The souls of the twelve Knights of the Round Table formed the guard of Sophia Cathedral, lined up in a row, with overwhelming arrogance.
Countless priests waited in silence. Many believers who had previously been full of confidence in the power hidden in the church no longer had the same momentum as before. They all looked at Qin Lang and Fairy Zichen anxiously.
These two men and women with obviously oriental faces are actually so tough. The bishop and archbishop, who are like gods in their minds, are so vulnerable. This completely overturns the memories and beliefs that have been passed down for hundreds of years in everyone's hearts.
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By this time, many priests in Sophia Cathedral were already very worried about the Twelve Knights of the Round Table.
"Can they stop this demon?"
"My Lord, the devil has resurrected, the Lord of God has not yet appeared, and the Lord's spokesperson has died. Lord of God, have you seen this tragic scene."
"Sin has come to our church, why should we be punished like this?"
The priests lowered their heads silently and looked at the ground under their feet, looking forward to the Lord's salvation and placing their hope in the Knights of the Round Table who could stop Qin Lang's footsteps.
"Hahaha, you still want to stop me? I will save you all today!"
Qin Lang raised his hand, and a sky-burning purple fire suddenly ignited.
The Burning Sky Fire specializes in burning the soul. Even a god-level warrior with a physical body cannot withstand the burning of the Burning Sky Fire, let alone these twelve soul knights who have no physical body to cover them.
"Knight, charge!"
The leading knights of the Round Table raised the round spears in their hands and rushed towards the purple fire in front of them without fear of death. They thought they were wearing armor and could stamp out the purple fire, but they didn't want to drop their heavy boots and fall in the purple flames.
It melted instantly!
"ah……"
The leading silver-armored knight let out a sharp scream, and his mental power instantly condensed into reality, like a big net, covering Qin Lang overwhelmingly.
"Huh?"
Qin Lang was surprised: "There is actually one left! Your mental strength is really good!"
That's right, eleven of the twelve Knights of the Round Table, except for the leader of the Silver Armor Knight, were directly burned by the Burning Sky Purple Fire, and only the leader of the Round Table Knight remained.
The spiritual power of the Knights of the Round Table headed by them has been extremely condensed, and has almost surpassed the realm of ghosts and gods.
"But so what? Kill it for me!"
Qin Lang's spiritual consciousness condensed into a long sword, which instantly split the surrounding spiritual network.
"Can you catch this ghost?"
Fairy Zichen suddenly spoke.
As soon as she opened her mouth, Zichen Fairy felt a little regretful. Then she remembered that it seemed that she and Qin Lang had met for the first time. How could they be so familiar with each other to the point of asking for things from others after such a short period of time?
"You want it?"
Qin Lang was stunned when he heard Fairy Zichen's words. The long sword in his hand tilted slightly and fell from the side of the silver armor knight. It barely brushed the silver armor knight's cloak and almost chopped the silver armor knight alive with one sword strike.
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"I, I have a sacred weapon, but it has no weapon spirit!"
Fairy Zichen lowered her head and said something embarrassed.
"Hahaha, as long as you open your mouth, I will pick off the sun and play it as a ball for you. A mere ghost is nothing!"
Qin Lang smiled wantonly, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the silver armored knight directly.
"you……"
Fairy Zichen hesitated to speak. Seeing Qin Lang reaching out to catch the silver-armored knight with his bare hands, she felt a little regretful. What if she didn't catch it and was injured again? Fairy Zichen didn't even know why she cared so much about Qin Lang, but
This concern is real.
At the moment when Fairy Zichen was in a trance, a container made of divine consciousness appeared in Qin Lang's palm, which directly absorbed the silver-armored knight into it and turned it into a soul light ball, rising and falling in Qin Lang's palm.
Ups and downs.
"Give it to you!"
Qin Lang opened the palm of his hand, and in the golden layer of spiritual consciousness, a pure silver knight's soul was floating up and down.
"This is? The Soul Ball? You actually have such an ability to condense the soul. That is the secret technique of some high-level sects. Could it be that you are from a high-level sect?"
Fairy Zichen looked at Qin Lang with a hint of curiosity.
The Soul Ball is a method that Qin Lang learned in his previous life to condense the soul of a cultivator.
This method is not a clever one. Even cultivators at the Golden Core stage can practice it. However, it is a treasure of many famous sects and can only be used by disciples of high-level sects.
"What does a superior sect mean? Our future is to create a superior sect!"
Qin Lang looked at Fairy Zichen with a smile.
At this time, Fairy Zichen was still in a state of ignorance, but Qin Lang knew that in the previous life, Fairy Zichen took him everywhere to find teachers. Those famous sects were all extremely arrogant, pretentious, and made things difficult for the two of them.
At that time, Qin Lang was just a little person in the foundation-building stage, and Fairy Zichen was only in the realm of Yuanying real person.
Fairy Zichen traveled the universe alone. Not only did she reach the level of the Samsara Immortal, she also created a super sect spread over dozens of planets in distant galaxies.
Of course, in this life, Qin Lang will not only not stop what Zichen Fairy does, but will also establish a sect on the earth. He wants the Zichen Sect created in the previous life to take root on the earth and spread throughout the galaxy.
Seeing Fairy Zichen taking the soul ball in surprise, Qin Lang raised his hand with a smile and gently stroked Fairy Zichen's long hair.
Fairy Zichen noticed Qin Lang's movements, her pretty face turned red, and she lowered her head shyly.
"Hahaha, let's go in and find out the guy who dares to hurt you!"
Qin Lang walked towards the church, and Fairy Zichen quickly followed.
As a cultivator, vendettas are commonplace. Fairy Zichen is also a strong Jindan practitioner who has been practicing for decades. She has seen countless such things. In the cruel world of cultivation, cultivators all act wantonly and do whatever they want.
, Fairy Zichen is naturally used to such a life.
The two of them walked into the church and saw, in addition to dozens of rows of silver chairs, a priest's desk.
Behind the priest's desk is a cross more than ten meters high. On the cross is a statue of the victim.
Qin Lang didn't even look at the cross. He looked directly through the cross and into the pure white light behind the statue.
There seemed to be a piece of molten glass in front of the pure white light. There was a golden frame around the glass. The golden frame looked extremely sacred, with traces of blood mixed in it.
"Is this the so-called Holy Ark? I didn't realize it. You are really rich. You have so many sacred objects, including a sacred coffin. I'm very curious as to what is hidden in it, besides the Holy Son.
, besides the Holy Spirit, could there be a corpse?"
Qin Lang sneered, as if talking to himself or talking to someone.
"Qin Changkong, you can insult me, but you can't insult my father!"
An angry voice trembled and floated out from the white light. This voice was childish, angry, and a little unwilling and helpless.
"Oh? Insulting your father? Haha, it seems that the corpse inside is the so-called Holy Father. Your so-called Trinity, one immortal and the other will never die, is just a lie to frighten the world.
,Right?"
Qin Lang said with a smile.
"Asshole, the gods are immortal, and the Lord of God is also immortal. If you insult the Lord of God again, I will punish you!"
The voice of the Holy Son shouted in embarrassment.
"Oh? If you were really capable, you wouldn't have been beaten by me and ran back here like a lost dog. If you were really capable, wouldn't you have killed me on the Pacific Ocean? You could have let me chase you here and bully you.
On his neck?”
Qin Lang wantonly provoked the Holy Son: "Your real secret is not that the Trinity can be resurrected, but this Holy Ark! Without this Holy Ark, I wonder if you can live forever!"
"Qin Changkong, if you leave like this, we will never touch the river again. I can also give you one of the Bright Pills of my Guangming Clan. If you continue to be aggressive, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
The voice of the Holy Son in the Holy Ark was quite angry, but he already showed his weakness.
"A bright elixir? It's just a pet with wings. If I want it, I can just capture you and run away!"
A flash of light flashed in Qin Lang's eyes, and the ice stick appeared in his hand. He stepped on the ground, and the thick ground suddenly shattered into countless pieces. Qin Lang's body flew up with the help of the force, and the stick in his hand hit the yellow dragon and poked the saint in the air.