"Beidou Ministry?" The pope's eyes flickered with uncertainty as he thought quickly:
"You really are from outside the territory!"
The conversation between the two was not concealed, everyone heard it, and the whole world was in an uproar.
"Sure enough, I told you there are aliens, but you still don't believe me!" A young man wearing thick glasses shouted excitedly.
"Pah!" The old man next to him slapped him on the back of the head:
"What the hell are aliens? They are obviously gods and they look exactly like humans. Don't insult gods with your monsters in movies!"
The mortals were shocked and excited because they had confirmed the vastness of the universe, while the monks were happy and excited because they had a goal to move forward.
Since the Heavenly Court comes from outside the territory, doesn't it mean that they can also go outside the territory and rely on the difficult avenue of the earth to suppress them?
Only the people in the Holy Court and Sanxian Island looked gloomy and were in a very bad mood.
Because they know very well that to cross the universe, you must at least be in the realm of a saint.
And if the opponent comes through the teleportation array, it will be even more terrifying. The forces that can control the star teleportation array are definitely not something they can resist.
"The most dignified divine general hasn't killed him yet. It seems that the heaven is nothing more than this!"
The Pope said indifferently.
After hearing his words, the eyes of the people on Sanxian Island lit up.
That's right, the first divine general knows from hearing that he must be at the top level of combat power. A person of this level has not yet reached the level of Xiansan. How strong can Tianting as a whole be?
Hua Yunfei looked as ethereal as an immortal and said calmly: "You don't have to test it. The strength of Heaven is beyond your imagination. What's more -"
His eyes suddenly widened:
"Even if I don't kill you, it's enough to kill you!"
Hua Yunfei's temperament changed so quickly, he instantly changed from a banished immortal to a fighting saint.
As soon as he finished speaking, the light of the flying immortal had already arrived in front of the Pope's face.
"Arrogant!" The pope's face darkened, his whole body shone with golden light, and he stepped forward to greet him.
Divine light splashed out and sonic booms piled up. The two quickly exchanged hundreds of moves, and then exchanged heavy palms.
The Pope flew back a hundred feet, but Hua Yunfei did not move at all.
He gently flicked his sleeves: "It turns out to be an incarnation, no wonder it is so vulnerable!"
The Pope's face was as dark as water. He was repulsed in public by a junior who had not yet killed himself. This was an unbearable humiliation for him, even if he was just an incarnation.
Turning his hand and taking out a golden Holy Grail, the Pope recited a spell, and then pointed the mouth of the cup at Hua Yunfei:
"Accept purification, demon!"
"Wow~" The golden light splashed out from the Holy Grail like a waterfall, carrying a strange energy that calmed people's minds, sacred and peaceful.
But Hua Yunfei's pupils contracted and he retreated as if avoiding a snake or scorpion.
Looking at the water-like ripples, he looked solemn and said word by word:
"The power of faith!"
In Beidou, the only people who practice faith are the monks in Xumi Mountain in the Western Desert. Hua Yunfei has not come into contact with similar enemies, but this does not mean that he does not understand this power.
The power of faith is a very magical power that comes from the human heart and gathers sand into the sea. Even the ancient emperors of the past dynasties have not been able to thoroughly study it.
But fortunately, ruthless people have developed secret techniques to deal with this kind of power.
Hua Yunfei's hands changed like flying, forming a mysterious mudra, and his forehead bones gradually became as transparent as crystal.
"Destroy!"
With a soft drink, a bright fairy light shot out from his forehead. Wherever the light swept, a massive amount of faith was ignited, like oil meeting fire, it instantly spread and turned into a sea of fire.
The Pope had obviously never seen such a method before. He couldn't help but froze for a moment. When the golden flame spread to his hand, he threw away the Holy Grail in his hand and watched it slowly vaporize.
This was just an ordinary instrument used to carry the power of faith, not the legendary holy instrument, so he didn't feel bad.
But he couldn't accept that his big killer weapon was destroyed so lightly.
The thinking continues to diverge, and the opponent's method is simply the nemesis of the power of faith. This is undoubtedly a huge threat to the Western orthodoxy that relies on faith to establish religion!
If the other party uses this trick to attack Jerusalem or the Vatican...
The pope shuddered, that was terrible!
With the massive power of faith accumulated in these two holy places, once it is ignited, the power will probably be no worse than a nuclear bomb!
No, this child cannot be kept!
"Chi!" Two black scrolls unfolded and swelled with the wind into a huge picture, surrounding Hua Yunfei.
Then, dazzling thunder and lightning burst out from the scroll, instantly sweeping across a kilometer radius and lighting up the sky!
Heavenly catastrophe!
No matter which planet you are on, no matter what era you are in, natural disaster is synonymous with destruction.
And monks on earth have not seen such a thing for thousands of years.
This is a thunder calamity that saints in ancient times sealed with great magic power and made into forbidden weapons. It is one of the important heritages of the Holy See.
Seeing the sea of thunder engulfing Hua Yunfei, the Pope finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he could wipe out this enemy, it was worth paying for two forbidden weapons.
But at this moment, an indifferent voice came from the depths of the Thunder Sea without any fluctuation:
"This level of lightning disaster is not enough to see!"
The Pope's eyes widened in disbelief, and he saw the sea of thunder gathering towards the center at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there was a black hole swallowing it.
Then, he really saw a black hole.
It was a black vase of great avenues. Where it was located, the great avenues receded, and the mouth of the bottle opened wide, swallowing up all things. The lightning tribulations all over the sky were absorbed into it without causing any ripples.
Immediately afterwards, he saw the dark bottle mouth pointed at him.
In an instant, the Pope's scalp was numb and his hairs stood on end!
Without the slightest thought of resistance, he dodged as fast as he could, only to find that the mouth of the bottle was always firmly locked on him.
No, not locking, but predicting!
It was as if the opponent knew in advance which direction he would hide in and aimed there in advance.
The Pope was startled by his guess. This is so outrageous. Is there such a secret technique?
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The mouth of the Great Avenue Aquarius turned from black to bright, and in an instant, endless runes were sprayed out, like a brilliant meteor shower, beautiful and gorgeous, swallowing up the Pope in an instant.
"No!"
Some older figures in the Crusaders shouted in disbelief. Although the Pope did not admit his identity, they still recognized that it was indeed the Pope.
That was the leader of the Western cultivating world, the strongest king. Even one incarnation should be invincible. How could he be killed so easily? This made them feel that their faith had been impacted!
Whoosh!
An embarrassed figure fell in the middle of the Crusaders. The golden light around him dimmed, revealing his true appearance.
The army immediately recognized his identity and were surprised and delighted:
"Your Majesty the Pope, it is really you!"
At this time, the Pope had no interest in paying attention to the concerns of these subordinates. He watched with heartache as the silver cross he wore around his neck turned into ashes, and he wanted to look up to the sky and scream.
That was a protective magic weapon refined by a semi-saint, and it was just gone!
Looking at Hua Yunfei, whose clothes were not messed up, the Pope no longer cared about his image and roared an order:
"Crusader, slay demons!"
"yes!"
The army responded, turning into a torrent of steel, using the ancient military formation to superimpose mana, with the Pope as the core, and swept towards Hua Yunfei.
"Damn it, you don't have martial ethics! If you can't beat me one by one, I'll fight in a group. Pope, that's all?"
Many young people from the East who had their hearts in heaven complained unhappily, and at the same time they were worried about the god general in heaven.
Even some Western believers felt that their pope's behavior was a bit disgraceful and kept silent.
Facing the surging army, Hua Yunfei's expression remained unchanged, but his temperament became more and more dusty.
He made seals with one hand as if holding flowers and smiled.
The next second, flowers rained all over the sky, fallen flowers bloomed, and the sky was filled with beautiful scenes. Even the Crusaders looked intoxicated.
"With one thought, the flowers bloom and you rule the world!"
The plain and ruthless voice reminded me that the rain of flowers all over the sky turned into flying clouds, sweeping down like a strong wind and rain, smashing out bright blood flowers. The incarnation of the Pope was the brightest one.
In just an instant, the two Crusaders and nearly a thousand monks turned into a blood mist that filled the sky and became part of the beautiful sky.