Chapter 1000 The True God and Heroic Spirits Come, the Holy See is Strong
This person is only twenty-seven or eight years old, with a raised forehead bone, a spotted face, sparse beard, bright eyes, thick eyebrows, and hang upwards, a big nose, and a raised nostrils.
The ears are long and almost drooping to the shoulders, the mouth is big and wide, and the chin is much more prominent than the forehead.
His appearance makes people feel majestic, majestic, fierce, cold and solemn, mean and ruthless.
This person is a descendant of the Zhu family of the Daming royal family, Zhu Xiaochen.
After the fall of the Ming Dynasty, the children of the Zhu family from generation to generation had to go to Huangjue Temple to serve as lay disciples.
In fact, Huangjue Temple is not a legendary small temple at all, but a hidden sect where Zhu Yuanzhang also became a monk.
He acts low-key, but has strong strength and is passed down from generation to generation.
Zhu Xiaochen is now in a fairy realm, and his aura is only inferior to Ying Su, and he is overwhelming with Jin Zixuan and Wu Yaoniang.
If you show your strength in the world, you can compete with the priest and leader and will surely shock the world.
"Zhu Xiaochen, what do you mean by Jiang Taichu's sarcastic words!"
Wu Yaoniang looked angry and asked, "What if the Huaxia Dragon Group and Tianqing Sect can't hold on?
At that time, the Holy See or the Brahmins will become the first doctrine. Will we Chinese believe in them?"
"But Jiang Taichu has offended the people in the Tianxing Realm! Do you think he has any way out?
Sooner or later, you will die!"
A trace of fear flashed across the face of Li Guangzhe, and he said in a cold voice: "And our ancestors were all helped by the dimensional world and were their agents! We should start a war against Jiang Taichu!"
"Stop making a noise!"
Ying Su was upset when he heard this, waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Look at it first."
If Ye Tianren and the others can hold on, then we should not meddle in other people's business! Go home and eat mutton soaked buns! Damn, we have been fighting for a few days and nights and starved to death!"
As soon as this sentence came out, the audience suddenly became silent.
Everyone dared not speak, and looked quietly into the battlefield.
The battle situation is even more tragic! Tianqing Sect and the Huaxia Dragon Group are surrounded and are even more passive!...At the Lancang River, a war broke out, and the strong men on both sides fell like rain! The bishops of the Holy See, the monastery, and the crusade generals are all
Walking in the air, waving weapons, sucking and spitting out the holy light, Huo Qingtian, Wei Feilong, Zhao Yuankun, Huang Ling'er, Tang Linglong, Shen Mange and others to live.
The Brahmin priests, guardians, elders, ascetics, and manifested miracles, fought with powerful men from the Dragon Group and the Chinese Martial Arts League.
They were numerous and powerful. Three thousand people surrounded less than one hundred Chinese powerful people and gradually gained the upper hand, but they bypassed Ye Tianren.
Ye Tianren looked sideways.
I saw Saint Roland and the little master of suffering, one holding a scepter and a cross, the other holding a meditation staff, holding a beaker in his hand, and approaching him.
"Your Excellency Tianren, you are obsessed with it, and I can only offend you!"
The little master of suffering was like a Vajra's eyes and shouted coldly.
He no longer called his junior brother, which means he cut off the friendship that was confirmed by the past discussion and wanted to start a big killing.
"Slay the God Sword, kill it for me!"
Ye Tianren stopped shouting, and his tiger's body shook.
Suddenly, the sword energy soared into the sky with a height of 10 meters, ten miles in a radius, the sun and the moon were gone, the wind and clouds changed color, and lightning and thunder were roaring.
The broken iron sword behind him sneered and exclaimed, jumped out of the sheath, and turned into a dazzling green light about a hundred meters long, spanning a distance of 1,000 meters, slashing towards the two of them like a green rainbow running through the sun.
Saint Roland stepped on the holy light and flew into the air. With a wave of the cross in his hand, he knocked back the flying sword with a clang, and said in a cold voice: "Your Heavenly Man, you are indeed amazing and amazing.
It is almost the best immortal in ancient Chinese legend! Unfortunately, the road to the starry sky is cut off, and you are not a hidden royal family, so you will not have the chance to climb to your immortal ruins! Therefore, you will not be a true celestial being or immortal in your life!
It’s better to believe in our Holy See and have a chance to ascend to heaven!”
"You dream!"
Ye Tianren burst out with another sword, killing Saint Roland retreated repeatedly.
"I'm stubborn!"
"I am incompetent. I have practiced the Thirteen Holy Arts of the Holy See, but the last one is only half practiced! Now, I will use this sub-saint technique to learn about your Chinese swordsmanship!"
With the cross of Saint Roland, the power of the holy light surged and turned into a cross lightsaber and killed Ye Tianren.
The bowl in the little master of suffering flew up and covered it downwards, and a golden light burst out. Among the golden light, there were gods all over the sky.
The top of the house is Brahma, Shiva and Vishnu. There are various gods below, all of which are condensed by Brahma power, shining brightly and majestic.
The little master of suffering sneered coldly: "Master Gaye once taught me the three-phase magical power, but now he has achieved great success. I am here to learn about the God-killing Sword of the God-killing Sword today, and see if you kill the gods!"
The little master of suffering and the first Privy Councillor Saint Roland are both brilliant figures in the Middle Ages, and are only one step away from the Holy Lord and the Immortal.
If it weren't for the dimensional world behind them that they were ordered to monitor the earth's world, they would probably have ascended to become immortals and gods.
Although Ye Tianren is a latecomer, he has excellent opportunities and is well-versed in Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. He once traveled to the Kunlun Sect, and visited the Brahmins, the Holy See and Taoism, and once founded the Yanhuang Iron Brigade and fought on the battlefield.
He entered Hongmeng again and realized the magic sword technique, and finally had to be enlightened by Jiang Tian.
At this time, he, martial arts, magic, cultivation, and all things are understood. His cultivation is perfect, and he is definitely one of the most powerful people on this planet in this era! When these three people fight, they can fight immediately.
The sky is dark and the earth is dark, the void is shattered, and the flying stones break through the mountains.
The blue sword light traverses ten miles, and the holy light fills the mountains and mountains, and the power of the Brahma seems to be about to break through the nine heavens and ten earths.
Previously, with the strength of Saint Roland and Master Kushen, even only one person, it was completely crushing against Ye Tianren, let alone joining forces.
But at this time, the two joined forces and could not gain any advantage.
Swish! The sword light radiates, the sun shines on thousands of layers of waves in the East China Sea, and the sword lights are stacked, like a raging wave sweeping across hundreds of meters, crushing Brahma, Shiva and Vishnu to pieces, and breaking the golden light,
Hit the little master of suffering.
Whoosh! Saint Roland waved his scepter and condensed many shields to resist. At the same time, the holy light on the bottom of his feet burst out, and his body shook and retreated hundreds of meters away.
The little master of suffering squirted blood, his clothes were broken, and he flew backwards. His face was full of shock, and he couldn't believe it: "Ye Tianren, you have only been in seclusion for twenty years, how could you become so powerful?
Have you reached the level of immortality?"
"The strength is too terrible!"
Saint Roland also looked fearful, as if he had known Ye Tianren for the first time.
More than 20 years ago, before Ye Tianren went into seclusion, he also visited the Holy See and exchanged holy arts and Taoist Dharmas. The person in charge of receiving the Holy Roland.
At that time, Saint Roland thought he had the strength to suppress Ye Tianren, but at this moment, he had no confidence at all.
"I've been rapidly improving this time, not because of retreat, but because of my master's guidance!"
"Two, give up your weapons and surrender. You are not the opponents of Tianqing Sect and the Chinese heroes at all!"
Ye Tianren held a broken iron sword in his hand, with his eyebrows and eyes standing upright, and had a strict manner of being the one man at the gate and ten thousand men could not open.
"Saint Roland, kill Ye Tianren and leave it to you!"
The little master of suffering sneered and turned around to attack the other Chinese heroes.
Suddenly, the Chinese heroes who were already deeply trapped in the enemy group and were struggling to support them doubled their pressure! "God loves the world. Today I call on the heroic spirit of the true god and ask the Saint Adam, the son of the true god, to come to me and glorify my life!"
Saint Roland's face shook, holding the cross that had turned into a cross lightsaber, praying devoutly.
Suddenly, the holy light filled the sword light, the wonderful rhythm, holy and brilliant, seemed to not belong to this world at all.
He shouted with his eyebrows and said, "The lowly blasphemer, kneel down at the feet of the gods and repent!"
Suddenly, from the depths of the sky, a vast, sacred and powerful aura turned into a pillar of holy light that penetrated the heaven and earth, penetrated through the clouds and cracked the sky, and enveloped the body of Saint Roland.
Saint Roland, a strange change! A terrible change!… “Fuck him grandma, he is asking God!”
On the green pine peak.
Ying Su stared at Saint Roland like cold electricity, and suddenly his body shook, and he shouted like a quarrel.
"Please God?
The magical craft?
Is there really a god in the Western Holy See?”
"Hiss! Really!"
Everyone looked at each other with a terrifying look on their faces, and they were shocked, and they all took a breath of air conditioning.