Everyone was silent.

Even the old monk put his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha."

"This sword made me seem to see the battlefield where the heavens once fought."

Yang Dingfeng's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it at all.

"Fuck!"

"I'm afraid this knife can split God in half!"

Lin Xi, Xia Yuyan...

Everyone was silent, and at this moment, there seemed to be only that figure left in the world.

After a while, Lancelot's body was reduced to nothingness.

The track of time gradually dispersed until the sky was completely closed, and everyone present was still unable to recover.

The saint has not yet left his mortal body.

Fighting against gods with a mortal body.

Lin Que really did it.

This undoubtedly creates a precedent for the East and the West, the entire world, and even the three realms!

Above the sky, Lin Que put away the Heavenly Punishment Sword.

At this moment, his body was dim and dull, and all the power in his body had been exhausted.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a smile.

"Behind every successful man, there is a woman who works silently."

"Morgana, you are great!"

Morgana:......

Just after he finished speaking, his body suddenly shook, with disbelief in his eyes.

Lancelot's divine power surged, and his body solidified again.

Lin Que tried his best to kill him, but he still couldn't kill him!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Lin Que!"

"You're so naive for trying to kill a god!"

"How can an ant like you understand the power of the gods?"

Under the battlefield, everyone was silent.

Although he failed to kill Lancelot, Lin Que's ability to achieve this level exceeded their expectations.

Before everyone in the Fantuo Temple could react, Lancelot pointed his spear at an angle.

"Someone is coming!"

With an order, countless figures walked out from among the believers behind them.

At the time of life and death, all the chivalry he had talked about before became empty talk.

Those believers surrounded Lin Que.

Mo Qingcheng and others had cold eyes.

The old monk's Buddha's chant was low.

"Amitabha."

"Disciples of Fantuo Temple, listen to my orders!"

"exist!"

"Keep Lin Que alive. If he dies, there will be no need for Fantuo Temple to have a foothold in the world!"

"yes!"

Thousands of monks were ready to move, but at this moment, the space above their heads rippled.

There are other forces appearing here!

Countless figures tore through the void and walked out, exuding a terrifying aura.

"America, genetic warrior!"

When Lin Que saw the person coming, his pupils shrank.

Upon seeing this, Ye Ni and others rose into the air and guarded Lin Que.

The leader, who was an old acquaintance of theirs, was holding a thunder hammer. He looked at Lin Que and the others with a sarcastic face, and sneered: "Lin Que, you are at the end of the road."

"It's better to surrender obediently."

Lin Que covered his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said weakly: "I should have killed you when we were in the turbulent sea area."

"snort."

Thor snorted coldly and gave an order, and the genetic warrior behind him rushed out with overwhelming murderous intent.

The old monk had no intention of standing idly by and was just about to give the order to attack when shouts of killing began!

The source of the sound was a phalanx coming from Juechen from the western boundary.

The spear, the horse, and the cold light of the armor merge into one place, creating a fierce momentum!

"Knights!"

In an instant, a phalanx of more than 4,000 people surrounded the old monk.

A tall figure stepped out on horseback, lifted the helmet mask on his face, and exuded the power of a semi-saint peak.

"Monk, Fantuo Temple should not be involved in this matter."

"Thinking of you is also a person of faith."

"Leave now and I won't be in trouble."

The old monk's expression remained unchanged and he asked.

"Who are you?"

"Lance Lodge, son of the Knight of the Lake."

While announcing his name, he used all his energy to show his strength.

The power of the semi-saint swept the entire audience!

On the battlefield, the sense of killing that had just calmed down rose again!

The old monk clasped his hands together.

"You go and help Lin Que."

"Remember what I just said."

"yes."

Thousands of monks rose into the sky, but Lancelot did not stop them.

And there were so many people, he couldn't stop them even if he wanted to.

"Monk, if that's the case, don't blame me for being rude."

The old monk smiled gently.

"If you want to stop me, you guys are not enough."

Lancelot came prepared this time, holding his spear high and his deep voice echoing throughout the audience.

"Array up!"

Rumble.

With the sound of horse hooves and smoke rising everywhere, four thousand people formed a mysterious battle formation with Lance Lodge as the core.

"This formation, called the Macedonian Battle Formation, comes from mortals."

"After I fused the power of a half-saint, it's more than enough to kill a saint!"

The old monk scanned it for a long time, and his expression finally changed.

Each of these more than four thousand people has a good level of cultivation.

The tallest among them has already reached the half-step supreme state.

This formation is exactly what Lance Lodge said.

A small team of ten people, a squadron of one hundred people, and a large team of one thousand people.
To be continued...