The sword energy ripped apart, and the waves surged and overflowed in all directions, making a sound like muffled thunder.

Apart from the sound of the waves, there was only dead silence.

Xiang Hongbao stared blankly at the huge ship from the Holy Church sinking into the sea. He saw knights wearing classical creation armor diving from the ship like dumplings, causing large splashes of water.

Stay away from the ship as hard as you can, fearing a huge explosion.

But in the end, the ship just sank like a rotten stone.

The knights, who are like tin cans, must expend considerable strength to stay afloat.

Ji Kangle and others' hearts beat heavily, and their breathing became a little short.

But there was a look of pleasure in his eyes.

The waves suddenly parted in the middle.

A middle-aged man wearing silver armor stepped directly onto the sea. With blue eyes, he stared at Wei Yuan and said slowly: "Why are you attacking us?"

He still uses that ancient language.

This is to pretend to be stupid to the end.

Suddenly he saw Xiang Hongbao sliding down from the helicopter on a rope. His eyes narrowed slightly. He was a member who was qualified to participate in some church affairs. He could be said to be a middle-level person. Now he was mixed with these people. The Vatican's secondary referee said in shock.

: "Xiang, why are you here?"

This sentence is still in the ancient language of the church.

Xiang Hongbao was silent for a while.

Then he looked seriously and said to the church judge: "Actually..."

"I'm a policeman."

……………………??!

At this moment, the mood of the Holy See Referee changed from confusion to anger.

Xiang Hongbao, who had thrown out a bad joke, was elated.

But the Chinese side was a little embarrassed.

Wei Yuan put away his sword and said:

"In accordance with international practice, after three warnings, the extraordinary person will not stop taking action and accept cooperation."

"It will be regarded as a provocation and we are qualified to take action."

"You are under arrest, His Excellency the Inquisitor of the Holy See."

The chief referee came forward with a fierce momentum, but was silenced for a moment by the chief judge who cut off the giant wheel with a sword.

He seemed helpless and sighed.

Then the water suddenly exploded beneath his feet.

His whole body was like a cannonball being discharged from the barrel, instantly grazing towards Xiang Hongbao.

Xiang Hongbao, who knew he knew the languages ​​of other countries, and the 'traitor' of the church must die.

The right fist paused for a moment, but the force contained in it became more fierce, and it was punched out violently.

This punch was enough to penetrate the secret wall of the ancient fortress.

Xiang Hongbao seemed unable to react at all.

But when the middle-aged man's fist came down hard, he suddenly realized something was wrong. A sharp pain came from the edge of the fist that was as polished as blue rock. When the fist hit it, there was even a feeling of hitting the steel.

It felt like the middle-aged man's eyes changed. When he saw a tall monk appearing in front of Xiang Hongbao, he hit the man's chest with his fist, but it had no effect.

Not even a ripple appeared in the sleep at the monk's feet.

It was as if all the punches were absorbed by him.

The middle-aged man looked stern, stepped back suddenly, and turned around to draw his sword.

Yuanjue recited a Buddhist chant, raised his hand, turned over his five fingers, and pressed it directly on the top of the blond man's head with a huge force, but the latter just felt the breeze blowing on his face, and then, as if the sea suddenly collapsed under his feet, huge waves rushed towards him crazily.

It slapped the surroundings, and the roaring sound was like thunder, like natural disasters and divine wrath, roaring in the ears and heart of the middle-aged referee.

After a few breaths, the waves calmed down.

Yuanjue took back his right hand.

The chief referee, who had murderous intentions in his heart just now, calmed down.

The palm of his hand trembled slightly as he moved away from the hilt of the sword.

The knights looked at the always calm and domineering chief judge and clenched their swords.

A burst of heroic momentum.

Xiang Hongbao also reminded in a low voice:

"Beware of the secrets of the Inquisition."

In silence, the referee raised his left hand, and then slowly raised his right hand.

"I demand humane and democratic treatment."

…………

For Wei Yuan, the temporary solution to these ill-intentioned church monks is just a matter of course. His real goal is to find out what the incident in the East China Sea has to do with the water god Gong Gong. For safety, Wei Yuan and Yuan Jue need help first.

Send these knights back.

Along the way, we arrived at the place where the church's fictional angel lost contact.

It is a calm sea area.

At least based on Wei Yuan's perception, he didn't feel there was anything wrong. He didn't sense the ancient divine power from the world of mountains and seas. When he asked Yuanjue, Yuanjue also shook his head. In the Buddhist gate, Yuanjue was holding a nine-ringed tin staff.

His cultivation level can be considered to be in the first echelon. He studied both the consciousness-only sect of gradual enlightenment and the Zen sect of sudden enlightenment. His method of enlightening the mind with the heart is very strong, but he has no perception.

There's none……

Could it be that the changes in the East China Sea were not due to Gonggong?

Could it be that the problem was caused by the Garden of Eden discovered last time?

Wei Yuan had doubts one after another in his mind, and he pretended to ask Feng Siyu casually, but the girl just focused on thinking about the food and didn't feel anything. Wei Yuan finally decided to settle on the coast of the East China Sea first, and then think about other things.

If the solution doesn't work, I'll ask Wuzhi Qi again.

If the candle is Jiuyin, Gonggong may be awakened.

His thoughts were churning, while Zhang Hao next to him grabbed Xiang Hongbao and said doubtfully:

"Since when did you become a police officer?"

Xiang Hongbao said awkwardly: "I'm not..."

"I just always wanted to say this line."

Zhang Hao: "…………"

Xiang Hongbao changed the topic, coughed, looked at the gentle and calm monk, his eyes brightened, and said:

"By the way, Master, what was the name of that palm you just struck? Does it have a name?"

Yuanjue saluted with one hand and replied: "That palm was passed down from my master."

"The moves are gentle, don't attack people's vital points, use skillful power to defeat people, and don't do much killing."

"That's why it's called Great Mercy and Great Compassion Qianye Hand."

Everyone who heard this sentence recalled the palm that directly hit a wave and fell into silence. Xiang Hongbao turned around and looked at the huge palm print that appeared on the shoulder of the chief referee after Yuan Jue pressed it.

, the corners of his mouth twitched.

no……

This thing...compassion?

As long as my power is strong enough to scare the other person into not wanting to draw the knife, then I don't have to kill him.

So, strength equals compassion?

Xiang Hongbao began to wonder if there was something wrong with the people in the museum.

Looking at Wei Yuan who was lost in thought and had no results, he suddenly felt a little excited and said:

"Master Wei, what's the name of that sword you just struck? Is it some unique secret book?" Before he was tricked into the Nestorian Church with two lollipops by the Education Committee uncle, he was yearning for the swordsman in white.

Chic and ethereal painting style.

"Ah? Swordsmanship? There's no name..."

Wei Yuan raised his head and replied: "I want to talk about the secret book."

"Hmm...Chapter 3 of "Elective Physics for Senior High School Students" published by People's Education Press?"

Xiang Hongbao: "???"
To be continued...