Everyone was awestruck, this was the real Ye Killing God. Everyone in the world regarded Ye Qinghuan too well and did not understand his cruelty at all.
Especially those young girls thought that Ye Qinghuan was domineering, cold and a charming man.
Only those who have truly come into contact with Ye Qinghuan can feel the bloody terror of this man.
These members of the Holy See did not participate in the battle at all, but they sacrificed their lives innocently, just to eradicate the roots. The Chinese God of Killing is so terrifying!
"Ye Shashen, why are you doing this?" An old man stood up and shook his head slightly, "They are all innocent."
"In my heart, there are only enemies and friends!"
Ye Qinghuan said coldly.
He has already had a heart as cold as black iron, and only by cutting off the roots can he nip the danger in the bud.
Although Ye Qinghuan is not afraid of these people, his friends, these people in Qingcheng, are easily hurt.
Just like the villain in the TV series, he always kills the whole family, but lets the most important child escape, and then gets revenge and kills him.
Ye Qinghuan considers himself to be a villain, a bad guy, and a big villain, and eradicating the roots is his criterion.
"Destroy it!"
Ye Qinghuan slashed out with his sword, and the huge sword light swept out and hit a church. Immediately, the church began to collapse, and most of the church was destroyed.
Ye Qinghuan soared into the air, and once again slashed out several rays of sword light, slashing at will. The sword light burst into formations, destroying the magnificent churches one after another.
Xiao Ying and Yu Lianxiong also took action, slashing out the Shadow Sword and Frost Sword with astonishing power. Although not as good as Ye Qinghuan, a few sword blows were enough to destroy a church.
Duolun was heartbroken when he saw it. He knew that the Holy See had been completely destroyed. The Pope was dead, all his disciples were dead, and now every church was destroyed.
Completely ceased to exist.
There was a bitter taste in the mouth.
"boom!"
Ye Qinghuan struck out with his sword again. This was a central palace. It was very majestic, covering a vast area of thousands of square meters. It stood tall like a residence of gods.
But under Ye Qinghuan's sword light, a small part of it was cut off, and the roof was blown off.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Three more swords were slashed out, and the fiery red sword light destroyed everything. The central church began to collapse and turned into powder, with rocks flying everywhere.
At this time, a huge statue of God was revealed. It was a four-winged angel with white feathers. It was handsome in appearance. The stone statue was lifelike and very holy and domineering.
"it's over!"
Ye Qinghuan's sword intention bloomed, and a sword beam more than ten meters long, carrying blazing flames, slashed directly towards the stone statue.
"It's over."
Dolan's body trembled.
Everyone also shook their heads, the Holy See was completely gone.
At this moment, the stone statue suddenly emitted a burst of destructive light, and a vague shadow appeared, with four wings flapping, standing proudly in the void, wrapped in a ball of white light, and the figure could not be seen clearly.
"Dare you?"
In the white light, the phantom with four wings made a solemn sound. The white light was so dazzling that it directly swallowed Ye Qinghuan's sword light.
"This, what is this?"
"The stone statue of the Holy See has appeared. Is there really an angel in the world who is the patron saint of the Holy See?"
"How can it be!"
Everyone was immediately shocked, and a group of warriors exclaimed. This scene was really shocking, beyond their imagination.
There are warriors in this world. They are outside the secular world and are already equivalent to the legendary gods. But if there are real gods in this world, these warriors do not believe it.
"The gods have appeared, they are the gods of the Holy See!"
Duolun's body was shocked and he couldn't believe it.
In the white light, that figure looked at everything around him. His gaze was like that of a god, making people lower their heads unconsciously.
There are those with lower cultivation levels who can’t help but want to worship them after their appreciation.
"Who destroyed the Holy See?"
In the white light, a majestic voice sounded again, and then he looked directly at Ye Qinghuan.
"Is it you? A humble mortal."
Everyone's hearts trembled wildly, and the gods appeared. Now, even Ye Shashen couldn't face it.
"Who are you to talk to the instructor like this?"
Yu Lianxiong didn't care about any gods or angels, he looked directly at the white light and was filled with anger.
"Humble mortal, do you know who you are talking to?" In the white light, the majestic voice had a trace of anger.
"No matter who you are, you can't be rude to your master!"
Xiaoying also stood up, his sword glowing.
"Ignorant mortals, do you know that what you are about to bear is the wrath of the gods!"
In the white light, the voice became angry, and the light became more and more brilliant.
Everyone's hearts trembled, and they also felt a burst of emotion: Ye Shashen's two men were indeed loyal, and they dared to be fearless in the face of a peerless god.
Presumably, the elders of the Holy See and the two people behind Ye Qinghuan are undoubtedly much more loyal.
"You are really good at showing off."
Suddenly, a faint voice spoke.
"What did you say?"
"I said, a trash with a trace of Wing Clan blood dares to show off, who gave you the courage?" Ye Qinghuan sneered and taunted directly.
"..."
Everyone was dumbfounded, thinking that Ye Qinghuan was crazy. He dared to say such words in front of a god.
Wing clan?
This is an angel, a statue of the Holy See, a god!
Satellites from various countries have already broadcast this scene live.
When the angels appeared, people all over the world were shocked and couldn't imagine what they were seeing.
After hearing Ye Qinghuan's words, everyone was speechless. They really didn't know how to describe Ye Qinghuan.
No matter how domineering and confident you are, you still dare to be so presumptuous in the face of an angel or a god. No matter how powerful humans are, they cannot be a match for the gods.
"Ignorant mortal, you will receive the most severe punishment and fall into darkness forever. Remember, all this is because of disrespect to the holy angel Homier!"
Bai Guang, who called himself Homier, shouted sharply.
"Idiot. How dare a projection be so arrogant."
Ye Qinghuan had long seen that this was just a projection. This stone statue should not be ordinary. With the help of the power of the stone statue, Homier was able to project a virtual shadow.
In an instant, he took action directly, grabbing the white light with his big hand, and his spiritual power surged.
"Ignorance, let me show you the power of the gods!"
Homier's projection was not afraid and launched an attack at the same time, a soul attack.
He is just a projection and not very powerful. Only by attacking with his soul can he subdue the arrogant young man in front of him.
He knew that in this world, almost no one could control the power of the soul, so they could not launch or resist the soul attack. However, the moment the soul attack was launched, Homier's body was suppressed.