Francis frowned, and with a wave of his hand, a pure and extremely pure power of light began to condense in his hands. Gradually, a dazzling light ignited. When the light flashed, a shining light sword became added to the Paladin's hand.

"Lord, if you want to, you can purify everything in the world." Francis's voice spread from afar, and it lasted forever in the loud chants.

He raised the lightsaber in his hand high and suddenly stabbed it straight out. The lightsaber turned into a bright shadow, piercing through the floating black mist in the air.

"Ah..." A shrill scream came from the black fog. Alfred let out an unwilling roar. He fell heavily to the ground. On his body, a holy sword splashed everywhere nailed him firmly.

"You...you are a real Paladin." Alfred let out the last dying cry.

"The great Francis was one of the twelve Paladins of the Catholic Church twenty years ago. You didn't even know about this?" Father Smith asked in surprise.

Alfred seemed to wake up from his confusion, his eyes swept across everyone's faces, and he found that everyone's eyes looked at him were just as different as an idiot.

The arrogant vampire duke was angry and screamed, and actually vomited blood and fainted.

"Vampires can vomit blood?" Father Smith shouted in surprise. This is the most strange thing in the world.

"Lord, please cleanse this humble creature." The paladin's voice sounded again, and the holy sword inserted into Alfred's body made a wave like water marks. As the wave passed through the old vampire, a white holy flame was ignited. The old vampire's body gradually shrank and it never existed again until the end, as if it had never appeared before.

"Is he dead?"

“Yes, under the guidance of the Lord, He has…”

"Okay, I understand." Xiao Wenbing rudely interrupted Father Smith's words. He came to Feng Baiyi's side and hugged Zhang Yaqi who was dying.

Suddenly, Xiao Wenbing's eyes lit up and he called out in surprise: "Look, Yaqi's heartbeat has recovered."

"Is there another vampire?" The Paladin's voice was cold and emotionless.

"What?"

"My friend, I'm sorry to tell you that this lady has been first embraced by Alfred," Smith said regretfully.

"So what?"

"The only result is that this lady has also become a vampire."

Xiao Wenbing's body shook. He looked down and saw that there were four tiny fangs in Zhang Yaqi's slightly opened mouth.

"You guys get out of the way."

Xiao Wenbing raised his head, his eyes were equally cold and emotionless: "What did you say?"

"You get out of the way." Francis' brow frowned again.

"My friend, get out of the way. Lord Paladin wants to give this lady a clean power." Smith persuaded in a low voice.

"Clean? After cleaning, will you be like that old vampire?" Xiao Wenbing's mouth showed a sarcastic sneer.

Smith nodded seriously and said, "There is no way. Once you are first embraced by the vampire, you will become a member of the vampire family. Even the Paladins can only save their souls by purifying the blood of sin on them."

"Mind?" Xiao Wenbing spat fiercely and asked, "How much is the mind worth? What I want is that she is intact. Can you do it?"

Smith opened his mouth in surprise, finally shook his head, and said, "I'm sorry, no."

"Can't it? Then get away." Xiao Wenbing shouted angrily: "I would rather have a vampire Yaqi than a light of saving my soul."

Zhang Yaqi's eyes slowly opened, perhaps because she had not recovered her strength, or because she heard their conversation, a thin water curtain was covered in her eyes.

The pure holy power condensed into shape in Francis's hands again, and he said coldly: "Everyone who maintains the power of darkness will be evil that goes against the faith of the Lord. Since you are unwilling to get out of the way, then what awaits you will be cleansing together."

"Clean? Hehe..." Xiao Wenbing's face turned black, his muscles twitched slightly, and he actually had a trace of ferociousness: "Then let's see who cleanses who?"

Thick stacks of golden talismans appeared on his hands one after another, which were already his entire inventory.

Xiao Wenbing naturally knew that the Paladin in front of him was definitely the number one enemy he had seen in his life. He would never dare to keep anything when he fought with him.

The holy sword in Francis's hand was raised high, and he was about to repeat the action he had just done.

However, a figure suddenly appeared between him and Xiao Wenbing, blocking his throwing route.

"This is my junior brother. Do you want to hurt him? Let's pass this level first."

Zhang Jie said lightly, and his palm flipped, and a golden ball slowly rose from his palm. Around the ball, there were dense spiritual talismans, which burned one by one, and the extremely powerful spiritual power was emitted layer by layer with him as the center.

"Jindan? Second Senior Brother, you..." Xiao Wenbing's voice choked.

What Zhang Jie sacrificed was the natal golden elixir he had cultivated in his life. Although the power of the golden elixir doubled, the relative danger naturally increased greatly.

Zhang Jie, his second senior brother, this second senior brother who has only known each other for two years, is about to fight for him and for him, the young junior brother who is determined to do so.

Francis looked solemnly. He looked at the golden elixir ball that was spinning in the air. The holy sword in his hand paused for a moment, and then raised it high again.

Suddenly, clusters of extremely dazzling beautiful light spots burst out from nothingness, and they formed a dazzling pattern in the space.

As if he was pulled by mysterious power, a roaring thunder sound came from the distant sky.

Gradually, the sky darkened, and the clouds in the sky gradually moved down, and there were traces of lightning flashes in the middle of the clouds.

Francis's face finally changed. A fluctuation appeared on his handsome face, which seemed to never have an expression. He turned his head and looked at Feng Baiyi, whose dress was flying, and whispered: "Room, the sky thunder summons. Who are you...?"

ps: Brothers, let me make a statement first. I write about the world of cultivation, not about the melee between the East and the West, so no one will become a vampire. The plot about the West ends here... As for why I write these, let’s read on if I can trust them...

In addition, I started to push.

Without further ado, starting tomorrow, three chapters per day will be guaranteed. If the Tian can show his face on the weekly list, then four chapters per day.

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