super ambiguous

After all, the Pope did not rush into Huaguo's camp, and retaliated wantonly.

Whether you can find a bargain is one thing. On the other hand, not long after Yang Xie escaped, the special envoy of the Holy See had already arrived. He was no longer the phantom at first, but solidified like an ordinary person. With a handsome face, there are eight wings of light swaying gently behind him, sprinkling a little bit of starlight.

How could it be so fast?thought the Pope to himself.

"How many of you are left?"

The special envoy glanced at the five innate warriors in front of him, with a slightly displeased expression on his face. The entrance of Huaguo hadn't been entered yet, and the power of the Holy See was only [-]%. The remnant power of Huaguo crushed?

"Yes, my lord special envoy." The pope took a deep breath, although he was slightly upset in his heart, but he was helpless.

"Trash, you can't do a little thing well."

The special envoy sneered coldly, his eyes were like lightning, and he looked at the Huaguo camp in the distance, but his brows were slightly frowned, because he could find that there were three late-innate warriors on the opposite side, and nearly twenty early-stage and mid-innate warriors. warrior.

How come there are so many?

What made the special envoy frown even more was that two of the three innate late-stage warriors were actually stepping on the edge of the master. As long as they had a little feeling, they could go one step further and successfully step into the rank of the master!

Is this the true strength of Huaguo?

The special envoy's eight wings of light swayed slightly, but in the end he resisted the plan to attack directly. After all, although his strength has recovered to be a master, he is still far away from the peak, and it will take a little time, and...

Let's talk about everything when I recover to the peak!

……

Yu Zhihong patted Yang Xie's shoulder lightly, and praised: "That's right, I can make the Holy See suffer such a big loss with my own efforts, even I can't do it."

This is a compliment, and it is also true. If the combat power of the Hidden Gate is not counted, the strength of the Holy See is indeed at the pinnacle of this world. Not to mention anything else, the four-winged angel army alone can wreak havoc in any country After all, you can't keep up with his speed at all. The essence of guerrilla warfare can't be understood by Huaguo.

But Yang Xie actually took his subordinates who were wooing him at the hidden door, withstood the opponent's indiscriminate bombardment, and finally wiped out his angel army...

Thinking about it, the Pope is almost dying of grief...

"Head, we are superior in strength at the moment, why don't we go all out and overthrow them?" Seeing Yu Zhihong and Tianli arriving one after another, Yang Xie also became a little ready to move. After all, the Pope is only a congenital late stage, and he There are three on the side. If the whole line is pressed, maybe the war on my side will end early.

Tian Li glanced at Yang Xie indifferently: "The other party also has a new strongman, the strength should be in the master, if they fight together, the chances of winning are not great."

Yu Zhihong glanced at Tian Li with a little surprise, he actually felt it too, it seems that the hidden door is really full of talents.

Grandmaster?

Yang Xie calmed down, and his spiritual thoughts slowly spread out. This place is far away from the camp of the Holy See. However, Yang Xie's soul was nourished by the soul-fixing pearl, and the strength of his spiritual thoughts also increased, which caused the distance of the investigation of the spiritual thoughts to decrease. It is farther than the ordinary innate middle stage...

Sure enough, Yang Xie had already sensed that there was an exceptionally powerful presence in the Holy See's camp, with surging aura all over his body. It seemed that Yang Xie's divine sense detection made him feel something. Xie only felt a pain in his head, and quickly withdrew his spiritual thoughts, his face suddenly became very ugly.

"A loss?"

Yu Zhihong chuckled, this kid's promotion has been smooth and smooth, and he rarely encounters setbacks. He dares to use his spiritual sense to spy on the other party when he knows that the other party has a master-level powerhouse. It's strange that he doesn't suffer!

Yang Xie smiled sheepishly, this time it was indeed a slight injury to his spiritual sense, but with the Soul Fixation Orb, he would be able to recover soon, so it was not a big deal.

"Yutou, let's just watch like this?"

"Otherwise, what else can we do? Mr. Mo went to Aiji, we just need to guard the camp, wait for him to kill the Pharaoh, and then come here and destroy the Holy See, isn't it good?"

Yang Xie: "..."

Well, it's like playing.

The Mr. Mo they were talking about looked down at the mummies expressionlessly. His cloak was rattling, as if he was about to blend into the night.

"I admit that you are very strong, but the day when I was dormant, I was at the pinnacle of the master's strength. Naturally, I have my trump card. If I really fight, I may not be your opponent, but you will definitely not be able to retreat completely, and, I can tell you a secret, there are eight-winged angels in the Holy See, if we both suffer, no one in China can resist it, right?"

The pharaoh's withered face forcefully squeezed out a kind expression: "Well, you and I will let it go, I will lead the army to leave, we can sign a non-aggression agreement, and even, I can send some purple belt men to help How about Hua Guo?"

The Pharaoh was so regretful that his intestines were green. He could feel the terrible force contained in the Huaguo man in front of him. If he really fought, he should not be an opponent. It's all weak, but now it seems that this guy in front of him may also be a figure of his own era, and he has fallen asleep for some reason, right?

"Finish?" Mr. Mo asked lightly, the Emperor of the Sea can be regarded as half a cultivator, but you are a person who is neither human nor ghost, so what is it?

Pharaoh was choked for a long time by Mr. Mo's words, what the hell?Finished?The king of feelings was convinced and said good things for a long time, but you didn't listen at all, did you?

Pharaoh's face suddenly became extremely gloomy. He looked at Mr. Mo and said suspiciously, "Are you really going to fight?"

"What nonsense!"

Mr. Mo stopped chattering with him, his body trembled slightly, and streaks of jet-black vitality rushed straight into the sky. In the originally pitch-black night, he couldn't even see a single star in an instant. A huge pressure made him Pharaoh's expression changed immediately.

The pharaoh didn't dare to be negligent, his vitality was like a sea, and it turned into a bloody ocean, surging forward, rushing towards Mr. Mo with unparalleled momentum.

Mr. Mo was slightly surprised that this mummy could still have such a strong blood?Or in other words, the reason why Ai Ji is so rich in mummies is because these pharaohs sucked out their blood?

interesting!

Mr. Mo stepped into the void, and the ink-like vitality turned into a giant hand, and slapped directly on Wang Yang. The blood-colored ocean seemed to be solid, and it was beaten to pieces. Under the turbulent waves, it gradually collapsed.

There was a chill in the pharaoh's heart. This blood energy had been stored for thousands of years to be able to have such power, but it was scattered by the opponent's seemingly random palm like this?

The monstrous sea of ​​blood energy gathered little by little, and wanted to gather again to attack again. Mr. Mo was not happy and worry-free, and punched out again. The vitality was like ink, like a meteor that rushed to the front in the distant void, and reached the Pharaoh in an instant. In front of him, the pharaoh had only time to exclaim before he was hit by the punch, the void seemed to collapse in, and the pharaoh's bandage-wrapped body was directly smashed to pieces.

fall.

……

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