Wu Po Jiuxiao

One thousand eight hundred and forty chapters The controller of the Vatican

"Go? Do you still want to continue to take people away?"

Ye Fantian said in a somewhat austere tone.

It's not that he looks down on this group of people, it's that this group of guys really don't know how to live or die, their strength is not enough to fight him, and they are still trying to take Chu Meng away, isn't this looking down on him? .

"Hmph, heresies, heresies in China, the glory of the Lord has filled the entire earth, but in your China, it has no effect at all. It's all because of you heretics. You can let the Lord's glory fill this dark kingdom, for the Lord's glory, you will be purified—die!"

This person stopped talking nonsense, the Holy Spear in his hand suddenly shone brightly, and there were terrifying stigmata on the tip of the spear that were trembling, flickering, and erupting. And the shackles are broken.

"This little power is enough to deal with ordinary people, but for me, it has no effect at all!"

Ye Fantian said lightly in his mouth.

"boom"

With one punch, Ye Fantian's boxing skills are as good as the sky, but he chose the most direct way, the simplest route, one punch to kill, without the slightest fancy means or tricks, but this way is the most powerful and terrifying .

Ye Fantian's physical body is tyrannical to the point of defying the sky. Even the strongest person in the world may not be able to imagine the horror and astonishment.

"boom!"

Ye Fantian stepped forward, and his body just walked forward, just a random punch, but Ye Fantian's whole body seemed to have endless brilliance. He stepped into the void, as if he was the only one in the world. like a deity.

"what!"

The man in front of him was blasted to the top of the holy gun by Ye Fantian's punch, and the holy gun immediately emitted an incomparably bright holy light, but in this light, the other party was trembling and whining, and with the subsequent punch, It was directly bombarded to the extreme, and then the holy spear broke into pieces.

It's just that this powerful force obviously didn't change because of the breaking of the holy spear, and continued to bombard the person's body.

"puff……"

Blood spurted out, and on the other party's body, that set of armor was also a sacred weapon inherited for hundreds of years, with terrifying blessings of glory, but it couldn't stop Ye Fantian's power. In a crackling sound, It exploded suddenly.

The next moment, blood started to spray out from his mouth, and his whole body turned into a pile of minced meat, piling up there.

"Let's go..."

At this time, there were less than ten people left in the team. After seeing another of their companions being beheaded, they almost had the guts to be frozen. At this time, what doctrine, what gift of the Lord, what supreme glory, In the face of death, everything loses its binding force.

One after another, they began to howl terribly.

"Go? Where are you going?"

Ye Fantian kicked a person's body to pieces, and then shot again, saving Chu Meng from this person.

"Do not!!"

All the powers roared in unison.

The role and value of Chu Meng is really too great. When they discovered Chu Meng this time, it was a great opportunity, a great opportunity that no one could resist.

"Kill, kill this Chinese man, kill him!"

Several people shouted in unison.

Even if they knew that Ye Fantian in front of them was extremely powerful, even if they knew that it would be extremely difficult to resist Ye Fantian, they still didn't care, what they cared about was Chu Meng.

Ye Fantian was quite surprised by these guys who didn't know how to live or die.

Chu Meng's identity was originally very simple, and Ye Fantian was quite confident in this point, but from what he saw now, there should be some kind of taboo hidden in Chu Meng's body, otherwise it would not have attracted so many people's attention. attention.

"It seems that I didn't see clearly at the beginning."

Ye Fantian thought secretly in his heart.

"Holy Judge!"

"Holy Cross - Wrath of Glory!"

"□□!"

"Purge!"

Several people roared in unison, the white holy light on their bodies was almost intense to the extreme, and the power of Zhou's body continued to linger around, making their surroundings full of angels' singing and superimposition of phantoms.

The range of tens of thousands of meters was filled with a chilling aura.

"Humph……"

Ye Fantian snorted coldly in a low voice, grabbed his palm casually, with a hint of aloofness on his face:

"I don't know about life and death!"

This time, his shot was just a random grab, but the power of this grab seemed to control the power of the entire space. The supreme energy was quickly swallowed, and the subsequent evolution became an almost To suffocate the volatility.

A series of cracks formed rapidly, and then spread.

"boom"

"Crack!"

"No... I'm not convinced, you are a heretic, how can you fight us!"

One person's body was cracked at this time, and there were more and more lines on his face. These were the marks of cracks, blood was flowing, and he looked extremely ferocious. Compared with the original holiness, he looked like a different person. But Ye Fantian didn't care at all, the other party was so ferocious that he couldn't be frightened.

"Not convinced?"

With a sneer in my heart, the strong are respected, there is no such thing as being convinced or unconvinced, the reason why they are so presumptuous, disregarding human life, and even randomly arresting people like this in China's territory, is that they think they are very strong and self-reliant. It's just a tyrannical force, there is nothing to be convinced or not.

"Glory is my life!"

Snapped!

The other party suddenly knelt on the ground and roared loudly.

"Burn my soul, burn my heart, burn my flesh, holy Lord, open your eyes, and punish the uncleanness of this world!"

The sound shook the sky and spread far away. At this time, a vast energy also began to violently burst out from the other party's body.

"Clap clap clap..."

The rest of the people seemed to have made up their minds as well, knelt down on the ground together, and began to chant loudly.

"Snapped!"

The strength of Ye Fantian's casual grasp was actually resisted by the other party.

One after another white holy power began to accumulate, and then covered half of the space, forming a terrifying pure land in that space. This is a kind of sacred and incomparable pure land power, which contains endless majesty, and represents a kind of The power of punishment.

"Who dares to blaspheme the Lord's glory, blaspheme the Lord's gift! Punish!"

A strange voice suddenly descended from the sky, that voice, who else but me, was lawless, and actually had a trace of supreme taste.

"Chong!"

A figure slowly appeared.

This is an old figure, he is wearing a set of sacred robes, has a luxurious atmosphere, endless glory lingers around his body like stars, he walks like this, but it is like a god walking in this world .

He held a scepter in his hand, and held a scroll in one hand. The seemingly ordinary scroll was actually filled with the power of holy glory.

"boom!"

A figure appeared here, this figure was trembling extremely, with a look of resentment, and the flames of anger that could not be concealed were burning crazily.

"Chekov? It's you? You're still alive?"

The appearance of that figure made the phantom move slightly, and even spoke.

Yes, this crazily running figure is none other than Chekhov. He looked at the phantom in front of him with anger and even a hint of resentment. His holy power almost wants to tear everything apart.

"The chant of the gods, the evil method created at the cost of life and the essence of the flesh, old Pope, I didn't expect us to meet again."

In Chekov's voice, there was a terrible hostility, burning crazily.

His eyes were extremely venomous. Apparently, just now, he felt the breath of glory, so he rushed over desperately and frantically.

"Is this the control of the Vatican? I didn't expect it to be a hard-working old man."

The bull demon king who came later looked at the phantom of the pope with disdain, and said with a sneer.

"Chekov, you are indeed a heretic. You didn't die. It was the glory of the Lord protecting you. But I didn't expect that you are still stubborn and still falling into the evil world."

The pope roared with grief on his face.

"Fuck your mother heresy, the glory of shit, back then, you killed my most beloved woman, since then, I don't believe in the glory of that shit anymore, even if I don't believe it, but this bright The power can still be controlled, and the master of that shit is all fabricated by you."

"Presumptuous, you are so rebellious, I have no choice but to punish you!"

"My lord pope, you must kill them, that woman, that woman is the bloodline guide of the Crown of Thorns, we can feel this breath from her."

"what?"

Those paladins who were burning themselves shouted loudly, but this voice caused the pope's face to change drastically.

Without even thinking about it, he shot directly at Ye Fantian and others.

"discipline!"

The power of the Holy Cross burst out quickly. This guy deserves to be the Pope. Although he was just a summoned phantom, his strength has reached a level that can defy the sky. Ye Fantian conservatively estimated that this guy's current The power is actually at the peak of the Valkyrie level.

Doesn't that mean that if this girl's power is reached by the real body, it is enough to have the level of Hinayana Heaven?

"Die, Chekov, your death, the Lord will forgive you for all your blasphemy!"

The pope waved the scepter in his hand, and a ray of holy light appeared, tearing apart countless obstacles, and drawing a terrifying crack on the ground.

"Hmph... in front of me, in my land of China, you humble western barbarians, dare to be so presumptuous!"

Ye Fantian stepped forward, and suddenly punched, he wanted to destroy the phantom of the pope...