Chapter 324 Visiting the Vatican

The Vatican, a country within a country, seems to mortals to be just a small town built on a mountain, but practitioners all know that the Vatican is actually a rare land of gods and celestial beings, representing faith, eternity, and gods.

The doctrine of immortality.

At this time, the entire city in the center of the sacred land levitated, and the wishes of all sentient beings dropped down. It was dominated by several powerful holy weapons, and it wanted to compete with a true saint.

On the walls of the divine city, a group of richly dressed old men were all shrouded in the ocean of faith. They looked at Si Xuan with infinite power from heaven, and there was no fear on their shining faces.

"A flawless Saint King weapon plus a few Saint weapons? Now that things have happened, do you think this kind of thing can stop me?" Si Xuan protected Fenghua and Tu Shanmei by his side, with the vat above his head, bursting out

The dark magic light made the entire divine city scream.

"Saint of the East! The water in the Vatican is very deep. Even if you were a saint, you would not be able to come and go at will! Please retreat, everything can be discussed easily." An old man in the front, with his hair and beard sprouting, suppressed the trembling and fear of the saint.

, but still had to look polite and said.

That big vat was really terrifying. The vat's mouth was pointed at the immortal holy city, and it was like a black hole suspended in the sky above the holy city. The holy weapon in their hands could not give them a sense of security at all.

"How deep is the water? How deep is it? Is your Saint Jesus still alive? Where is your God now?" Si Xuan sneered, raised a big foot, and in an instant, it was tens of miles away, and he smashed down on the divine city below!

"boom!"

A group of old people in the divine city were frightened and angry, but they had no choice but to quickly control the Holy King's weapon to face the enemy, and tried their best to meet this terrifying big foot.

Si Xuan did not use the Heavenly Demon Jar in this attack, it was just an ordinary kick. However, ordinary monks could not imagine the saint's divine power. These Western monks spent a lot of sentient beings' telekinesis to barely block this attack.

"Uh-huh! For the glory of my religion!" An old man with blond hair and blue eyes took a step forward, his whole person shrouded in a strong ocean of mind power. He was holding a holy bow, as if he was possessed by a true god. When the bow is fully drawn, he can shoot an arrow.

Shot it over.

"rumble!"

The dark light flickered on the big vat of demon above Si Xuan's head, and an astonishing suction force exploded. In an instant, the arrow feathers and the old man holding the bow were sucked in, and they were sucked into pieces by the vat!

"Your Highness the Saint, it is not easy for me to teach the monks how to practice. Please stop!" At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous golden robe appeared above the city wall, standing in front of all the powerful figures, and said.

"Fart! It's not easy for monks to practice cultivation, but it's easy for monks from Dongtu to practice?" Si Xuan turned back indifferently, and the devil's vat was trying to swallow the middle-aged man into it!

"God! Give me power! The power of the Bible!" A book with glittering golden light appeared in the middle-aged man's hand, and the vast amount of belief power above the Vatican gathered together, blocking the gravity of a quasi-imperial weapon.

"Tsk tsk, a powerful king, are you the pope of this great religion? The person behind the plunder of Mount Tai more than 20 years ago?" Si Xuan casually sealed the holy bow and threw it to the little fox behind him, smiling.

asked.

The book in the opponent's hand has a provenance. It is a replica of the quasi-emperor's Bible. It should be a sacred talisman left by God in the Vatican. It can only be triggered when facing a real saint.

"Those vessels contain great secrets, and whoever gets them belongs to the same person. The Eastern natives cannot keep them, because they are incompetent." The old pope was dressed in golden divine clothes, holding a brilliant holy spear in his hand, and the "Bible" hung on the

Above his head, he spoke coldly.

"Oh? Then I'm here to kill you now. If you can't save your own life, I can only blame you for your incompetence?" Si Xuan said coldly, looking at the old pope.

"The power of God is infinite. Don't overestimate yourself. If the backhand deployed by the great sages had been activated, even the saints would have no choice but to suffer hatred here!" The old pope mobilized the power of the Bible above his head and the power of hundreds of millions of beliefs.

It poured into his body, making him look even more holy.

"Hahaha! I understand. Are you going to make a desperate move to absorb the power of all sentient beings in the Vatican and force yourself to break through the saints to fight with me?" Si Xuan looked at the pope and suddenly laughed, seeing through it.

Regarding the opponent's methods, he mocked, "What a pity, you will definitely not be my match even if you practice for eight hundred years!"

"Don't bully others too much!" The old pope was furious. The holy clothes and holy spear in his hands were all glowing, and he pointed at Si Xuandao with a slight trembling.

"Am I bullying people?" Si Xuan sneered, and with a thought, Jiulitu appeared in his hand, filled with imperial power. In an instant, he broke through the defense of the Bible talisman, knocked on the Pope's head with his big hand, and pulled him to his side.

forward.

"When you invaded the Eastern Territory and plundered the ancestral weapons of the Eastern Territory people, why didn't you feel that you were bullying others?" Si Xuan asked coldly, his face close to the Pope's.

"boom!"

The Pope exploded, and the king-level power spurred the holy spear in his hand, and stabbed Si Xuan in the chest. However, it could not break through the imperial power on his body and did not cause any harm.

Si Xuan roughly kicked the handle of the holy spear away, and slapped the Pope on the face: "You are a robber, how dare you call me a bully?"

His slap cracked the Pope's skull, causing him to fly out and hit the Vatican's tough wall.

"Let me tell you, those who kill will always be killed, and those who humiliate others will always be humiliated. I came all the way from the east, and countless people worshiped me along the way, begging me to destroy your orthodoxy!" Si Xuan walked over and said,

Another slap hit the Pope on the face, and the splendid holy garments on his body were torn. He could not bear the slap.

"I originally just wanted to take our Eastern Tu's ancestral artifact and leave, but you are really blinded. Do you really think that you can do whatever you want by breaking the power of faith and practicing?" Si Xuan grabbed the Pope's head again,

With one slap, the man's entire body was turned into a dance of blood, and his soul was crushed to pieces.

He gently raised his hand, and the illusive golden book was taken over by him. It was just a talisman, but it was made of divine gold. There was a string of letters outlined in ancient English on it. Si Xuan couldn't understand it, but he thought it should be "Bible"

"Two words.

"Is this the talisman left by the quasi-emperor Jehovah? I feel that the quasi-emperor has not yet reached the level of an enlightened person. He should be similar to Ge Xuan or Rong Cheng." As soon as Si Xuan sensed the power of this talisman, he took it.

Collected.

He stood up, turned around and faced the entire Holy City again, without any expression on his face: "Your Pope is dead, either open the door, or I will blow open the city gate, take your choice!"

"rumble!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the huge holy city seemed to lose its supporting power in an instant and fell to the ground. The city gate made of holy wood opened, and a young man covered in blood stood upright at the city gate holding a dragon spear.

Si Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly. He was a powerful king, no less powerful than the Pope. He had many blood holes on his body and was wrapped with several divine chains. It looked like he had just broken free from his restraints and arrived here.

"I am a divine knight and a guilty person. If the saint wants to destroy the divine religion, please step over my body." The divine knight looked at Si Xuan and spoke proactively. The dragon spear in his hand was weaker than the Pope's.

It's on the same level, but the power it unleashes is even more powerful.

"Well, you are the legendary number one person under the starry sky? You are not afraid of death." Si Xuan stared at this powerful king and remembered who this person was.

Once upon a time, the Vatican obtained a jar of blood essence from the ancient emperor. After generations of sacrifices, the murderous intent and principles in it were refined, leaving only the purest essence. However, it was overturned by the divine knight in his childhood.

All the ancient emperor's great medicine, enough to last ten thousand years, was poured into him, making this man perfect.

"I'm here to welcome back the ancestral artifacts from the East. The ones from the Vatican, the ones from Jerusalem, the ones from Mount Tai more than 20 years ago, and the ones taken even longer ago. I'll send them all here to pass on your Taoist traditions." Si Xuan thought for a moment.

Thinking about it, he looked at the Divine Knight and said indifferently.

The divine knight was stunned, looked at Si Xuan with a pair of blue eyes, and bowed deeply without hesitation: "Thank you, saint."

I was thinking of writing a few more chapters (shui) for this part about Xi Tu. Okay, I’ll speed it up.
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