Rebirth of the Peerless Waste

Countless people were overwhelmed. Ye Tian even flew the Pope with a great seal and flew into the bronze palace.

The tall copper door was open, too late to close. After all, Ye Tian's speed is too fast.

Boom!

Suddenly, horrible power erupted in the bronze temple. The holy light poured out of the gate like a torrent of water. The wind screamed like a bone-sharpened steel knife, which turned the earth upside down, and even appeared a chaos, like in the world of extinction. To stop Ye Tian from rushing in.

Ye Tian stood still, allowing his body to be swallowed by the flood of holy light, and strangled by the bone scraping wind.

He has the bodyguard of the overwhelming seal, and has the magical powers of Chaos Divine Realm. These destructions can't hurt him at all.

He glanced like a torch, bursting out two golden flames, penetrating the mist of the holy light, looking into the hall, wanting a glimpse of it.

However, there is a prohibition in it, which is very powerful. His fire eyes and golden pupils can't penetrate, and the sense is also useless.

This has never happened before. A bronze temple, he could not even wear it.

Boom!

Ye Tian urged Jingqi, and suddenly a wave of horrible waves surged from him. The golden blood was surging and the whole body was blooming, so that his momentum rose to a new height, terrifying.

The people on the ground were all palpitations and almost suffocated. Although Ye Tian turned their backs on them, they also gave them a sense of thorns on their backs, as if locked by the most evil beast in the world.

Boom!

Then, there was another tremor, Ye Tianman's hair was golden, dancing wildly, and stepped out suddenly, against the flood of sacred light, approaching the bronze temple.

He was firm in his walk, with a ruthless face, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains and leaning towards the mountains.

Bang!

Suddenly, in the flood-like holy glow, an archangel with four wings behind flew out, and his body was like glass, crystal clear and radiant, like a nine-day **** Phoenix reborn from Nirvana, breaking through the shackles and soaring for nine days .

"True Angel!"

Suddenly, countless people exclaimed, and blinded, they would pay homage.

The angel of the true **** is an angel in mythology and legend. He lives in the kingdom of heaven, and his blood is pure. It is not comparable to the descendants of angels whose blood is thin today.

This is a powerful creature, just flew out of the bronze temple, the terror wave swept across the heavens and the earth, all the clouds were scattered, and there was a strange noise in the sky dome.

"No, you look carefully. He wears a purple gold crown on his head and wears a purple gold holy robe. It is older than the current Pope Francis. Is he also a pope?" Someone exclaimed. A head of doubt.

Ye Tian and this angel almost face to face, seeing clearly than anyone else.

It is true that if someone saw it on the ground, this angel was wearing an old purple gold holy robe, but it was not Francis.

Moreover, there is no breath of life on this person, and his eyes are empty, as if a walking dead.

Electric light flint, Ye Tian realized that this was not an ancient angel, but an ancient emperor of the Holy Church. After his death, he was re-cast the meat shell by secret method.

His body is like glazed glass, blazing with light, filled with the power of light. This is the body of the bright glazed glass created by the faith of all living beings. It is comparable to a holy body, very powerful and almost indestructible.

This is a puppet, or war slave!

The Holy Church is so ruthless, even if the ancient emperor's sacrifice was turned into a weapon of war, people could not survive after death.

Ye Tian couldn't help but secretly panic.

"I know who he is. The third pope of the Holy See, St. Martin. There are pictures of successive popes in the Holy See's temple. I have seen this man." Another crowd exclaimed The sound came out, and one stone stirred up thousands of waves, making everyone uneasy.

"Gosh, the eighth pope, thousands of years from now. Is it still alive, is it immortal?"

"I know, go to heaven and have eternal life! The Pope will never deceive people, or deceive people!"

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There was a lot of hustle and bustle at the scene, and countless people worshiped at the head.

Where did they know that the ancient Emperor Saint Martin was no longer the original Saint Martin, but a war puppet.

As the so-called dead body disappears, the Holy Church has a secret method to help the ancient emperor rebuild the flesh and sacrifice it into a battle pawn. It is impossible to save all the combat power, and there will be great damage.

Saw in the void, the eighth ancient emperor of the Holy Church, Saint Martin, with its wings spread across the sky, flesh like a chariot, rushed out of the bronze temple, and raised his fist against Ye Tian.

Bang!

As if two meteorites collided, there was a great shock in the void, where there was a blaze, the holy light flooded the sky dome, as if the earth was breaking through, chaos was turning.

"Who's winning?"

Countless people widened their eyes and looked up to the sky dome, in front of the majestic palace.

Soon, all the light disappeared, and there was only a young figure standing in front of the hall. Although thin, the erupting atmosphere was more majestic than the mountains.

His two hands each have a leg in turn, each connected with a half body, which can be combined into one person.

"He, actually ...?"

After a while, the audience was completely silent, and everyone was stunned.

It was a powerful ancient emperor. He was a Dixian before his death. After his death, he was sacrificed into a war puppet. Although the combat power declined, from the outbreak of breath, it still has the level of Dixian. It ’s incredible.

Ye Tian waved his hands, throwing the two bodies of the ancient emperor Saint Martin as if throwing garbage.

Void sky, a little rain of light ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The body of the bright glaze is decomposing, turning into the glory of divinity, and it is radiant.

In the eyes of everyone's fear and resentment, the gate of the Bronze Temple was violently shocked, and another figure rushed out, also wearing a purple gold Saint emperor robe and wearing a purple gold crown, which is even older than the eighth ancient emperor Saint Martin .

"The sixth pope of the Holy Church, St. Augustine!"

Someone recognized the ancient emperor at a glance and was shocked.

There is no doubt that this is also a puppet. The body of the bright glaze is very powerful and has a great posture, but there are no wings behind it, and there may not be the blood of angels.

However, the breath erupted from him was more terrifying than that of Saint Martin.

锵!

With a golden war spear in his hand, he stabbed Ye Tian at the head, such as an antelope hanging a horn, pulling out a mysterious trajectory and dazzling light, accompanied by a roar of heavenly sound.

This is a stunning spear, as if it is compatible with the heaven and earth avenue, faster than lightning, sharper than the sky knife, so strong that it is completely messed up, tearing the void, and piercing Ye Tian's face door almost instantaneously.

At this moment, countless people were cold and spine, and the spine was cold.

Sharp edge of the spear, kill thousands of awns, each slash can kill a **** realm.

Such a stunning spear, there is no reason to kill the young devil!

锵!

Ye Tian's fingers were like golden gold, and the endless Baohui was blooming, and there was a magical bloom on his fingertips, and he suddenly pointed out, but he resisted the war spear of the Sixth Ancient Emperor. A loud noise burst into endless sparks.

Suddenly, there was a cry of excitement in the audience. Everyone was petrified and dumbfounded.