The pope suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "What are you doing? Stop it all... This is a war, this is a very realistic war. Do you want to insult yourself? Do you want to use this person's blood to cover your hands and shame your family and your reputation? A group of idiots, war has no reason to say. Kill the enemy and protect yourself. This is the ultimate goal of the war. Rolandis is an idiot, hum. If you want to avenge him, just duel with each other and kill each other, do you understand?"

The people of the Holy See all the people blushed and returned to their original position, looking at the gentle and elegant virtue with a murderous intent, and were wiping the blood stains on their hands with a white handkerchief. Seeing so many fierce gazes, Izuki suddenly shivered all over and sat down on the ground, looking delicate and pitiful. He blinked his handsome eyes and smiled at the pope and said, "Fortunately, you old man called them, otherwise the boy would be timid and prepared to escape, collapse thousands of miles and retreat. Kurakura was like a dog that was a broken family, and was as anxious as a fish that broke the net. He would definitely lose his morality and lose his morality. Thank you for saving the boy's gentleness."

After Izumoko said that, he stood up very seriously, patted the dust on his butt, and saluted carefully at the Pope at an altitude of more than 200 meters. The Pope looked at Izumoko coldly. At his insidiousness, all the people of the Holy See felt like a piece of lead was pressed on. The other party was just a few small soldiers who were leading the battle, so it was so difficult to deal with. If they met their main force, wouldn’t it be even more embarrassing?

People in the Holy See also don’t think about how many guys of the level of the Seven Demons of Wuxia are in the modification of aliens? Especially in modern times, those animals that can be trained to become top monsters have been hunted almost all, and there are no people who are better than them.

The pope was still thinking about who to send out. A sacred knight stood up. He was carrying a huge trident on his shoulder, about two meters and twenty meters tall, and his whole body was covered with a heavy silver armor. This is Kuran, known as the number one divine power among the sacred knights, and his power is even greater than that of the already disabled Hagen.

Kulan roared in anger: "Your Majesty, let me go, I will smash his head and then give his body to you."

The pope was so tired, what did I want this guy's body? When Kulan was amateur, who was the teacher? He had to punish me well when he went back. It should be said that he would give me the glory of defeating the enemy. This is what a normal person should say, right? The pope hesitated for a moment and did not agree. Looking at Kulan, he was just a big stupid person, and who were the guys on the other side, and they were all treacherous. Isn't Kulan going up and going to die?

Philot reported in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Kuran should be able to deal with this guy. That boy has no weapons. With just a pair of empty hands, he would never be able to break through Kuran's defense. The armor on Kuran is an absolutely completely defensive holy weapon. It can even withstand the full-strength attack of the Holy Knight. What are you afraid of?"

When the Pope heard this, he was at least invincible. The candidate had a good relationship. He nodded slowly, put his hand gracefully on Curran's head, and whispered: "The Lord will bless you, Curran, try to kill the enemy. Your heroic behavior will be recorded in the history of the Holy See." The Pope was afraid that Izumoko would have another idea. The huge holy power in his body lost a piece of armor that entered Curran, and added a layer of magic cover to him that could defend against most physical attacks.

Curran roared, and the joints on his body made a loud "crackling" sound. The trident waved in the air, like a giant waving a mountain. The white holy light flowed everywhere, like a light snake, and looked scary. The other eleven semi-divine holy knights in the Holy See immediately applauded and cheered with the Pope's guards. Several cardinal archbishops showed joyful smiles, while Philot and his group of people from the referee looked at Curran with cold faces, and there were even people who wanted him to make a fool of themselves.

Like a god of war, Kuran fell from the sky and landed in front of Izumizi. He deliberately stomped on the ground with a heavy foot. With a loud "buzzing" sound, the soil layer within a radius of five meters immediately cracked a huge gap. The powerful wind blew the Yunzi back three meters before falling. Seeing Kuran's powerful posture, the people in the Holy See were so comfortable that they shouted like crazy. In particular, several sacred knights with good relationship with Kuran sang war songs, and white holy lights fell from the sky to increase their power for Kuran.

Izumoko smiled and bowed to Kuran, but Kuran looked at Izumoko cautiously, aiming the trident in his hand tightly at Izumoko, and did not dare to slacke off at all.

Izumoko wandered around Kuran for a few times, and Kuran's long halberd slowly followed Izumoko, but he didn't dare to be careless at all. Izumoko suddenly sighed, looked at Kuran helplessly, and muttered in a low voice: "Such thick armor is very heavy, but it's a pity, it's too difficult to hit. Such a big body, such a heavy spear... Oh, and there are three forks of spears. Well, if you hit Xiaosheng, wouldn't Xiaosheng be so heartbroken?"

Izumoko shook her head, sighed, shook her head again, and continued to sigh, standing opposite Kuran. Kuran thought Izumoko was about to take action, so he immediately shouted again, and thick white light appeared all over his body. He seemed to have a wind eye, and a strong storm blew out of him.

Izumoko turned her head and raised her hand to signal: "Three, come here, come here, translate it for your brother, and said I didn't fight him, I couldn't beat him, his skin was too thick. Your brother, I was afraid that my hands would hurt and didn't dare to fight him... Well, just tell him that he was like a big turtle, hiding in the shell and not daring to see anyone. Even his head was covered, what if it wasn't a turtle?"

Jin Xingzi floated up with a giant stick and shouted loudly: "Big guy, fuck, my dick doesn't fight you, what's the ability for you to bully people in your armor? Don't you think you are like a turtle, using a hard shell to deal with a tiger? You don't have the courage to fight a fair duel, I despise you, you villain."

In line with his words, Izumoko took out a soft cloth belt, put a stitch on his neck, and closed his eyes with both hands. Jin Xingzi muttered a few words and roared loudly: "Hey, you big stupid bear, our second son said, you rely on your own weapons to take advantage of it, he doesn't want to fight you, so you just tie him back, he's ready to surrender... You bandit who doesn't have the courage to fight fairly." After that, Jin Xingzi left with a giant stick, looking contemptuous.

Kuran roared angrily: "What did you say?"

The Pope and the others were already shocked. Could he be fooled again? A sacred knight couldn't help but screamed: "Curan, don't listen to them."

But Kuran had already inserted his trident heavily on the ground, then waved his hands quickly, took off his armor, and finally put aside his helmet, revealing his majestic body wearing only three-legged underwear. He pulled up the trident and said excitedly: "Okay, brat, now we are fair, let's fight... Ha, Kuran has always conquered the enemy with only his own strength, and I never rely on equipment to bully the enemy."

In the dull eyes of the Holy See Army, Izumoko showed an extremely charming laugh. She carefully untied the cloth strap around her neck and put it into a small pocket at her waist. Then she pulled out the folding fan that she inserted into her collar and shook it twice. With a soft smile, Izumoko pointed at Kuran with the folding fan that could not even be slapped the fly.

Kuran was excitedly dancing the trident into a tornado, and the powerful holy power gathered together like a ball of silver fog. It was like a shocking move to fly out. But Kuran was stunned when he saw Izumiko's movements. The trident in his hand subconsciously stopped and looked at Izumiko with a little embarrassment. He just said that he would not rely on equipment to bully others, but this... the trident on his hand was such a heavy holy weapon, and what about the opponent? It was just a small fan.

The pope groaned and covered his eyes tightly. He lamented: "God, are my subordinates all a group of pigs? No... Pigs are smarter than him. Even if it is a wild boar, the wild boar will not pull out their teeth during the fight."

The people around the pope heard the Pope's low curse, and a strange look suddenly appeared on his face. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. He wanted to be serious but couldn't control his facial muscles. So everyone bit his tongue tightly, regardless of the severe pain after his tongue was bitten.

Kuran suddenly threw away his trident, shook his two huge fists and approached Izumiko a few steps, then slapped his fist a few times in the air, making a crisp sound of "splash", which showed how amazing his punch was. Izumiko nodded, inserted the folding fan back into the collar, and sighed and said, "Well, to be fair, your size is still too big. You either cut off your head or your legs, otherwise, Xiaosheng and you are still very different... But you definitely won't agree. People are always selfish... Forget it, just, Xiaosheng suffered this loss today... Well, I am fighting with three people alone. Look at you, there are three big ones."

All the clergy in the Holy See who could understand China were tense. Their eyes of Izumiko were beyond description. Angry, funny, helpless, and even Philot and his schadenfresh smiles. Who knows what they think?

The pope sighed: "This Izumoko... is a powerful figure. Philot is ready to send a master out. Kuran is dead." Philot nodded silently and searched for his subordinates. Galanti rolled her eyes, her shoulders collapsed, and she didn't say anything. Philot smiled. How could he send his number one confidant to the field so early?

Izumoko was soft and lightly slapped. Kuran easily slapped Izumoko's slap with his backhand and punched him in front of him. Losing the power of the holy weapon, the meager sacred power in Kuran's body could only emit a faint white light, and there was no force at all. Izumoko was determined to tease these enemies from the Holy See, so she deliberately threw her hands back and flew backwards, screaming in surprise: "Oh, such a heavy fist, you can kill three monkeys with one punch."

Jin Xingzi was furious in the distance, and was about to smash Izumizi with a stick. Qing Lingzi and the others were so anxious that they dragged the angry monkey tightly. Jin Xingzi couldn't get rid of the obstacles of several brothers. As soon as he came up with murderous aura, he smashed Qing Lingzi and the others with a stick. As a result, before the result was found on Izumizi and the others, the seven demons of Wuxia started to fight one after another. The tiger-headed monster hugged his head and ran around the Yunlu, screaming: "Three, three, don't hit the wrong thing, I'm not the second, I'm the fifth... I didn't say that that guy could kill three monkeys with one punch. How could he kill three? At most one to kill one."

"八" angrily scolded, and Jin Xingzi used his mysterious skills, and several golden shadows rushed out, smashing the tiger-headed monster's eyes darkly fell on the clouds.

The Pope's attention was no longer on Kuran, but stared at Venus and the others. He whispered: "It's strange, why are they so relaxed? Do they think we are vulnerable? Or are they having any conspiracy? But conspiracy is compared to ordinary soldiers. In battles of our level, conspiracy has no effect... Why can they still be so relaxed when facing the enemy?"

The fight between Izumoko and Kuran also reached a "climax" stage. Izumoko screamed strangely: "Oh, what a heavy fist, I killed the little life." His figure was like a wind, circling Kuran, and he took a few handfuls on Kuran and grabbed him weakly. Kuran punched wildly, but he could never touch Izumoko's body. He was so tired that he was panting and exhausted.

The Pope shook his head, and was about to issue an order to admit that he had lost the game, so he asked the two to stop. After all, Kuran is a sacred knight. If he fell for no reason, would he be able to save face from the Holy See? He actually gave up his armor and weapons in the face of the battle. This is a huge joke.

But Izumoko's heart is really more than seven orifices. Seeing that the pope was about to open his mouth, he knew what he was going to say. Izumoko laughed and his body suddenly accelerated. Several holy knights screamed: "Kuran, summon the holy weapon, hurry up..." Yes, summon the holy weapon, only by re-equipping the holy weapon before Izumoko takes action can I resist Izumoko's attack.

With a clear cry of "Yo", a huge red-crowned crane appeared on the spot, and two people were tall from claws to top. The golden claws and golden eyes were neatly covered with silver hair, emitting a soft luster. There were rays of rays of rays of light and mist around the body, emitting powerful true energy fluctuations. A huge crane swung its claws and grabbed Kuran with one claw at the stunned Kuran. With a 'sweep', Izumoko grabbed Kuran's entire face into a piece of rotten flesh, and put it aside with the two eyes.

Izumoko's right wing slapped it out fiercely. The powerful pressure like a huge wave shattered Kulan's bones and blasted his entire body straight into the Pope. Just as Kulan's body was more than a hundred meters away from the Pope and several holy knights were about to intercept the flesh and blood, Izumoko transformed into a human form, and his face was fiercely shot in. The folding fan in his hand was rolled up. Kulan's huge head flew into the sky, and then Izumoko roared wildly: "The world is not kind to treat all things as straw dogs, and the human heart is not kind to treat others as sacrifices. Izumoko kills..."

A flash of white light flashed rapidly, and Kuran was easily cut into small pieces of meat like tofu. Then Izumiko hit her left palm, and a white light flashed, and countless pieces rushed towards the Pope and the others. The Pope was so angry that he punched out, and a huge white light whistled out, smashing all the incoming meat into pieces.

Izumoko had already rushed towards Kuran's armor and trident, and rolled out a long belt around her waist, pulled a set of armor and trident and ran away.

The Pope and the others are really anxious now. It’s easy to say that people die. After all, you can find someone with good talent to inherit the power of the holy weapon. But if you take the holy weapon away, isn’t this the last one? At that moment, the two Cardinal Archbishops, seven Saint Knights rushed out first, and the seven Saint Knights grabbed Izumiko with both hands, and the Cardinal Archbishop added powerful holy power to them.

Izumoko sneered, spread his right hand and waved it. A thin silver bead suddenly emitted a ray of light, as if countless steel needles were shot out. With the sound of "hiss, hiss", the seven holy knights turned around and ran away as if they were needle-punched. Their eyes were almost blinded by the strong needle aura. What should I do if I don't run away? The defense blessed by the Archbishop of the Chronicle can only defend against magic and general physical attacks. When encountering the Yuan Dan, a spiritual bird like Izumoko, which was forged by thousands of years of hard work, how could such sharp elixir be resisted by the holy light that was blessed in a hurry?

Philot couldn't stand it anymore. No matter how you say, this holy weapon cannot be taken away, otherwise they would have no face to return to the Holy See. Philot took action himself, and a series of afterimages passed by, and the lightsabers in his hand burst out with hundreds of white splendor, covering Izumiko like a cage.

With a loud "Wow" sound, a black sound wave could be seen in the air attacking Philot from Venus and the others. The referee caught him off guard. How did he expect such a strange sound wave attack? With a "buzzing" sound, Philot almost fell from the sky. The "Demon Tiger Roar" issued by the tiger-headed monster used its full cultivation to shake a cliff in one fell swoop. How could Philot bear it without any precaution?

Philot's eyes were dark, and his head seemed to be muddy. If it weren't for the powerful holy power in his body that actively protected his mind, this power would be enough to make Philot faint. Although the clergy in the Holy See was powerful, it was not cultivated by himself after all, and the strength of the body was far less than that of these elves who practiced ascetics. Once the "Demon Tiger Roar" almost made Philot' make a big ugly.

Philot subconsciously flew towards the Holy See's brigade of people he had imagined, and crashed into the arms of several referees. His throat was hoarse and ordered: "Use your holy power to heal me... God, my eardrums have been greatly damaged, my god, my head."

The pope looked gloomy and looked at Izumoko quickly fled back to his camp. It seemed that he could not take back Kuran's holy weapon for a while. The pope couldn't help but curse Kuran a few times. He waved his hand and shot a holy light on Philip's head. Philip's eardrums were repaired quickly, and the shock of his brain also weakened rapidly, and gradually became clear in front of him.

Philot looked at the tiger-headed monster in fear and whispered: "Your Majesty, they all have some strange skills... Everyone should take action with them. You must raise all your holy power at any time so that their attacks will not cause damage to us. If you are a little careless, we will suffer losses. Do you understand?" This is the lesson that Philot personally learned from him, and all the clergy who heard the order nodded gently.

Even the Pope agreed with his opinion. The Pope knew that his body was not as strong as Philot. If that sound wave could shake Philot's life and death, then he would definitely be able to severely hurt himself. Although he could rely on the power of the thorn head ring to return to normal in an instant, that kind of pain was not something that people could bear. Therefore, it is necessary to fill the holy power inside the body at any time, which is the most important thing.

Izumoko flew back to his brother Fang's head, and smiled and dismantled a set of armor into parts. Each brother held a part in his hand, while Izumoko himself shook the trident with a swagger. Seeing that the people in the Holy See that this set of things were so nervous, Izumoko and the others naturally knew that this was a treasure. Although they didn't know how to use it, they would rather put it on their hands and ruin it than give it to the enemy, right?

A referee from Luo Nan slowly walked out. According to Philot's instructions, he shouted loudly in stuttering Chinese: "We have played several games today. We have to say that you are very powerful. Are there anyone playing against me? Or are you willing to have a decisive battle with us now?"

Izumoko shook the trident on her shoulders, but she felt that it made her shoulder hurt, so she handed it to Venus around her, which made Venusko excitedly smash it with an iron rod. As Mars splashed everywhere, Izumoko said lazily: "After finally something is talking about, well, of course, continue, the man is not satisfied yet, hehe, it seems that you are a master?"

The referee bowed slightly: "Fernan, who is under the deputy referee of the Inquisition, I don't think I am much smarter than the brothers just now, but I think I can defeat you. Who are you?" He showed off a slender knight's sword, slowly untied the robe on his body, threw it aside, revealing his tight robe.

Izumoko quickly said from a distance: "This, don't worry, don't worry, there are people who have the right hands to you. Today, our brothers have already occupied the seven first prizes. As for this, we have to let other people show their faces, otherwise we will say we have no loyalty. As for this, they will arrive soon, please wait a little." After that, Izumoko kicked Jin Xingzi and scolded: "Monkey, what did you knock? If you don't see it, everyone's face wrinkles. This is their treasure. Don't smash it. It's worth some money to sell it in the future?"

Jin Xingzi grinned and looked back. Sure enough, weren’t the Pope and the others looking at him tightly? Jin Xingzi laughed a few times, dragging his trident backwards and then walked away. Qing Lingzi and the others laughed. More than a dozen clouds rolled from all directions. When the clouds disappeared, they disappeared.

The pope was shocked. With his own eyes, he didn't see how they walked? The strange magic of the East really had something to be praised for.

Fernan was furious: "You just escaped like this and dare not fight me? Why do you still say that this is your main battlefield? Is this your way of fighting? Come out with us, otherwise don't blame our Holy See army for completely destroying your mountainous area."

The Pope nodded slightly. This was a good idea. It would destroy this mountainous area to see if they were still hiding so safely. Anyway, this is not the Vatican, so if it is destroyed, it will be destroyed. The Holy See's full blow, according to the power of the "Judicial of God", plus the powerful power of the thorn head ring, can probably destroy an area with a diameter of 200 kilometers. It would be a complete destruction. At that time, it would be destroyed all the way. Let's see if you Middle-earth monks still hide their heads and shrink their tails like this.

A cold and faint voice suddenly sounded: "You blind man, aren't you just behind you? Are you blind?"

The entire Holy See Army was shocked. They looked down and saw that a huge bluestone appeared in the messy battlefield at some point, like a cloud, with an elegant shape. A small, thin old man sat cross-legged on it. In front of him was a black long sword that was nearly two meters long but wide, but could vaguely see a trace of cold light shot out on the sword, which looked amazing.

The old man said gloomyly: "The striker has played. Now it's my turn to play the center. It's just one game. It doesn't matter how many people you come. I'm alone, challenge all of you."

The pope laughed in anger: "Oh, you challenged us alone? Are you not afraid of death?"

The old man grabbed the long sword in his hand and pointed the hilt at the Pope: "I am already impatient with living. It's best if you kill me... I have no parents, no wife, no children, and no property. I've been tired of living for a long time. Come and kill me. My sword is very sharp, and I can kill people without blood. I can even cut off a mountain even if I breathe a breath. You can cut off my head with one knife. Even if you win this game, you will win."

The pope laughed and gently moved his finger. A low-level deacon from the Holy See flew over immediately, waved his hand to the hilt. The old man simply let go of his hand and handed the sword to the deacon. He pulled his collar, stretched his neck, and shouted: "Come on, come on, the old man is impatient anyway, you can kill me if you have the ability... God, I am tired of living. Give me a wife, and give me a few children, I won't be in such a hurry to die." He actually lowered his head and cried, and it was estimated that he had not washed his face for a long time. Light black tears flowed down his face and dripped onto the ground.

The older the old man cried, the more he heard his voice, and in the end he was like a ghost howl. The deacon holding his long sword felt that the demon sounded, and his hand trembled and swung his sword. There was no sound at all. The old man's head fell down and he rolled away with a 'jiri'. The old man's head was howling a few times on the ground, and suddenly he felt a little embarrassed. He said embarrassedly: "Well, I forgot that my head fell off, so I can't cry anymore... My sword is very sharp, right? I said, it can be cut off with one sword...haha..."

The deacon felt a shock in his hand. The sword suddenly turned into a black rainbow and broke through the air. After reaching the sky, the sword body exploded like a flame bomb. Countless tiny black rainbows fell down one after another. The old man's head suddenly cried again: "Oh my God, my head has fallen. You don't let me die. You God is so cruel... forcing me to kill."

The Pope roared: "Fernan, do it."

Before the low-level deacon could retreat, the old man's head had already jumped up, biting his throat, instantly sucking his blood, and then a mouthful of black blood spurted out. The tears he had just dripped on the ground also turned into wisps of black mist, slowly covering the ground in the radius. The thousands of black rainbows in the sky were like a large glass cover, firmly covering the lower part.

A flash of light, the sword suddenly condensed again, and returned to the old man's hand.

Fernan roared wildly, and countless holy lights flashed in a flash of "serial thorns", and he stabbed the old man's body. The old man's right hand was splashing casually, and a dense layer of sword light blocked Fernan's attack. With the sound of "ding ding dangdang", his floating head was said strangely: "I am the old man Xiexin, the leader of the "Evil Sword Sect" in Xingsuhai Tianxinchi. Hey, I have few people under my sect. I'm here to take you to my Xingsuhai to enjoy endless happiness... It's good to find a few godsons to play with."

The black blood he sprayed had turned into a thick ball of black smoke, and countless ghosts appeared in it. It seemed as if he had seen a bloody fly. A ball of black gas was covering Fernan. The old man Xiexin's head was flying in the air with a row of black smoke. He screamed a few times, and suddenly shouted: "Boy, I won't pay you any more. Take the move, we will decide the outcome with one move."

The old man Xiexin scolded the order a few times, and could see countless ghosts around him rushing towards Fernan with knife and fork in hand. His torso suddenly moved, his limbs and body split into pieces, turning into blood mists and covering Fernan. The black sword moaned and suddenly turned into tens of thousands of sword lights that were as strong as dragons. The black light flashed across the sky and covered Fernan.

Fernan roared: "In the name of my master, dispel all evil in the world." His "serial thorns" became even more rapid. A stream of white light accurately hit the sword light, resisting the invasion of the sword light. Then, his left fist was heavily blasted out, and a white cross light column soared into the sky, and the scorching holy light swept across all the surrounding Yin demons.

The old man Xiexin felt like his whole body was burning, and he was shocked. He didn't even bother to take care of the sword. Before the holy light officially entered his body, he turned into a ray of black smoke and rushed into the sky, fleeing in a panic.

Qing Lingzi received the old man Xiexin in the mountain stream thirty miles away. Seeing him fleeing back in a panic with black smoke, he couldn't help but ask: "Old ghost, how about it?"

Old Xie Xin was so angry that he pointed at Izumoko behind Qing Lingzi, and cursed in a low voice: "You flat-haired beast, huh? When did I offend you? I have to force me to use a three-corpse soul to deal with them. Are they so easy to deal with? Damn, I almost lost my hard work for hundreds of years." A ray of black smoke rose from the ground, and two human bodies that looked exactly like Old Xie Xin flew out, and the three bodies instantly merged and restored their original origin.

Izumoko smiled and apologized: "Old ghost, I know that even if they can drive them away, it is rare to hurt you half a hair. The souls of your three corpses are unpredictable. Even if they cut off one of your souls, you still have two. Why are you anxious about? Hundreds of years of hard work? Then the king will compensate you with a thousand-year snow spirit bead? You are so stingy..."

The old man Xiexin grabbed him with one hand: "You are serious about this?"

Izumoko shook her hand: "Isn't your three corpses safe and sound? Then I want to take the Xuepo Bead, but the old man is too shallow." Old man Xiexin was so angry. So what if he had known that he would have lost a soul? With the help of the Xuepo Bead, he could practice it after a long time. In the future, with the power of the Xuepo Bead, he would be even more volatile. He would improve his Taoism a lot. This hateful flat-haired beast.

Izumoko said lightly: "Well, they should think that the evil spirit is easy to deal with. Then, as long as he gives them a little bit of pain, we can start. We first seduce the enemy, then shock the enemy, fear the enemy, and confuse the enemy. Now we are going to anger the enemy, making them restless and lose their normality. Our winning chances will take the lead."

Seeing that the Pope, Ambassador Fernan had driven away such a strange old man with evil heart, he couldn't help but feel happy and said to Philot with a smile: "Although these evil figures are strange and changeable, they are powers of the dark world after all. After all, they are still afraid of our sacred power, and we will definitely win."

Philot compliments: "God is omnipotent and His Majesty the Pope, so that we can win."

Fernan wiped the sweat from his forehead, gasped, and cut the flying sword left by the old man Xiexin in the air into two pieces, turning into thousands of fireflies, and then used holy power to disperse the remaining ghost energy in the air. Then he knelt proudly on the ground in front of the pope, saying respectfully: "Your Majesty, we have won. If the enemy had not murdered our brothers with tricks, we could easily destroy them."

The Pope was about to give a few words of praise, and then challenged the demons again, a thick and heavy voice sounded: "Just you? Destroy us easily? It's ridiculous, ridiculous, I don't know the creatures with high heights, it's ridiculous... Just you? Well... How long have I slept? It's time to get up and move. You little ants, let me die."

The large bluestone left in the local area suddenly shot out a thousand feet of light and then became crystal transparent, and then it shattered into thousands of pieces. A tall figure slowly stood up as if he had just woken up. After a roar that resounded through the sky, he stepped forward steadily. In an instant, the nearby earth was shaking, and the wind and clouds changed color. It seemed that God was also afraid of the appearance of this creature, and thick lightning struck down crazily.

The man suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared: "God, don't bother me. Roar~~~" A roar that looked like a dragon or a dragon was sent out. He punched the sky, and the lightning in the sky completely shattered, turning into countless subtle electric sparks and dancing around. The man laughed wildly: "Ha, I'm awake again. Damn, please feel free, please feel free. I was born in the world. I love to do evil and kill people and set fires the most. You little ants all over the body came to the door, which just let me kill you happily."

The Pope and the others had seen the man's outfit clearly. He was naked and covered with huge golden scales. In addition to his fists, his inhuman penis, his head was raised to the sky, and his scales were not scales. His whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of armor. The leopard-eyed copper bell had more than a dozen horns on his head, his face was simple and crude, but there was a natural smell inside, his feet... No, that was either human feet, but just a hooves that looked like scales and tiger claws, and his hands were like huge flesh palms the size of a palm fan.

What is particularly striking is that this guy is covered with a layer of golden light fog. The Pope and the others could feel that this light fog contained an extremely pure, almost as pure as their holy power, and was so powerful...

Philot murmured to himself: "What kind of monster is this? Why do monsters always appear in China?"

The Pope said to himself: "No matter so much, if you kill him alone, this guy is too crazy and too dangerous, kill him."
To be continued...