Wu Po Jiuxiao

One thousand seven hundred and ninety two chapters of the Vatican

"Huh? There are actually two people? No, one of them doesn't seem to have much power, but it makes you, Mr. Chekhov, feel quite dangerous. The other one, let me go, is actually stronger than you, Chekhov. It’s unscientific for the uncle to be tall and big..."

The person who came had an aura of glory and holiness, but his skin was completely black. Except for the other party's teeth, everything about the other party seemed to be completely pitch black.

These characteristics all show that this guy is clearly a black man.

"A black person?"

Ye Fantian thought secretly in his heart.

"It seems that black people are not interested in this so-called God, especially the sloppy temperament of this guy. He is completely a ruffian, but can a ruffian have such holy power?"

Ye Fantian felt that it was not easy.

"My muscles are still so developed, my pectoral muscles are still so strong, and my abdominal muscles, I wipe them, they are so beautiful..."

Both Ye Fantian and the Bull Demon King had black lines on their faces.

For people of the yellow race, according to their level of appreciation, it seems that black people and beauty have nothing to do with each other. Even though Ye Fantian has experienced countless lives, facing the black man who is posing in front of him, he still feels I have a ball of sadness.

"Cough cough cough..."

As if he noticed the strange eyes of Ye Fantian and Bull Demon King, this black man named Chekov finally made a holy gesture:

"Did you save Master Chekov? Very well, as the inheritor of God, as the spokesperson of God, and as the grace of the beautiful Virgin Mary, Master Chekov expressed his great affection and respect for you. Appreciate, do you have a sister in your family? Sister? Of course, mother is also possible..."

owe flat!

Ye Fantian frowned, his eyes were slightly cold.

"laugh……"

Random is a claw.

"Ah... what are you going to do?"

Feeling the powerful tearing force produced by this claw, Chekov's face suddenly changed wildly, and the big mouth opened, as if listening to the magic sound...

"Hammer of Repentance!"

The opponent's fist waved, and a white light flashed, and suddenly glory and holiness appeared on this guy again. As the power began to increase, the phantom behind him seemed to become more intense, and a pair of wings flickered, unexpectedly protected his body.

"Chong!"

Ye Fantian's mysterious soul moved slightly, and there was a faint fluctuation.

"Hmph... just a small charm technique."

call……

A huge white hammer fell from the sky, but it came to Ye Fantian's heart, trying to completely break Ye Fantian's will.

If this is broken, Ye Fantian will have a drastic change in mind and cause irreversible damage.

But the Holy Infant only slightly opened his eyes, and he didn't see any movement. He just hummed slightly. The next moment, a powerful force suddenly began to vent.

"boom"

The Hammer of Repentance was quickly torn away.

"boom"

The strength of this claw also quickly shattered that phantom, hitting Chekov's body hard.

"what……"

Chekov let out a scream, and looked at Ye Fantian as if he was looking at a monster:

"How is it possible? This is unscientific..."

"In this world, no, in Huaxia, how can there be such a terrifying powerhouse like you?"

Ye Fantian's eyes were tinged with scarlet, and he said slowly:

"I'll give you two choices. Shut up and listen carefully. One is for me to ask and you to answer. Of course, if you don't cooperate, it will be easier. I will use my own means to find out."

Ye Fantian was rather curious about Chekhov, and the faint light of glory on his body was indeed quite powerful.

The power fluctuations in it also made him quite curious, because Ye Fantian felt that this guy's power was obviously not cultivated by himself, but if it was not cultivated by himself, where did this power come from?

After thinking for a long time, Ye Fantian still couldn't find the answer.

"I choose the first..."

Chekhov raised his finger in forgiveness.

"Very well, what is your identity?"

Ye Fantian asked slowly.

"Grandpa... No, my name is Chekov. I am a priest. I am an archbishop and a cardinal in the Vatican. I came to China by chance. Because of an accident, I was arrested. The seal is here, and through the understanding of divine sense, it seems that I have been sealed here for 15 years..."

Chekov said cautiously, but there was a hint of cunning in this guy's eyes.

"It seems...you don't intend to tell the truth."

Although Ye Fantian is not very old, it does not mean that Ye Fantian is an idiot. On the contrary, Ye Fantian is very smart. What he has experienced is beyond anyone on earth, so this little trick of the other party is still Unable to be recognized by him.

"No, no, I'm telling the truth, please be sure..."

Snapped……

Ye Fantian's palm was pressed directly on his head, and he didn't want to talk nonsense with this guy anymore.

"Om..."

A white light rose, as if sensing Ye Fantian's intention, the light completely enveloped Chekov.

Glory, praise, epic, praise of the gods... many ripples are constantly generated, trying to bounce Ye Fantian's palm away.

"Hmph, don't say that it's only a third of the Martial King's strength. Even if you are the real Martial King, you won't be able to do anything in front of me. Resistance will only make you more painful."

Ye Fantian said lightly.

Soon, Ye Fantian's palm was firmly pressed on the opponent's head, and with the slight movement of the mysterious soul, the opponent's information began to be continuously captured by Ye Fantian.

However, with the capture of this information, the expression on Ye Fantian's face became more and more strange.

What this guy said is indeed correct, and the main information in it is correct. This person is actually a cardinal. The division of power and rank in the Vatican is quite strict.

Above this is the pope, who is high above, followed by the division of bishops, and the cardinal is almost the strongest person under the pope, with great power.

However, as a black man, Chekhov was able to reach the level of a cardinal. It was really not easy. However, the main reason for this guy was because of his terrifying aptitude.

In the Vatican, what is important is how to communicate with God, but also to have a deep understanding of God's law. Of course, Chekov is impossible to do this. He scoffs at this God's law. Ya's communication skills can be called against the sky.

Ordinary people have practiced and blessed for decades or even a hundred years, but they may not have the ease and glory of this guy, and they may even continue to improve as this guy grows older.

So when this guy was only 25 years old, he became a cardinal, and he was the youngest cardinal, holding power.

However, if this person can concentrate on it wholeheartedly, he may not become the orthodox control of the Vatican, but he is an ignorant guy. Although he has communication skills beyond ordinary people, he is really not good at God. He had a cold, so in the Vatican, not only did he not pray well, but he kept hooking up with the nuns in the name of trickery, and finally the incident was revealed, so he was ordered to be killed by the Pope.

And in this, many things have happened, but Ye Fantian has no way of knowing these things. These things seem to have a series of seals. If Ye Fantian forcibly breaks the seal, it will inevitably cause Chekov's death. .

However, that kind of hatred for the Vatican made Ye Fantian feel it.

In the end, Chekov was completely sealed by the church because he was outnumbered.

However, this guy is a genius, an absolute genius, even if he is sealed, even if the seal was planted by the pope himself, but with his strong aptitude, he actually made the light of glory on him even more intense .

A thick holy light can be formed in the process of swallowing and puffing.

Even turned into substance, it is not much more than the pope's current power.

"A cardinal...a black man..."

Ye Fantian's expression was quite strange, looking at Chekov's expression, it was as scary as looking at a monster.

"Black...what's wrong with black people? Don't black people have sex?"

Chekov muttered in a low voice, he wanted to argue, but in front of Ye Fantian, he felt that his little power seemed to be an ant to Ye Fantian, an ant that could be used at will. To ravage the ants.

However, Ye Fantian did not reveal the memory hidden in his heart, but he was quite grateful.

"Is there really a God in this world?"

Ye Fantian smiled slowly.

Chekov's expression became serious for a while:

"In this regard, although I don't like that God, I am sure that this guy must exist. At least, my beautiful Virgin Mary exists. Does God, an old bastard, exist or not? It has nothing to do with me..."

"The Vatican..."

Ye Fantian chewed these three words in a low voice.

Naturally, it was impossible for me in my previous life to come into contact with these things. Even if I did, I absolutely did not have this interest. However, now Ye Fantian wants to see the legendary holy place that is closest to God.

"The Vatican..."

Chekov also said these three words slowly, and from time to time, a terrifying cold light flashed in his eyes, which seemed to be an incomparable hatred for these three words!