Chapter six hundred and eighty third golden sword unsheathed
The huge golden sword struck, and an extremely tragic aura filled the whole place, and the people around them retreated to avoid it.
The people around him were like this, and the power Wang Tao faced among them could be imagined.
Huge air pressure hit, and the entire living room was whipped up by strong winds.
Wang Tao was unaware of it at all. Under his control, the things around him remained unshakable, as if they were embedded in the air.
Seeing the giant golden blade slashing down with extremely violent power, Wang Tao slowly stretched out his hand, then raised two fingers and gently caught the fallen blade.
"It's impossible...it's absolutely impossible...it's impossible for Long Aotian to do it..."
Seeing that the move he had used with all his strength was suddenly restrained by Wang Tao, he screamed in horror and his face turned pale for a moment.
"You even dare to touch my woman, please pay the price for your stupidity this time!"
As Wang Tao spoke, a flame suddenly rose between his fingers. The flame spread from his hand along the blade and burned Yuan Jindao's body in an instant.
"Zhizhi..."
First, the golden blade in his hand slowly melted, and finally turned into a pool of golden water, which was completely destroyed.
Before he could be shocked, the flames had already spread from his hands to his body.
"Ah! Don't... kill me... I was wrong. I will give you all the women of the Yuan family as compensation... ah!"
Yuan Tiandao has lived for so long and enjoyed a lifetime of glory and wealth. How could he be willing to really receive a box lunch?
He screamed in fear, but Wang Tao remained unmoved.
"In this world, smart people always like to maliciously speculate on others. If you don't give up until you see the Yellow River, and don't shed tears until you see the coffin, you don't know it's too late."
Wang Tao sighed and his body began to levitate.
"If everyone leaves this place, it will be sealed for a hundred years, and the souls here will be burned for a hundred years. This is the price to pay for making mistakes."
"Yes..., respect the law."
"Respect the law and decree..."
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Everyone knelt down and kowtowed, but they were a little surprised that Wang Tao didn't pursue the matter. They had made fun of Wang Tao before.
When people went out, Yuan Tiandao had been burned until only his soul was left.
Four souls were nailed to the sky in the middle of the hall, and then were calcined by endless flames. The shape was extremely tragic.
"Let's go! Go to Western Europe and have a look. I want to see some bullshit bishop."
As he spoke, Wang Tao cast a spell to seal this place, and then he disappeared in an instant with Yuan Tingting half in his arms. When he reappeared, he had arrived at the Holy Bishop's City in Western Europe.
The Bishop's Holy City, also known as the Zenith City, is the city where the Catholic Church established its sanctuary.
Zenith City looks very big from a distance, especially the twin towers in the middle are particularly eye-catching.
The Twin Towers are not buildings in the usual sense, but a spire-style building with a large base and smaller and smaller roofs as you go up. It is a bit like a Gothic architectural style, but it is very consistent with the regional culture of Western Europe.
Wang Tao landed on the tower, his consciousness swept across the city, and his heart sank.
Yuan Ziling presented Yuan Tiandao to the bishop as a favor, but what did the bishop want to do with Yuan Ziling? Wang Tao didn't know.
But one thing he was sure of was that nothing good was waiting for her.
However, under his consciousness just now, there was no trace of Yuan Ziling.
It’s broken! Isn’t it possible that something unexpected will happen?
Wang Tao felt uneasy in his heart and landed in a lobby.
There are statues of gods placed in front of the lobby. In front of the statues, an old man is kneeling on the ground and praying.
"Who are you?"
Bishop Mahler suddenly became aware of the changes in yin and yang on the ground. He looked up suddenly and saw two people standing in front of him at some point.
"Where is Yuan Ziling?"
Wang Tao asked coldly.
"Yuan Ziling? Who is Yuan Ziling?"
Mahler quietly put his hand into his pocket, then quietly stepped back, and asked doubtfully.
"That's her."
As Wang Tao spoke, he sketched Yuan Ziling's appearance in the air. The old bishop was stunned to see this act of appearing out of thin air.
"Saint? Are you looking for a saint?"
As he spoke, he suddenly took out a black cross from his arms and threw it at Wang Tao. As soon as the cross appeared, it was able to catch the wind. It quickly became more than a dozen huge and hit Wang Tao with the strong wind, as if it was trying to suppress him.
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"Hmph! Devil! Accept God's suppression."
The old bishop threw the cross and felt relieved, then roared proudly.
This is a sacred weapon blessed by divine power. Once used, even the strong men in the East will be suppressed with hatred.
Mahler was proud, waiting to see that no bones were left of the two people who had been suppressed in front of him, and then he would torture the demonic souls of these two madmen.
Then he waited, and soon his eyes were wide with disbelief.
I saw Wang Tao gently stretching out his hand to support the huge bracket. No matter how hard the cross struggled, he could not break free from his hand.