Chapter 6 Life and Death Crisis
The sanctuary of the supreme plane may only be food for god-level masters or raw materials for making golden soul beads, but in the material plane, everyone is a brilliant existence. Not to mention that Sean is only level 8, even if he has reached the peak of level 9, he will definitely be in danger of death if he encounters the weakest sanctuary.

Fortunately, the gap is not as big as that between the Sanctuary and God. In the original work, when Lin Lei transformed to level 9, he fought against a Sanctuary master who had comprehended the mysteries of the Holy See. Although he did not succeed in leaping the level, he still had some ability to resist.

Although Sean is still level 8 now, he has barely reached level 9 overall. However, compared with the original Lin Lei who was fighting against the masters of the Holy Land, he is still not as good. It depends on the level of this Holy Land in front of him.

"You are Sean, right? Then you are Leilia?" The Sanctuary master hanging in the air said with a faint smile.

"Yes." Sean and Leilia did not deny it. The biggest problem with being famous is that the enemies also know about you, and it is impossible to keep your appearance a secret. Besides, the Holy See of Light was in its heyday before, who could have thought that there would be such a change in just a few years? Before that, there was no need for absolute confidentiality.

"You two are considered geniuses in Zhongyuan Continent, so I won't make things difficult for you." The Holy Domain master who was suspended in the air gently descended in front of Sean and the others. Suddenly, he frowned, and two black rays of light flashed from his brows and rushed towards Sean and Leilia.

The black light was moving so fast that Sean could hardly keep up. He saw the black light shooting into his head and deep in his soul, a black thread rushed towards his soul.

At this moment, the Panlong Ring in Sean's hand flashed with green light, and a terrifying soul power instantly transmitted from his fingers to his brain. The black silk was instantly annihilated by this power, and then the power of the ring returned.

"Is this soul control?" Although Sean did not know death magic, he knew that the only person who could control level 8 with the Sanctuary was a Holy Mage who had practiced death magic. He only had the rule of death and was best at controlling other people's souls. In the original book, when it was the Magnolia plane, the god-level master wizard was able to control the Sanctuary. It was estimated that when he was in the Sanctuary, he might be able to control people of lower levels.

“Haha, two geniuses are controlled by me like this.” The Saint Mage of Death laughed.

"Congratulations, Lord Cyrus, for obtaining a new puppet." Several men in black around him flattered him. Apparently, this was not the first time they had encountered such a thing while following the Holy Mage of Death Magic.

“What a pity. After being controlled by the soul, this talent is definitely not as powerful as before.” The Death Saint Mage Cyrus laughed coldly: “However, it would be very interesting if we ordered the two of them to return and slaughter the people of the Church of Light, or even their relatives.”

"Great Elder, how about we break into Shengyue City through this tunnel?" said one of his men.

"Are you an idiot? Even if Shengyue City is weak now, are we going to die with just a few of us?" Cyrus said coldly.

"Yes, yes, yes." The person who was scolded was frightened and immediately retreated, not daring to say anything more. But in his heart, he felt a little angry. This Cyrus, in fact, had average talent, but was just lucky. He had just broken through the Saint Realm and started to boss them around.

"Hey, space rings?" Cyrus suddenly saw the rings on Sean and Lelia's hands, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Unrecognize your space rings."

"Yes." After saying this, Leilia immediately removed the ring's recognition of its owner and then threw the ring away.

When Sean saw this, he had no choice but to follow suit. It seemed that the Death Saint Mage in front of him did not have a strong ability to control his soul and did not even know that he was not being controlled. But think about it, after all, he was just in the Holy Land, and some of the tricks of the rules of death would probably be used blindly, and he was not very proficient at all. This was probably the operation of the Death Lords to facilitate their missionary work and gain the power of faith.

Suddenly, a dagger suddenly appeared in the hand of Relia, who was walking near Cyrus, and stabbed fiercely at Cyrus, the Holy Mage of Death who issued the order.

"You" Cyrus was shocked, but he was not worried. He was a Saint Domain magician, and although he had just been promoted, being approached by a level 8 warrior at such a close distance would be a little troublesome, but he would not be hurt. A random magic defense could not be broken by a level 8 warrior. If it was a level 9 warrior, the threat would be greater.

In fact, he rushed to Shengyue City this time just to find an opportunity to obtain the corpse of a holy warrior, and then refine it into a puppet with death magic, so as to make up for the disadvantage of his weak body.

"Puchi." The sound of a blade piercing was heard, and Relia's dagger easily pierced through the left hand of the Holy Mage of Death and directly cut off his hand.

"Divine Artifact!" The Death Saint Mage was shocked and quickly retreated. After all, he was in the Holy Domain. Even if he was not good at speed, he was not comparable to the level 8 warrior. When he was far away, he swung out a black gas and hit Leilia who was holding a dagger. The dagger was an attacking artifact and had limited resistance to attacks. Leilia was still knocked away by one move and fell to the ground spitting blood.

"Hahaha, you half-human, half-ghost thing, how does my dagger taste?" Leilia seemed to know that he couldn't escape, and instead laughed heartily.

"You actually have a divine weapon? It seems that you have a good relationship with those god-level masters of the Holy See of Light. But how did you still maintain your consciousness?" Cyrus did not care about being scolded, but asked instead.

A level 8 warrior with a magic weapon, even if he can't exert much of the magic weapon's power, but his attack power is still greater than that of a level 9 warrior. He was also injured at close range, but it is worth it to get an extra magic weapon.

"I won't tell you even if I die." Leilia smiled coldly.

"Hmph, very good. After you die, the artifact will belong to me." Cyrus took a look at his severed left hand. After leaving his body, the broken hand quickly withered.

He has just become a Sanctuary Mage not long ago, and the death magic is extremely harmful to the body. His body is much weaker than other normal Sanctuary Mages. Normally, he needs some time to recover. If the Dark Church had not been besieging the Light Church, he would not have been in a hurry to come out.

However, although his hand was broken, he could still recover as long as he could find a water-based holy mage who was good at restoration magic. There were many such masters in the Water God Cult, but he would have to pay a considerable price.

"But if you want to die, it won't be that easy. I'll let your good brother kill you personally." Cyrus' voice gradually turned cold, and then he ordered Sean: "You, come here and kill him."

Leilia was stunned and glanced at Sean who had been standing aside. Suddenly, he felt uncomfortable. He thought he could not escape. He would die, but he would die at the hands of his brother. If Sean regained consciousness in the future, how painful would that be?

However, he was seriously injured and could not even stand up. He had no ability to resist at all. Although his father gave him a magic weapon and some treasures to protect himself, he was only level 8 after all. Facing the enemies in the Holy Land, he was still too weak.

"You have to kill him slowly, cutting his flesh piece by piece." Cyrus said fiercely.

"Yes." Sean walked towards Leilia, and suddenly, a purple sword appeared in his hand. Then he turned around like lightning, aimed directly at Cyrus' head, and stabbed it with the strongest fighting spirit.

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