In his life, he stood on the altar, controlled people's hearts, and followed his words. He was extremely brilliant, but at this moment, he felt an unprecedented danger.
Danger.
This is almost a feeling that the Pope has almost forgotten.
From the fair and upright political arena of various countries to the dark and bloody world of darkness, he is a man of great talent and strategy, invincible and domineering, but he never feels that anyone can threaten him. He does not understand martial arts, not at all, but in the spiritual realm, he
But he is truly invincible and no one can kill him.
But at this time, the signs of death were so clear, like a dark shadow spreading crazily, the surrounding space was shattering, the stars were falling, the light was disappearing, the dead coldness spread out with an almost eternal darkness, swallowing everything, as if
abyss.
Countless scenes were constantly changing before his eyes, and finally returned to reality.
The reality is Angel's eyes, so beautiful and occupying everything.
Transcendence!
At this moment, the Pope could finally be completely convinced that in his invincible spiritual realm, there was now an opponent who could compete with him.
The betrayer of the Holy See, Saint Angel, also entered the transcendent realm.
How can this be?!
The Pope only felt that everything happening today was extremely ridiculous.
Everything Angel experienced, all the insults, and sinful desires were all illusions, but when he was not prepared, even he was concealed.
A vague panic gradually took over his consciousness.
The pope's retreating figure suddenly paused.
In an instant, his pupils condensed and shrank, and the space between his eyes was pure and flawless silver.
This is the most powerful and perfect will in the entire dark world. Like the vast galaxy, like the roaring sea, the will with huge oppressive force followed the Pope's gaze straight into Angel's eyes, irresistible.
"Aresis, kill her!"
The Pope's deep voice sounded, extremely majestic.
Angel remained motionless, but her spirit became more active than ever.
The pope's eyes are all silver-white, and his eyes are shining brightly.
The clearness and softness in Angel's eyes gradually faded, becoming dark and silent.
The two looked at each other.
The same perfect wills meet in an instant.
At that moment, the Pope did not feel any ordinary emotions in Angel's will.
It was darkness.
Deadly silence, coldness, numbness, madness, and despair.
The Pope suddenly opened his eyes, and in this darkness he finally saw the truth.
He understood Angel's mental state very well. With her character, it was impossible for her to enter the transcendental state in her life. Even at her peak, she was still far away from the transcendental state. After encountering the tribulation, her spirit
The state has been unstable, and it is already good to be able to barely regress, but it is impossible to continue to improve.
From being a saint to rebellious and about to be purified, all the experiences may stimulate Angel's will, but there is no way she can make a breakthrough to this level.
There is no traditional realm in the spiritual realm, and the transcendent realm is the only realm. There is a complete chasm between the upper and lower realms, even more exaggerated than martial arts. To a certain extent, Angel has no room for progress.
But the will and spirit displayed by Angel at this time were truly transcendent.
That vast but extremely condensed will is so dark and so desperate.
This is not Angel's state of mind at all.
Naturally, it is not Angel's will.
Darkness is like a tide.
With the madness and malice that almost destroyed the entire era, he swallowed up the Pope in an instant.
...
The entire church was completely boiling in the silent wind and rain, like a mad bull vehicle flying into the air and hitting the main entrance of the church, with piercing alarms and angry roars sounding at the same time.
The night is silent.
Heavy rain fell.
The strong wind in the sky was still for a moment.
A not very tall figure appeared in mid-air like a shadow.
He raised a palm.
All the airflow around him stopped in an instant.
As the most elite force of the Holy Inquisition Legion, countless Holy Inquisition warriors reacted immediately.
A holy warrior wearing heavy armor who had obviously prepared for battle in advance suddenly rose into the air and shouted: "Who?!"
The stagnant ice wind swayed slightly.
In the silence, the body of the holy warrior who rushed high into the sky shattered silently.
At this moment, it was like countless sharp blades split open his body, and the broken pieces of flesh and blood spilled down, falling to the ground with a dull sound.
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This picture was so clear and cruel that the Holy Inquisition Legion, full of fighting spirit, fell silent for a moment.
Everyone was staring intently at the thin figure that was not tall, or even slightly short, in mid-air.
Black tights, silver mask.
He stood there without any emotions that humans should have. In a daze, he was like a knife, sharp enough to split everything!
After a moment of silence, the figure standing in mid-air seemed to glance at the Holy Inquisition Legion below.
A hoarse and low voice sounded, with the ultimate indifference.
"Zhongzhou, Situ Wanjie."
"Where is Aresis?"
Countless curses suddenly sounded out with anger and murderous intent.
"presumptuous!"
"Heretic, kill him! He should be purified!"
"Guilty! This is blasphemy!"
"Damn it!"
Amidst the countless curses and roars, Jie silently stared ahead.
heavy rain.
In the deep night, he spent several hours driving across a distance of nearly a thousand miles. Zed's body was already a little tired, but his whole soul was burning.
No flinching, no hesitation.
In mid-air, he stepped forward and whispered: "I'm here to pick you up."
The stagnant night wind began to surge as he moved forward.
Between heaven and earth, strong winds from all directions continued to gather with Jie's body as the center.
He moved forward slowly.
Countless of the most elite holy warriors around rushed forward without hesitation.
The violent airflow had formed a tornado visible to the naked eye around Jie.
The space is constantly shaken by the hurricane.
Zed glanced down.
There was no emotion in his eyes.
The wind exploded.
The strong wind that was condensed to the extreme exploded like a knife, flying continuously with a chilling murderous intent.
The shrill wind kept whirling and getting louder and louder.
There are wisps of air that are constantly exploding, each wisp carrying a deadly edge.
Between heaven and earth, murderous intent surges to the sky!
In the corner of the church, Mered had already stood up.
Zed's figure slowly moved forward in the air.
Countless holy warriors rose into the air and then fell.
Blood, mutilated limbs, and broken flesh spread along with death.
"How can it be..."
Mered's eyes were unusually solemn: "How can it be so strong?"
At this moment, Zed is completely the incarnation of death in his eyes. As a master who is infinitely close to the peak of invincibility, Mered can roughly see Zed's current state.
Zed's condition is not good. His injury has not healed. At this moment, every time he moves with all his strength, his body may completely collapse. Moreover, his breakthrough is already too tragic, so it is not perfect. In the past few years, he has
Apparently this problem has not been solved yet.
But what's more obvious is that Zed obviously no longer thinks about this.
If a problem cannot be solved, it will not be solved.
Now, Jie no longer thinks about any consequences. In his heart, there is only killing.
Mered's body trembled slightly, with obvious hesitation and struggle in his eyes.
The calamity in this state would never be able to withstand one of his attacks.
Mered can be sure that as long as he appears in front of him, with just one punch, he can beat Jie into flesh and blood, not to mention him, any ordinary invincible state, even half-step invincibility, or even thunder state.
At his peak, he can now kill Zed with a full blow.
But similarly, no one who is invincible, close to the peak of invincibility, or even at the peak of invincibility, cannot withstand a blow from the calamity.
In this state of calamity, anyone is qualified to bet on life and death with him, but he is also qualified to bet on life and death with anyone.
His body is extremely fragile, but at this moment, the sharpness displayed has far exceeded the ordinary invincibility state, and has steadily entered the peak invincibility!
This is the calamity in its normal state, with no injuries or hidden dangers. As the strongest assassin in the dark world, this is his unique edge!
"I said, don't underestimate the calamity."
His Majesty's voice rang on the mobile phone, extremely low: "And why do you underestimate him? Using the Qi Control Realm to shatter the existing martial arts and enter the invincible realm, what is the concept? This proves that since the four realms of martial arts,
, his Qi Control Realm is the most perfect. In terms of Qi Control Realm alone, he is even more perfect than Tianjiao. Who dares to underestimate this kind of monster? His breakthrough is so tragic that he cannot display his full strength at all.
, but if he is desperate, who can stop him in front of him?"
"This is a peak assassin who can gamble life and death with the peak invincibility..."
His Majesty's voice was filled with emotion: "The Holy See is finished."
"I..."
Mered hesitated for a moment.
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"Block him!"
His Majesty's voice suddenly became extremely cold: "At least hold him back, Angel must die."
"I can't hold it off."
Mered smiled bitterly without hesitation.
In such a calamity, it is easy to kill him, and it is also easy to be killed by him.
But it is not easy to hold him back. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky.
...
It represents the crazy will of darkness.
Time is running backwards in a hurry.
Angel looked at the Pope in front of him.
In a daze, she seemed to have returned to the Holy Land more than a month ago, to the hotel that night in the Holy Land.
In the hotel room, Mered stood beside her.
In front of them were Qin Weibai and Lin Fengting.
The hidden leader of the Lin clan began to draw his sword.
The edge of that sword was so powerful that everyone ignored the others.
Memories that seemed to have been covered in dust or deliberately forgotten appeared in her mind, becoming increasingly clear.
A voice sounded in her ears.
"Are you Zed's woman?"
Angel was suddenly startled.
In the room, Lin Fengting's sword was still moving forward.
The edge is strong, but the speed is getting slower and slower.
Everything was like a completely frozen oil painting, only her thoughts were normal.
"Who are you?"
She looked at Qin Weibai and asked with alert eyes.
"I am Qin Weibai."
Qin Weibai said nonsense.
Angel became more and more vigilant. She was a little uneasy and subconsciously wanted to retreat.
"You should see this."
Qin Weibai stretched out his palm.
Suddenly, the whole world compressed toward him as she raised her palm. The surrounding fields were getting smaller, the world was getting smaller, and the room was shrinking, completely confining her in place.
The opponent's will was extremely arrogant and suppressed her in place.
A hazy light appeared on Qin Weibai's palm.
The light is dense and colorful, just like a dream.
Angel desperately wanted to look away, but her body was out of control, and her eyes were fixed on the light in front of her.
The light flows slowly, like joys and sorrows, flickering with stories one after another. It seems like the world of mortals, containing the epitome of an era. It is also like martial arts, with sword energy roaring horizontally, endless life, six reincarnations, and the ultimate explosion.
Destroy everything, Zhenwu's Ten Jue seals all directions, and no grass can grow in the extremity area. The twenty-four swords shatter the sky and tear apart the heaven and the earth.
The starry sky is vast, shadows are flowing, ice, wind, thunder and fire are constantly changing.
This is everything.
Whatever you want to see, you can see inside.
Angel was extremely frightened, as if he had seen the legendary Pandora's Box.
She knows what this means.
This is a manifestation of strong will and perfection that is infinitely close to the extreme.
Transcendence!
In front of this light, her thoughts were extremely vague, but extremely clear: "You...transcendence?"
"Not yet."
Qin Weibai stared at the light in her palm and was also in a daze. No one knew what she saw in this light: "But it's very close."
"What do you want?"
Angel retreated in vain, her voice gradually deforming due to fear.
"I'd like to lend it to you temporarily."
Qin Weibai said lightly.
"I don't want this kind of thing."
Angel almost screamed.
"Don't refuse in a hurry. It will probably save your life. It's not a bad thing for you."
Qin Weibai smiled gently and softly.
"What the hell is this?"
Angel trembled.
Qin Weibai was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "This is a sword light, the epitome of the sword light, it is an era, the era of women, the era of revenge, the most boring era."
All the memories start to become clearer and clearer.
Angel thought of every expression Qin Weibai had at that time.
At that time, she watched the light expand in the opponent's palm, and the light became brighter and brighter, but all she could feel was darkness.
That is endless despair.
The pope's will rushed into her spiritual realm extremely arrogantly and resolutely.
The pope's pupils were constricting.
Angel's pupils were dilating.
The sword light that condensed the entire era bloomed in her pupils, so fierce and so lonely.
Vaguely, she remembered asking again: "What on earth is this?"
Qin Weibai's answer seemed equally clear at this time.