super ambiguous

"Although you are very strong, you are courting death like this!"

The Pope was furious. As the strongest of the Holy See, as the No.1 of the Water Blue Star, and the future absolute emperor, the whole world should prostrate at his feet, and kissing his instep is almost enough. How dare someone question it? What he said, he dared to criticize himself twice in a row, and his words didn't make sense!

Even if his strength is a master, he is not qualified to do so. Who gave him the courage?

For the pope's roar, Mr. Mo only has one action, and that is to hit!

At this moment, Mr. Mo is completely disappointed with these so-called master-level masters. This guy doesn't seem to have a strong aura. He presumably improved his strength through some messy way. It's just a thing for practicing hands. When the last guy is done, he should retire.

The last sleepers on Shuilanxing have almost been killed by themselves, and there is no love left.

The black air is like a dragon, murderous intent is wanton.

The monstrous devilish energy turned into countless skulls, as if it was about to drink the blood of a strong man, and then boiled, making a miserable howling sound. If the strength is a little weaker, it is estimated that it will be howled by this The sound shocked my heart and soul, and I have been demented ever since.

The pope snorted coldly, endless holy light erupted from his whole body, and he focused all his attention on Mr. Mo. In a duel between masters, if you think twice, that is a big taboo.

The three of Yang Xie only felt the pressure suddenly lighten, and it was as if they were granted amnesty, and they retreated several miles away, and then looked at the two of them, the Holy Light of the Pope was dazzling, and it was boiling with it, turning into all kinds of viciousness The beast, and Mr. Mo's black energy agitated recklessly and collided with each other, but in the end it was completely swallowed by the black energy. The black energy skull was like a glutton, devouring the holy light.

The Pope's face changed slightly, but he took out a simple scripture, ten centimeters thick, and he directly opened a page, and said, "I said, the darkness receded."

The black energy that had been overwhelmingly swallowing up the holy light was now like a cat whose tail was scalded by a red-hot iron. It immediately jumped up and retreated sharply.

Yang Xie walked over from Jin Sanxiao's side, and he was sure that he was dead. Seeing the Pope showing his might, he couldn't help frowning: "Head, why did the Pope call himself 'I' just now? Shouldn't Gongcheng be a god? ?”

Although Yang Xie is not a member of the Holy See, but this common sense is there. People in the Holy See usually pray to the gods and provide their own power of faith, so as to obtain powerful power from the gods, but the Pope said this to me, This is Chi Guoguo's blasphemy, right?

Yu Zhihong shook his head, and he couldn't understand it either. The Pope in front of him was no longer the Pope he had seen before, and there was a strange sense of holiness.

"Interesting." Mr. Mo cheered up a little bit, and ignored the sluggish blackness. Instead, he looked at the Pope with interest, his gaze was like lightning, and the Pope felt as if he was not wearing any clothes. Half a cent of ** can be said.

"There is a trace of divinity, interesting, really interesting." Mr. Mo said it was interesting, but he shook his head with a look of disdain on his face.

The Pope was shocked, but he didn't know where Mr. Mo got the news.

"Head, what is divinity?" Yang Xie asked again.

"The West believes in gods, and they believe that all gods have godheads, and the carrier of godheads is the god light crystal you gave me that day. It is rumored that the god of light is a twelve-winged angel. After the death of the so-called god of light, the god Crystal will stay, and if you can condense enough power of faith, you will be able to resurrect."

Yu Zhihong's eyes fell on the pope, and he said, "Since Mr. Mo said that the pope has divinity, it must be that the crystal of the twelve-winged angel was smelted by him."

Yang Xie clicked his tongue. The crystals of low-level angels are smelted as soon as they are smelted. The Pope actually smelted the crystal nuclei of twelve-winged angels. Isn't this equivalent to blasphemy for the people in the Holy See?

Obediently, Long Dingdong, as the pope, he dared to do such a thing, he was also drunk...

Tian Li, who was next to the two of them, just sneered when he heard such a thing, these uncivilized guys really can do anything.

With the Pope's strength, he could easily hear the words of Yang Xie and Yu Zhihong. His face was ugly, and he snorted coldly, but turned to a page of the Bible again, and said coldly: "I said, all heretics will Died by the spear."

An incomparably holy spear appeared out of nowhere and stabbed at Mr. Mo at an extremely fast speed. In the air, there were bursts of singing sounds, as if praising the power of the gods, stabbing all heretics to death.

Countless white lights condensed on the holy lance, piercing Mr. Mo's heart with endless murderous intent. The Holy See is like this. The so-called purification and holy war are all carried out in the midst of endless blood and massacres.

Yu Zhihong's heart trembled secretly. This blow was exceptionally powerful. Just the aftermath made him feel terrified, who was several miles away. If it hit the ground, it might be comparable to the blow of a meteorite hitting the earth. right?Can Mr. Mo resist it?

Mr. Mo stretched out his hand and returned to his paralyzed expression. He grabbed it just when the holy spear was about to stab him.

The holy spear stopped a few centimeters in front of Mr. Mo's heart, and the white light exploded, each strand bursting out with powerful energy. Any heaven-level warrior who touches a trace will be killed by the contained energy. When it came to Mr. Mo, it was just like a breeze, shaking his clothes.

That's all...

There was a silver light shining in the Pope's eyes, the Bible was flipped, and he spoke again: "I say, the saint slays demons."

Amidst the white light, there was a figure gathering, and a holy man with a powerful aura appeared, his figure was like a dragon attacking, he rushed over quickly, stretched out his hand to hold the spear, poured all the energy in his body into it, and wanted to pierce the spear into it. In the heart of Mr. Mo.

Mr. Mo exerted force in his hand, but the spear was grabbed by him and swung. A black light flashed in Mr. Mo's eyes, and the spear collapsed, and the so-called saint condensed from the holy light also collapsed. It shattered into little bits of white light, and finally annihilated in the air.

"If you are at this level, it will disappoint me too much."

Mr. Mo said lightly, his vision is too high, as a peerless master of Aquamarine, he has fought all over the world, and even though the Pope has smelted some divine crystals, he is only No.1 of Aquamarine at this moment. Forget it, there is a long way to go from the Emperor of War, let alone the top powerhouse among Emperor of War.

The Pope's eyes were full of murderous intent. He did not allow anyone to underestimate him. This was a blasphemy against himself. Anyone who dared to blaspheme would be sanctioned by the gods.

As a result, the ancient bible was floating in the air, the pages were flipped quickly, a majestic chant sounded faintly, and it seemed that there was also a solemn voice of a god.

"Accept the judgment of the gods!"

The brilliance is dazzling, countless holy lights condense into chains, the chains are like dragons, centered on the Bible, spreading in all directions, locking the entire space, and Mr. Mo is right in the center of this cage, with his hands on his shoulders. Behind him, the great cloak fluttered.

"Bullshit doesn't make sense!" Mr. Mo said.

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