The two golden lights were getting closer and closer, and the people in the Holy See were so nervous that they couldn't help but start the spell of "Destroy of God". Yi Chen had arrived. Although he didn't know what they were talking about, he could feel the pressure emitted from the air that was definitely not something that could make people feel happy. So, Yi Chen secretly flashed into the Holy See camp like a ghost according to his habits, and then the star-gathering ring turned into three green lights to cover his whole body. The Flying Star Sword and the Tissot were sending it out with all his strength.

The silver sand in the sky fell lightly, and the sharp sword energy pressed the entire Holy See's army trembled. Galanti turned her head with difficulty, looked at Yi Chen, who was flashing with silver clouds in anger and fear, and shouted: "It turned out to be you, it's you..." The wounds that had healed in his lower body seemed to be in severe pain again, and the holy power on his body relaxed unconsciously. Jester was already like a phantom, rushing over with a surging flame, hitting Galanti's chest with two punches, and then the dragon-slaying dagger turned into two golden rainbows, and the silver sand transformed by the flying star sword floating in the air, shattering Galanti into pieces.

Yi Chen let out a long roar and roared: "Shut up the fuck, whoever dares to speak, I will kill whoever I dare... "Ah." A silver spurt flashed out of Yi Chen's body, and tens of colorful filaments flew towards a archbishop in the clothes. The filaments easily invaded his body. A flash of lightning flashed, accompanied by a subtle thunder sound, the archbishop in the clothes, who was secretly chanting the spell, exploded into a blood mist and fell to the ground. At the same time, about two hundred clergymen with slightly inferior strength broke countless holes all over their bodies, and their souls were shattered into pieces by the sword light, and fell to the ground.

Jester's eyes were as bloody as his body, and his purple fire was beating, looking at the Holy See's large group of troops like a demon. On him, a ray of rays of Counter-Cross appeared, and the huge dark magic power was emitting like a sea wave.

The monks in the Middle Earth also noticed the abnormal movements of the people in the Holy See. Yi Chen suddenly arrived and chopped the people in the Holy See, and suddenly realized it. The power of the "Destruction of God" just now was deeply imprinted in their hearts. Countless monks immediately surrounded them, ropes, ropes, belts, rings and other binding magic weapons were issued. These monks were afraid that they would not be tied up strong enough, so they pinched the seal and chanted the spells and recited them again. The people in the Holy See were pitiful, and their flesh had been sunk for more than an inch. The alien monks who rushed up and beat the dogs in the water were afraid that they would chant pray again, and simply blocked their mouths with the fur of the dead beasts, and their flesh was stuffed all over their mouths.

On this side, the Pope, who was carrying six golden wings behind her back, had already collided with the golden light emitted by Tian Xinzi. The Pope, who had just been in trouble, felt that his body had sunk as he was once again greatly improved, as if he was pressed down by more than a dozen hills. He couldn't change it in one breath, and his entire huge body was pressed down and retreated sharply.

There was a strange sound of "pa" and the Pope screamed. The huge lightsaber in his hand collapsed into golden light spots in the sky and flew out. A few "swish" sounds, the holy light on the Pope's body shattered like glass, revealing his original body.

Tian Xinzi was covered with golden glow and suddenly teleported to the side of the pope. His right hand slashed down like a giant axe. With a scream of "Ah~~", the six light wings behind the pope were cut off by a palm, and they flew out one after another, breaking the ground. Tian Xinzi silently recited the magic spell from Qilin's memory, and his body was full of light. His hands covered the pope's head with a roar, holding the thorny ring.

Countless lightnings flew out, and for a while, Tian Xinzi trembled all over and pulled out the thorny ring from the pope's head with difficulty. Then he held the scarab flying beetle beside him with one hand, and then emitted a thunder in the palm of his hand, which shook the pope's huge body for about a mile and smashed heavily on a cliff.

A huge golden fireball fell in the air, and the Qilin roared: "Damn, you dare to chop me up on the moon. Damn, there was a flag that poked my butt. Damn, let's see if I won't burn you."

The pope's energy body was already slashed by Tian Xinzi and was almost invisible. The golden light was so dim that it was almost invisible. Especially the thorn head ring and scarab beetle forcibly collected by Tian Xinzi. The source of his holy power was suddenly cut off. At this moment, his huge body was constantly shrinking, and the qilin with anger suddenly pounced on him. The huge claws of the Kirin, who had recovered from his true nature, pressed the pope's limbs tightly. The golden flames ruthlessly grinded the pope's body. The slightly leaked heat waves also melted the surrounding sand and stones.

Tian Xinzi was just about to stop Qilin, but the golden light on his body turbulent a few more times, and the frequency was getting faster and faster. He stopped suddenly and said with a strong voice: "A disciple of the sect of the 'Tianxing Sect' obeys the order. From today on, Tian Xianzi will take over as the head." He sucked Tian Xianzi with one hand, and a golden light penetrated his forehead. It was all the secrets related to the 'Tianxing Sect' and only belonging to the 'Tianxing Sect'.

Then, Tian Xinzi pointed to Yi Chen, who was floating in the sky with Jester and others inside and out, and said in a singular voice: "At that time, Yi Chenzi was kicked out of the sect for trivial matters... Today, under the name of the Supreme Master of the sect of the 'Tianxing Sect', I allowed him to return to the sect and do things cheaply. Yi Chenzi, you have to control it yourself."

Yi Chen's two tears slowly underground, and his body teleported behind Tian Xianzi and knelt down. Feili and the others followed slowly and knelt behind Yi Chen. Tian Xinzi laughed: "Okay, okay, okay... Although you have no fate with me, since you have a deep relationship with Yi Chenzi, it's okay. You seven are a bit strange."

Tian Xinzi raised his hand and shot out seven golden lights, shooting into Sky and the others' bodies. Sky and the others roared wildly, and a ball of flame was burning from the inside of his body. It seemed that their souls had melted in the scorching flames. Then, they were constantly recombining and re-arranged. Tian Xinzi suddenly gasped for a few times and shouted loudly: "Fellow Taoists, I'm lucky to see you... Junior brothers, take good care of the 'Tianxing Sect'."

Where the eyes of the sky were opened, a clear light covered it, and it hit Tian Xinzi rightly. Tian Xinzi laughed and said in a low voice: "Junior brother, everything is in trouble."

All the disciples of the "Tianxing Sect" gathered over and knelt down respectfully. Except for the unpleasant faces of the "Taode Sect", all the monks of the other sects bowed respectfully and praised them all.

The clear light suddenly became more and more rapid, and infinite suction came. Even though Tian Xinzi was already the strength of an immortal, she was still forcibly swept up by this huge force. When everyone looked up, they couldn't help but tremble all over. They vaguely saw more than a dozen golden lights in their bodies. Compared to Tian Xinzi, they were more oppressive, and slowly floated out of the eyes of Tian Xinzi and raised their hands to each other with politeness. I wonder what they said, Tian Xinzi suddenly turned around and shouted loudly: "Can you come? Are you coming?"

The Kirin, who had already burned the pope's energy body to a dullness and was almost completely annihilated, suddenly looked up, and a pair of monster eyes looked blankly for a while, let out a long roar that shook the sky, and roared: "Come, of course."

Several elders in the Buddhist sect who had already entered the Mahayana realm smiled cross-legged and did not speak. The other monks were at a loss and didn't know what Tianxinzi meant. Only a small novice monk from the Buddhist sect called out almost at the same time as the Qilin: "Come."

The two people around Tian Xinzi shot out two powerful golden lights, covering the Qilin and the little novice monk, teleporting them to the sky eye. Then, when he heard Zhong Qing's soft sound, the clouds lingered in the sky's eyes, the auspicious light flashed, and everyone disappeared.

Someone in the Middle Earth monk group suddenly realized that he couldn't help but feel regretful: "Oh my God, my God, isn't this a guide to the immortal world? "

Everyone suddenly realized that 99% of the monks present showed a look of extreme regret. Even the old Taoist Fatian had a profound cultivation level. He couldn't help but tremble all over and almost screamed in annoyance. With a loud "Wow" sound, several giants of the Buddha Sect joined forces to roar a lion. The old monk with his eyebrows floating to his lower abdomen picked up his Zen stick, picked up the bowl, floated up with a clear light, and shouted loudly: "The Buddha is destined to be, and the fairy world is no exception. Since you have no fate, why bother to entangle? Where have you been practicing hard?"

Yi Chen shook his head and whispered, "Damn it, you are almost ascending to the Buddha Realm, so of course you don't care. Oh, if you just gave a reminder, at least thousands of people would follow you... But if this institution in the Immortal World is bloated, where can we get so many positions to arrange staff? Is it possible for the Immortal World to still need toilets? Everyone goes to clean the bathroom?"

Chekov muttered, "Fuck, what's the point of going to the fairy world? Is there money? Is there strong liquor? Is there marijuana? Is there any beauty that I can just go there? If not, why should I go there? No money, no wine, no marijuana, no women, that's hell."

The old monk looked at Yi Chen with a smile, nodded slightly, waved his sleeves, and Zong Xiangyun took all the disciples of the Buddha Sect.

Yi Chen turned around, regardless of whether Skye and the others were still churning on the ground, he kowtowed heavily to Tian Xianzi, and said tremblingly: "Master, the disciple is back... Please don't be able to follow him day and night."

Tian Xianzi smiled and stroked his head: "Don't cry, don't cry, this is what you used when you scolded your junior brothers, hahaha, so what if you can't be by your side? Is the distance very far? Well, your skills are similar to those of your master now, and you are not as good as your master." Next to it, the disciples of the "Tianxing Sect" and Yi Chen came over one after another, and smiled and bowed to Yi Chen. Tian Xianzi sighed in his heart: "If my senior brother hadn't forced me to stay in seclusion for so long and hard to comprehend the "Star Classic", I would be worse than my disciple at this moment."

Jester ignored Yi Chen's emotional exchange with the master, squatted beside Sky and the others curiously, and asked, "What's wrong with you? Well? It looks like your face has changed... Well, your hair has also turned silver. It looks cool, don't you?"

Skye stood up tremblingly and whispered, "Jester, can you still use the holy light? Use the weakest holy light to shine on me." His originally pale face turned red at this moment, just like the blood color that a real young man of seventeen or eighteen years old should have.

Jester was stunned for a moment, and smiled strangely, a small white holy light shot out from his hand, shining on Skye's left arm. Skye subconsciously flashed, but gritted her teeth and brought her hand over, and came over without any defense. He opened his mouth in surprise, looked at Jester in a daze, and said tremblingly: "Holy power, holy power is useless to me... I, I am still a blood clan, but the holy power cannot control me anymore, holy power is useless."

Des, Far and the others also climbed up blankly, put their hands into the holy light shot out by Jester, and then opened their mouths like Skye. After a long time, they screamed and used their dark powers. Suddenly, within ten meters, the demon shadows were heavy, and strange magic ripples were everywhere. Seven people suddenly knelt on the ground and worshiped the place where Tian Xinzi disappeared just now. They retained all the characteristics of the blood clan, but the biggest characteristic of the blood clan, fearing that the weakness of the holy light was eliminated by Tian Xinzi raising his hand...

Jester smiled: "Whether, well, these seven thugs are not afraid of the people in the Holy See... Oh, so what if you are afraid? Kill all these people, are there still people in the Holy See? Can they immediately produce a pope and thirteen Archbishops in the Columbia?"

The army of Middle-earth monks surrounded the captured Holy Sees them fiercely. In this battle, more than a thousand people of Middle-earth monks had their souls destroyed, and they were completely wiped out without any hope. There were countless serious injuries and soul damage. Even the sect leaders of more than a dozen sects were covered with scars, just like the sect leader Xiaoyao who accidentally lost one of his left arm. Now that they have completely failed, how to deal with them has become a problem.

The Pope's two holy weapons had been forcibly taken away by Tian Xinzi and brought to the fairy world. They were trampled on by Qilin for a while. Now they were already extremely moved by a finger. He was also caught by several alien monks and threw them heavily on the ground. I don't know if it was intentional, Jin Xingzi's huge iron rod pressed against his stomach, and almost crushed the Pope to death.

Then, the monks started arguing, whether to kill them or let them go became a question worth discussing.

Yi Chen and the people of the master sect finished reminiscing. At this moment, they were in a good mood. Seeing the miserable appearance of the Pope and the others, they couldn't help but grin, shook their heads, kicked Skye and the others from the ground, and took them to the encirclement of the Holy See. Tian Xianzi and other disciples of the "Tianxing Sect" also stepped forward slowly. After all, Tian Xinzi killed the Pope alone and ascended to the "Tianxing Sect". How to deal with these people, everyone should listen to their opinions. As the leader of the "Tianxing Sect", Tian Xianzi naturally became different immediately and his words became more important.

The Ghost King was shouting there: "Damn it, no matter how many, no shit, no matter how bad the gods are, I will blame me if I want to blame them. Take them all back, let me adjust them with salt and take them to drink in cloudy days... Hehe, it's very sad that there is no blood in autumn and winter, they are enough for me to eat them for at least two years."

The pope's face was gray. Looking at the ghost king's salivating virtue, he knew that this guy could definitely do it.

The pope yelled: "We are defeated, but at least you have to give us a little respect. According to the rules, we have the right to exchange our wealth for ourselves, and we can swear not to invade China again." He knew in his heart, why should we invade others now? The two most powerful holy weapons are completely over. What else can he do? It is a good thing to be able to save his life to return to the Vatican. How dare you ask for anything else?

Yi Chen walked over and bowed politely to the people around him. The Ghost King saw him at first sight, and strode over and shouted, "Boy, what's your name? Hum? You said..." He turned his eyes and suddenly saw Chekov, and he couldn't help but flash a fierce light. Chekov smiled a few times and hid behind Phil. The Ghost King continued to ask, "What do you think you should deal with them? Hum? Hehe... I'll give it to me. These people must taste good."

Yi Chen's identity is different. Tian Xianzi became the head of the "Tianxing Sect", and who is Tian Xianzi? Yi Chen's teacher, Yi Chen is his pioneering disciple. In other words, Yi Chen has now become the head of the "Tianxing Sect" for no reason, and the person who is most likely to take over the "Tianxing Sect" in hundreds or thousands of years later. So, although many people think that the Ghost King is not taking them seriously for Yi Chen's advice, they dare not say anything more when thinking about Yi Chen's backstage.

Yi Chen smiled and squatted in front of the Pope, and picked up the stick that was about twenty meters long, which was thrown away with one hand. A golden shadow monster howled: "I'm eating something... damn it." He jumped up quickly and chased after him.

Gently lifted the Pope who was almost dispersed and soul-dissolving, Yi Chen said softly: "Dear Pope, I think too much blood and too much killing are something that no one wants to see. The Holy See has lost so many people, and here, don't you think your enemy has also suffered heavy casualties? Is such a war really meaningful? Middle-earth and the West have always been without interfering with each other, so why do you force God to unify the world?"

"You see that China's power is far beyond your expectations, isn't it?" In Yi Chen's gentle words, countless bats approached. The demonic energy on their bodies felt similar to that of Qing Lingzi and the others, so no one noticed them.

Gulons and four other princes shook all over and almost started yelling. Oh my God, why are all the senior officials of the Holy See being tied to the ground like a dead dog? Who is the guy with a dim golden light on his body, who looks as if he has been raped by thousands of people? Isn’t it the great and saintly pope? Gulons and others quickly took a few steps in the air and looked at the Middle Earth monks, their eyes were filled with a deep respect, or, in other words, deep fear.

The Pope stood up tremblingly and said hoarsely: "We are powerless to commit crimes. What do you want? Say, let's say, let's make a request. You can kill me, but please let my subordinates leave, okay? Sir, you should know that the Holy See still has its function in this world."

Yi Chen smiled faintly, looked back at the monks of the hundreds of sects, and calmly said, "Are we going to kill them all?"

The praise of the 'Supreme Taoist Lord' was made loudly. The sect leaders of various sects looked at each other and nodded together. The boss of the 'Daode Sect' came out and looked at Yi Chen with a strange look, and said gloomy: "If they can swear, use their most vicious oath to swear, no one of theirs will ever step into Middle-earth, and wherever our territory expands, we can let them go."

The old Taoist Fatian looked at Yi Chen deeply and muttered in his heart: "Now is the time to deal with these foreigners. You can't care too much with him. Killing too many people is indeed not good. If Yi Chenzi colluded with them, then it would be even better. At that time, as long as the Feilong disciple shook out the evidence, he could use today's incident to make the "Tianxing Sect" unable to raise his head again, hum."

The sect leaders of various sects around nodded and signaled to agree with the old Taoist Fatian.

Yi Chen smiled and looked at the Pope with a smile: "Then, my dear Majesty, the sacred, great and inviolable king, is this condition, okay? As for the practice of exchanging wealth for prisoners in the Middle Ages, China does not pay attention to these things. The Chinese have always been magnanimous. You will never come back if you leave China, okay?"

The Pope nodded and said in a low voice: "Swear by the honor of God, by the dignity of the Holy Spirit, by the faith of many believers in the Holy Church, by the life of Christ, by our soul, we leave China, and then, we will never come back. We respect everything in China, where they go, we will leave, and we will never have conflicts, and we will never have any disputes... We are very sorry for this matter." The Pope was also beaten to fear. He knew very well that the Holy Church could only barely suppress the dark controversy in the future, and it would never have the overwhelming advantage before, let alone the joke of expedition to China again.

Yi Chen smiled and suddenly said, "According to common sense, you can leave, but, dear Pope, I will make a small personal request to you, okay? Well, it is a personal request. If you don't agree, maybe I will take someone to the Vatican with you."

The conversation between Yi Chen and the Pope was conducted in Chinese, so when the old Taoist Fatian heard Yi Chen's words, he couldn't help but be stunned. What does Yi Chenzi mean when he said this?

The pope was stunned for a moment and said bitterly, "You can just mention it, can I still say no?"

Yi Chen licked his lips and whispered: "I ask you to restore your reputation to a person, a person who was ruthlessly deprived of his reputation by the Holy See, a bishop, who lost his status, reputation, dignity and faith because of his son's mistakes. Please restore his identity, please confirm that the Holy See's handling of him was wrong, please issue an order to the entire German diocese, Bishop Douglas, he is a loyal believer."

Jester shook all over and suddenly collapsed on the ground and howled in pain.

Yi Chen grabbed his hair with one hand, held him in front of the Pope, and shouted gloomyly: "Yes, dear Pope, this bastard, Jester, he met a little princess of the blood clan, so what? My son's mistake... No, I absolutely do not think that love is a mistake. Although the love of the son is not recognized by the Holy See, the love that is prohibited by the Holy See, should a faithful believer of God and a kind old man bear it?"

Yi Chen looked at the Pope with a fierce look and said coldly: "Restore the honor of Bishop Douglas, or I will do my best to do my best, for my subordinates, my friends, my brothers, and Mr. Jester, we will do our best to destroy the entire Holy See."

Skye and the others gasped excitedly, and the demonic energy on their bodies burst out without reservation. The white golden fangs stretched out. The huge bat wings with a faint golden light flashing in the platinum made their clothes break and gently waving in the wind. Their eyes emitted a bloodthirsty red light, and they shouted gloomy: "Destroy the Holy See and kill all the believers of God... Long live Satan... Long live the boss... Ahahahahaha... Jester, we support you."

Guluns and the others almost fell from the sky, their eyes were half-protruding ping-pong balls staring at Sky and the others... Oh my God, the prince-level vampires in the early 100 years old, and the seven scums, the most famous scums of the seven blood clans suddenly became princes in just one year... Their simple blood clan brains could not understand this change and fell into a crash. The large group of vampires in the sky also stared at Sky and the others blankly. Many guys forgot to continue flapping their wings and fell down with a "palala".

Phil, Gore's face was solemn, and a powerful aura appeared on his body. Two tornados roared up from the ground; Philee's clear shout, a thick cold air was covered with all over her body, and snowflakes fell in the sky; Chekov laughed a few times, extremely powerful, probably few people in this world could surpass the spiritual power that could be shot out from his forehead like a blue light dragon, and after he severely destroyed a cliff, he fell to the sky and lost his strength...

The pope looked at Jester coldly, and he said tremblingly: "Are you going to insult me? Are you going to insult the entire Holy See? Those who were expelled have put forward conditions to let another expelled person return to the Holy See. You betrayed God, you betrayed your faith, you betrayed your oath, you betrayed the entire world of light, and now, you want to use your sins to shame the entire Holy See? Jester, the most outstanding genius in the Holy See in the past century, the youngest chapel deacon, and the brightest future, do you want the entire Holy See to never raise your head?"

Yi Chen said viciously: "The Holy See also made mistakes. Although I firmly believe that the Holy See is an organization that does not know how to repent, since you have admitted the geocentric theory, why can't you recognize the purity of Bishop Douglas? Dear Pope, restore his reputation, or, you can fight me... Come on... Jester, let them see if you are a truly evil bastard, and if you really betray that damn God."

Jester's face turned pale, but a white, pure, and powerful holy light appeared on his body.

The Pope seemed to see a ghost and retreated repeatedly: "Impossible, God, Impossible, how can the sinner who has defected to Satan be recognized by God? Why? Why? This is completely impossible... God, what do you want to say? What do you want to show us through this sinner?"

Yi Chen said coldly: "I finally saw a person who always says that he believes in a person but cannot understand God's true thoughts. Jester loves that little girl, but he loves his father even more. Is there any difference? He loves his father, and his father loves God, so why can't he keep his respect for God in his heart? It's strange, can't you understand this truth? You high-ranking people, you have no feelings... trash."

The pope looked at Jester with a trembling body, and smiled incredibly. He nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes...we are all wrong...why? God, did you send this person specifically to warn us? Warn us of our mistakes?"

After all, the spiritual leader who commands hundreds of millions of believers, the Pope gradually regained his peace. He whispered: "Back to the Holy See, I will formally issue official documents to the German diocese and completely restore all the reputation of Bishop Douglas... Of course, Jester."

Jester interrupted him, smiled and said with tears, "No, I believe in Satan. I have kept a pure land in my heart for my father, but for my lover and for the lover who covers me for my escape with my life." He exuded a powerful evil aura, and the demonic energy on Sky and the others merged into each other, like a pillar of smoke.

The Pope's face was ashes, and he nodded gently. The things about Jester had completely subverted his cognition. Could it be that a person can really believe in two opposing gods at the same time? Why? Why can't he truly understand the human heart as the Pope? But this strange young Chinese man can easily see a person's heart? The power shown by Phil and the others is not that amazingly powerful, but when they stand together, it's like a mountain, making the Pope feel... endless pressure. Why? Everything is beyond what he can understand.

Countless rays of light flashed, and the bindings of the clergy were all released. In the anxious eyes of Gulons and others, the people of the Holy See cleared the bodies of their companions and slowly broke through the air. How could they be willing to let the people of the Holy See leave safely? But they did not have the courage to chase after them. After all, except for the Pope, nearly 3,000 other Holy Sees that the staff of the Holy See are senior clergy, and it seems that their strength has not been much loss. They are definitely not opponents.

Those who asked the Chinese to kill the Holy See? Gulons and others did not realize that they had such influence.

Yi Chen easily pulled out a big cigar and stuffed it to Jester, and patted his shoulder with a smile: "Okay, Jester, your father will be happy. I guess he is stealing God's wine in heaven now. Maybe he may even eat the fruit from the tree of wisdom. I want to be a little more open... We must do it when we take revenge on the Holy See, but you care more about your father's reputation, which is more important, right?"

Jester looked at Yi Chen deeply, nodded heavily and said, "Boss, thank you."

Yi Chen slapped him in the face with nonchalant slap: "Fuck..." He walked towards Chekov with a smile. The boy was impulsive and all his mental power rushed out. Now his head was rumbling, lying on Phil humming.

Tian Xianzi looked at Yi Chen's subordinates with a little amused and whispered to several junior brothers: "Yi Chen, why did he find so many strange people? I don't think there are a few ordinary normal people, especially those seven guys. If the senior brother hadn't rewarded them with some benefits, that kind of shameful physique."

The sect leaders of other sects watched the Holy See army gone away, shook their heads and sighed, and directed their disciples to get busy, clean up the battlefield, and restore the old appearance of the nearby mountains. Otherwise, the "Wolf Mountain Old Monster" would really eat people. In addition, they had to purify the evil spirits around them and soothe the dead. There were so many things to do.

A sneaky figure appeared secretly. Feilong had already been gathered by soul condensation in the mountain gate of the "Daode Sect". After 81 years of exercise, he was going to come to help, but he saw the sound of the scarab beetle flying through the air from afar, which scared him so much that he didn't dare to move. Later, when he looked at the battlefield from afar, he felt the earth-shaking destructive power. How dare he come over with distractions? Seeing that the wind disappeared and the enemies left in a mess, he sneaked over and prepared to show his attention to the old Taoist Fatian.

About a thousand monks met Guluns and the others and asked what they were doing. They looked like they were not Chinese. If they were helpers of the Holy See, they had to expel them quickly. Guluns and the others were beaten to death and dared not conflict with the Chinese monks. They all came up with them in a flattering manner, but they didn't know what the Chinese was... Dracula, the only one who knew Chinese, did not follow. So they gestured for a long time, but they didn't know what the other party was saying, so they had to stare at each other.

In a turmoil, Taoist Feilong approached the disciples of the "Daode Sect". Then a trace of cold air poured directly from the top of his head into the soles of his feet. He saw Yi Chen shook hands with a big cigar in his mouth and chatted with several junior brothers. Phil and Gore pulled Chekov's face and tried to wake him up. Jester and Skye were in a state of great mood. They gathered together and didn't know what to discuss. Only Fei Li was doing nothing and looking at the left and looking at the right.

Taoist Feilong burst out in cold sweat. If Yi Chen and Taoist Fatian met, if Yi Chen clearly distinguished the truth, if Yi Chen explained that he had found his nest and was injured by others after making trouble, if Yi Chen explained that he had not attacked him and his two junior brothers at all, if Yi Chen revealed all his lies, can Taoist Feilong still survive in the Middle Earth? The best result is probably to destroy all the cultivation of his whole body, and then be expelled from the master's sect, and he has to endure the ridicule of countless fellow practitioners? After all, the death of the two junior brothers is that he has to bear all the responsibility...

The old Taoist Fatian sacrificed the last twenty-seven demon-subduing pestles, used the red light emitted from the demon-subduing magic to dispel the bloody smell around it, drove away the Yin demons who wanted to take the opportunity to make some blood and eat, and at the same time suppressed the ancient evil spirits that emerged from the nearby mountains due to the cracks in the mountains. Everything was the demon-subduing pestle itself playing its role. The old Taoist Fatian did not pay much attention to this side, but was whispering to several junior brothers to discuss whether the "Tianxing Sect" intends to use the hands of the Holy See to weaken the strength of the "Daode Sect".

Taoist Master Feilong had a gloomy face and saw the twenty-seven demon-subduing pestles. He didn't know what he thought of. He suddenly pinched the seals and controlled the twenty-subduing pestles according to the spell of the Old Taoist Church of Fatian, causing them to emit thunder and fire. Then he shouted angrily at Yi Chen: "Go... 其, Yi Chenzi, you traitor, die."

When his reminder sound was released, the red light formed by the twenty-seven demon-subduing pestles was less than five meters away from Yi Chen. When Yi Chen was caught off guard, how could he have time to stop it? He felt a huge pressure coming from behind him. He made up his mind and the Nascent Soul emitted a stream of pure and pure true energy condensed on his back, ready to take this attack... As long as the soul is not destroyed on the spot, so many elders are there, there will always be a way to save himself.

Yi Chen was just wondering, who suddenly secretly attacked him? Who was it? The people present were all his fellow men, and who else wanted to attack him?

Twenty-seven demon-subduing pestles formed a small "Taishang Demon Subduing Array" with a whistling sound, which inspired the righteous spirit of heaven and earth, mixed with huge power to rush towards Yi Chen. Although only one-third of the number, although Taoist Master Feilong's Taoist practice is not very profound, it is the treasure of the "Daode Sect" after all, how can the power be underestimated? After all, how could the true energy that Yi Chen suddenly raised in a hurry?
To be continued...