killing intent, fell towards the Third Ancestor below.

This sword was so powerful that wherever it passed, the space was shattered.

Looking at the big sword above his head, the Third Ancestor closed his eyes helplessly. In his current state, he could not block the sword at all.

And at this critical moment, a sword flew out and struck at the broadsword.

boom!

The broadsword was blocked.

The Third Patriarch opened his eyes, and a woman appeared in front of him. She was Tushan Yinglian.

Seeing her, hope ignited in the eyes of the Third Ancestor again. Tushan Yinglian's strength was not weaker than him, and she could also master the art of clone. With him around, maybe there would be hope for the Holy Sect.

The Third Patriarch looked directly at Tushan Yinglian and said with a smile, "After all, you still can't let go of the Holy Sect."

Tushan Yinglian shook his head, "I let it go.

It’s just that I think it’s a pity that you died here.

Also, it would be detrimental to Tianzong for the Shengzong’s wealth to fall into the Jiang family.”

After hearing these words, the Third Patriarch seemed to understand what Tushan Yinglian meant.
Chapter completed!