The Six Ultimate Killing Formations are composed of six people, arranged according to the directions of the Yin and Yang and the Five Elements of Heaven and Earth. One person is left behind in each of the six directions. Among them, the person in the center is in charge of the formation eye. The rest are auxiliary.
The mystery of this formation is that the abilities of the six people in the formation can be condensed into one. No matter which direction Yunzhong Wulan goes, the people in that direction will have the combined strength of the six people.
Yunzhong Wulan is the number one person in China. If she wants to defeat her, she cannot make up for it with numbers. However, the Six Ultimate Killing Formation can twist the strength of six people into a rope, which is the ultimate way to deal with Yunzhong Wulan.
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Ye Haoxuan, who has the potential to study the Heavenly Secret Killing Formation, does not know that an incident is quietly taking place in the Holy See thousands of miles away.
The Holy See in the night looked solemn and solemn.
Arm-thick candles were burning on the brackets on both sides of a huge church. The sacred statue of the Virgin Mary looked a bit strange among these flickering candles.
Pope Paul XVI knelt before the statue of the Virgin and prayed devoutly.
At this moment, a red shadow flashed in the church, and a tall Westerner appeared behind Paul XVI. He was wearing a bright red robe, and his whole body was shrouded in this bright red robe.
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This man slowly lifted off the hat that covered most of his face, revealing a handsome and charming face. This man was clearly Ericsson, who had fought against Ye Haoxuan in Yuancheng County not long ago.
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Paul XVI was still kneeling on the ground praying, as if he didn't even realize that there was another person behind him.
"Dear Emperor, I have returned from the East." Erikson knelt on one knee and then made a knightly salute to the Pope.
Paul XVI made the sign of the cross on his chest, and then slowly stood up. He turned around, and his face, which was neither sad nor happy, revealed a kind of vicissitudes of life.
"Erickson." Paul XVI spoke: "You have violated the will of God. You should not be greedy for the holy cross. That is not what you can have."
"Dear Emperor, I just want to get back something that belongs to our Holy See. The Holy Cross belongs to us." The expression on Erikson's face did not change. He knelt on one knee and said solemnly.
"No... the holy cross does not belong to the Holy See, it belongs to the East. It was accidentally obtained by a powerful person from our Holy See when he traveled to the East. Then he injected his own inheritance into it." The Pope shook his head and said.
"No wonder... I sensed that the power in the holy cross object is very powerful, and it has the power to destroy the world, but this kind of breath is very strange. It turns out that it does not belong to us." Erikson murmured.
But then, his eyes were filled with light. He raised his head and said with hot moxibustion: "I feel that the power in the holy cross is something I have only seen in my life. Only our Holy See is qualified to own it. Why aren't I allowed to use it?"
Take it back?"
"Because you can't control that kind of power, and only that young man can control it. It's still sealed, but I can sense that it won't be long before its seal will be opened. There's another secret here.
, if it is not controlled well, it will be a disaster." Paul XVI said slowly.
"Paul, your duty of existence is to make our Holy See continue to grow. Now that such a good opportunity is before us, why don't you seize it? You are no longer worthy of holding the power of the Holy See." Eric
Sen suddenly said angrily.
"Erikson, you have been lost to the devil." Paul XVI's deep shout was like an explosion in Erikson's heart, making him groan and his face turned pale uncontrollably.
It was precisely because of this that aroused the anger in Erikson's heart, and he stood up suddenly. The moment he stood up, he had the illusion that the person holding the scepter had unparalleled power in the Holy See.
The position of status should be his.
There was a trace of moxibustion heat in his eyes. He couldn't help but look at the power in the hands of Paul XVI, and he suddenly took a step forward slowly.
"Poor child, you have been blinded by the devil. I represent the Lord's will to punish you."
Paul XVI sighed slightly, his eyes showed a strange color, and then he pointed forward with his right hand, and a thick voice instantly sounded in the Vatican: "The Lord created everything, the Lord controls the world, and the Lord said to stop,
You will not move forward. The Lord gave you the glory, but you gave it to the devil and turned your back on the Lord's glory. I will take it back."
As the thick voice resounded in the Holy See, Erikson couldn't help but pause in his steps. His whole body was filled with brilliance for a moment, and he let out a miserable roar.
"My Emperor, I know I was wrong. I was blinded by the devil just now...I beg you...give me a chance." Erikson only felt like he was being burned in a fire. He fought desperately
Struggling and screaming.
Although he also possesses great prophecy, his ability is far inferior to that of Paul XVI. The reason for such a big gap is that Paul has the power of the divine source. During the pope's powerful prophecy attack,
, he couldn't even muster the slightest strength to resist.
Seeing Ericson struggling and screaming in the holy light, Paul sighed uncontrollably. He pointed upward and said: "Lord, forgive your believers."
As he pointed with his right hand, the strange light on Erikson disappeared instantly, and he fell to the ground. The damage caused by the holy light was slowly healing.
"Erickson, you are not allowed to step outside the Holy See again." Paul XVI turned around and walked forward with a staggering step.
At this moment, Erikson's eyes suddenly burst out with a trace of red light, and a trace of killing intent came out of his eyes. He suddenly rushed forward, and at the same time, there was a sharp knife in his hand.
Long sword.
As if sensing the danger behind him, the Pope turned around sharply, pointed his right hand forward, and uttered the word "Lord..."
However, just as he uttered a word, Erikson's sword had already reached his chest, and the sharp sword pierced his chest mercilessly.
Paul XVI's eyes widened. He looked at Erikson in disbelief and uttered one word: "You..."
"Paul, you are no longer worthy of possessing the scepter. Hand over the power of the divine source, and I can give you a happy life." Erikson pulled out the long sword in his hand, and scarlet blood flowed out of Paul's chest, instantly dyeing it red.
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"The Lord will not forgive you." Paul XVI uttered these words, his eyes slowly closed, and at the same time a radiance surged from his body.
This was his self-protection of the power of the divine source when his life was in danger. This brilliance made Eriksson take a few steps back uncontrollably. He knew that it would take a long time to deprive him of the power of the divine source.
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He held the power stick tightly in his hand, with an unprecedented fanaticism on his face. He carefully stroked the power stick in his hand and murmured: "I will lead the Holy See to unprecedented glory."
After a long time, he suddenly woke up from his dream. He glanced at the Pope lying on the ground, and then shouted in a hissing voice: "Someone, come quickly..."
Ye Haoxuan didn't know that such a change was happening thousands of miles away, and he didn't know that it would bring great difficulties to his future trip to Ruidian.
In the blink of an eye, it's time for a decisive battle with Yun Zhongwulan.
Shili is the best place for a duel. The first time I met Yunzhong Wulan was at this moment. Huang Bo and Bing Aotian were there to help in the battle, and they destroyed Shili Pavilion to the ground.
Now a pavilion has been rebuilt here, still named Shili Pavilion.
Ye Haoxuan stood in the open space in front of the pavilion with Shura on his back. He looked to the east, waiting for the mist in the clouds to arrive.
Not long after, a figure appeared due east. From such a distance, she could be vaguely seen wearing a light gray monk's robe. Her steps were extremely light, and she could reach the distance of several miles in an instant.
"Hello, Senior Yunzhong." Ye Haoxuan bowed his hands to her.
Although this old witch had dealt a cruel blow to him, she was a senior after all, and Ye Haoxuan always believed that etiquette could not be abolished.
Yun Zhongwulan nodded slightly and said, "Have you thought it through?"
"Think it over carefully." Ye Haoxuan said calmly.
"If I had known what would happen, why bother? If you had handed over the fish intestines early, maybe Yanxin would not have suffered so much." Yun Zhongwulan said calmly.
Li Yanxin is her only disciple. Her paranoid behavior last time made Yun Zhong Wulan very heartbroken. She blamed all of this on Ye Haoxuan.
"I've thought it over carefully. The secret lock is of great importance. I can't hand over the fish intestines to you." Ye Haoxuan's next words made Yun Zhong's eyes suddenly turn cold.
"That's what you're talking about when you invite me here today?" Yunzhong Wugang said coldly.
"Yes, I'm here to tell you this. At the same time, I hope that Senior Yun Zhong can turn around soon. You have become possessed." Ye Haoxuan said lightly.
"Do you know the consequences of doing this?" Yun Zhongwulan said coldly.
"I know...it's just a fight to the death." Ye Haoxuan smiled slightly.
"You are also qualified to say life and death. Your strength is developing very quickly, but if I want to kill you, it will be as simple as strangling an ant." Yun Zhongwulan sneered.
"You can't strangle me to death, because I stand on the side of justice." Ye Haoxuan smiled slightly, and he took out the Shura from his back with his backhand. He slowly raised his right hand, and pointed forward the Shura in his hand.
The three-foot Shura had a murderous intention. A hint of decisiveness in killing exuded from Ye Haoxuan.
This battle was destined to be a battle of life and death. Wu Lan's hands were counting the beads faster and faster. Finally, she pinched hard, and the string of beads in her hand suddenly spread out, and hundreds of beads scattered in all directions.
At the same time, she chanted the Buddha's name softly: "Amitabha Buddha..."
As she finished chanting the Buddha's name, her figure galloped forward like an arrow, and at the same time she struck forward slowly with her right palm.