Accompanied by the subtle sound, a middle-aged man with blonde hair and blue eyes in thin white robe slowly walked out from a distance. He was tall and strong, but his breath was very ordinary, without any force at all. Even anyone who saw him would only feel an inexplicable peace and tranquility, as if he was in the morning sun.

"Are you an Orthodox, a Catholic Church, or a Protestant?" Yuan Qingwei looked at the visitor, a little curious. Although the other party seemed ordinary in all aspects, his body contained an extremely sacred breath of Zhuangmu and divine aura. It is certain that he was a believer of the Western Holy Light God.

This God is similar to the God of the Holy Light in the Lord of the World, but has subtle differences in the first world.

Although Yuan Qingwei disliked the missionaries who took root in the Middle Earth, weakened the barriers of the Jiuzhou, and made people forget their ancestors. Even while killing evil gods and expelling Fusang Temple, they would also disperse the divine power condensed in the church, they still respected the sacred they followed.

On the one hand, it is the respect for His realm. For those divine power condensed above the church, the Nine Sky Golden Scarf can only crush and absorb, but cannot refine and extract the information in it. It can already show the lofty realm of the other party.

On the other hand, it is to have a certain respect for the other party himself.

Many people worship a certain god devoutly, believe in a certain god, and even give everything they have to this god, but it is very likely that such believers will not know what the god they worship throughout their lives.

Their worship, belief and dedication may simply place a certain emotion and thought on a symbol. This behavior does not make them approach the gods they believe in, nor does it mean that they truly understand the true meaning represented by the gods, nor does it mean that their behavior and thoughts are in line with God's teachings.

Yuan Qingwei, who also practiced the divine way, was very clear that the acquired gods were essentially a derivative of the laws of heaven and earth. When they reached the other party’s realm, they were almost in harmony with the Tao. The symbols, sects, and even the so-called popes in the ordinary world cannot actually represent the other party.

Therefore, for such a god, you can despise his sect in the world, but you cannot despise the other party because of this. Even if you have your own beliefs, you should maintain the most basic respect for the other party.

At the same time, there are always some unknown monks who do not care about worldly power within such a huge sect.

For example, the one in front of you is definitely not a simple person.

The other party's answer was just like Yuan Qingwei's guess.

"I am just an ordinary monk."

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged foreign missionary said it very well in Chinese, but his words did not make Yuan Qingwei relax his guard. The beliefs of ascetics were divided into pure conceptual recognition, devout prayer, and crazy worship. What kind of person is known to him. Many of the things that Yuan Qingwei has done recently, for those who are crazy about their faith, can be burned to death a hundred times on the stolen rack, which is more than enough.

"Why are you here?"

"Come for redemption!" The middle-aged man looked at Yuan Qingwei with a faint smile on his face and said, "You are a blessed person and should not be influenced by the heretics..."

"Wait a minute!" Yuan Qingwei interrupted the other party's remarks, vaguely guessed the other party's meaning, shook his head and refused, "Sorry, I don't think I need to believe in other gods!"

As he said that, strands of divine power appeared in Yuan Qingwei's palm. Looking at the power of Yuan Qingwei's palm, the middle-aged man's face changed drastically: "What an evil power! For the sake of the Lord's faith! Death! Evil God!"

After saying that, a slight white sacred light began to appear on the middle-aged man's body, and loud sings faintly sounded in the air. A series of sacred lights intertwined behind him. The originally dawn-like light transformed towards noon. The hot light turned into two pairs of winged shadows formed by light and appeared behind him. The holy and soft feathers trembled gently, emitting a sacred, bright, peaceful and warm atmosphere.

But the next moment, the wings were broken, countless illusory feathers scattered, and the glory was dim. The middle-aged man was knocked out directly with Yuan Qingwei's palm towards the air, and fell to the ground and splashed dust.

"Oh!" Yuan Qing, who had a lot of divine lights in his mind, sighed slightly. The cultivation level of this guy in front of him was already a first-class existence in the world of the Republic of China, and was only a little inferior to the original ancestor. In the main world, it was no worse than the cultivators in the middle and late stages of the mage realm. In addition, the special nature of the opponent's holy power was also difficult for Yuan Qingwei to easily suppress the opponent without mobilizing his divine power.

Since the other party had the courage to come alone, either with some support or with reinforcements behind him, Yuan Qingwei would naturally not fight with him stupidly. He immediately attracted the first three-talented divine power of the Jiuxiao Golden Strip and slapped the other party out with a slap.

"Lord! Please give me the sacred power to defeat evil!" As he spoke, the middle-aged man who stood up again had an old parchment manuscript in his hand. The pages of the book naturally flipped with the other party's words, and the sacred breath flowed out. Tiny golden lights appeared on the manuscript, breaking through the Fengzhen that Yuan Qingwei left on him.

‘It turns out to be a crazy believer!’ Seeing that the other party didn’t care about the subtle harm caused by his forced breakthrough, but instead continued to gather stronger strength, Yuan Qing frowned slightly. He was really unwilling to face such a believer who was almost crazy.

Moreover, the manuscript in the other party's hand should also be the holy relics of a certain saint, which is almost first-class in the artifact. When the two add together, it will make Yuan Qingwei more troublesome to deal with it.

"Evil God, repent in the Lord's glory!" The middle-aged man looked at Yuan Qingwei with clear eyes. The manuscript in his hand kept flipping, and countless golden lights turned into a holy pillar of light that was extremely sacred and emitting boundless pressure, falling towards Yuan Qingwei.

The light is dazzlingly white, but it looks very extreme, and it is a kind of purity that cannot withstand a trace of impurities.

‘Is this guy crazy? No! The thinking of a crazy believer is not much the same as that of a normal person! Or, for him, bathing in this pure glory is a kind of enjoyment?’ Yuan Qingwei complained in his heart. The other party’s hand seemed powerful, but it also caused great harm to himself. After all, this pure light is not a good thing for the human body. Even if the other party has the same holy power, it will at most change from concentrated sulfuric acid to dilute sulfuric acid.

The middle-aged man who summoned the holy and glorious seemed extremely pious. Although he felt a slight tingling pain all over his body, a feeling of purifying his body and mind made his spirit extremely excited and felt a sense of pleasure.

But soon, this passion began to fade away, because many divine lights appeared in front of Yuan Qingwei's body, and countless phantoms changed, quickly "polluting" the falling light columns, and then cut, decompose, and turn them into halos around them.

The middle-aged man said angrily: "What a terrible evil god! But in front of the Lord's glory, all evil gods are just illusions..."

This time he didn't finish his words, but was suppressed by the divine power condensed by Yuan Qingwei. The colorful halos were stacked and rotated up and down, and the seal scripts were flying in an endless stream, forming chains, and firmly bound the middle-aged man.

"How dare the ignorant sinners bind God's believers with evil power? Lord! Give me..."

The middle-aged man kept praying for Yuan Qingwei's suppression, and the brighter light flowed out from his body. His body began to be unable to bear it. His blood boiled and evaporated, and the pores in his body also bloomed outwards. The whole person burned himself like a torch, shining on his surroundings.

Correspondingly, an extremely vast and sacred pressure continued to surge, as if it was about to descend from somewhere.
Chapter completed!