Kunlun and the West have a feud. The invasion of the West a hundred years ago destroyed many powerful people in Kunlun.
Haotian will never forget this.
Especially the old guy in front of him, who killed countless geniuses in Kunlun and was the culprit who made Kunlun silent for hundreds of years.
The two met now, and it involved the death of two emperors and six heavenly beings, so they started fighting directly.
Haotian's white brocade clothes moved automatically without wind, and the shocking real energy fluctuations condensed in his palms.
"kill!"
One word, with unparalleled power, the terrifying sound wave shattered everything in front of the old pope.
The old pope's eyes narrowed, and his body did not move at all, but a barrier was formed in front of him.
The barrier is strong and nothing can break it.
"Haotian, I have no intention of fighting with you. I just came here to investigate the death of a paladin and six guardians of the Holy See."
Haotian didn't listen.
The magic seal condensed in his palm, and with one strike, the sky collapsed, and the entire earth became a deep ravine.
"Then why did they come here."
The old pope's barrier was shattered. He gently raised his hand and quickly carved a five-pointed star array in the sky, blocking Haotian's attack.
"I want to go to your country of China to arrest someone and bring him back to the West for trial!"
The old pope's voice was old, his cloudy eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, and his whole person exuded the aura of twilight.
But his cultivation is so powerful that it is unimaginable.
The cultivators of the Heavenly Saint Realm who died in his hands a hundred years ago are more than can be counted in one hand.
"Judgment? Come to my Kunlun territory to arrest people? Your Western Holy See's claws are too long."
Haotian was furious, his eyes filled with terrifying murderous intent.
"The art of resolving calamity!"
This is a technique that was used when facing a catastrophe. It is extremely powerful and can resist the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. Among all the ancient forbidden techniques in Kunlun, this technique ranks among the top five.
The old pope's expression changed when he saw this scene.
"Since you want to fight, let me see how much you have improved in the past hundred years."
As he spoke, he quickly recited the incantation.
"The flames of holy light, burn all the sins in the world!"
This is the ultimate forbidden curse after the Holy See, and its power can destroy a city.
The two fought without sparing any strength, and the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the mountains and rivers were shattered. The two of them were even more powerful than the old pope.
Only Kunlun Xuanqing can truly compete with his cultivation.
However, this does not mean that Haotian is weak.
The old pope really wanted to kill Haotian, so he had no other choice but to die together.
In addition, this country of China was Kunlun's territory. The old pope was timid and was constantly suppressed and beaten by Haotian, which made him very angry.
And the death of a paladin and the six guardians of the Holy See died so mysteriously. If they go back in despair, how can the majesty of the Western Holy See exist?
Haotian is also defending the majesty of Kunlun.
People from the Western Holy See rashly broke into China without permission and killed a powerful emperor in Kunlun, not to mention the losses. This was equivalent to throwing the majesty of Kunlun to the ground and trampling on it.
As one of the strongest men in Kunlun, he must seek an explanation for this.
After the shocking battle, both of them were seriously injured. Although it was not fatal, blood was spread across the sky.
"Haotian, are you going to die here with me?"
The old pope roared angrily, the priest's robe on his body was torn, and bleeding continued in some places.
"Now that you have stepped into this land, do you still want to leave alive?"
Haotian coughed up a mouthful of blood. Although he was injured, he still stood upright.
"In that case, I will teach you a severe lesson today."
When the old Pope said this, there was a turmoil in the void, and then a majestic voice filled with sword intent came over.
"Who do you want to teach a lesson to?"
The old pope's eyes narrowed and he looked at the broken place in the void.
I saw an old man walking towards the sky with a long sword on his back.
"Are you Jian Chen who has entered the Heavenly Saint Realm for the first time in Kunlun's past hundred years?"
Old Jian Chen's whole body is always condensed with sword energy.
At this moment, the sword energy floated under his feet, and his figure slowly landed on the ground.
"The Pope of the West, haha, you came to my Kunlun territory with no intention of leaving alive."
"Can you two keep me here?"
The tone on the Pope's face was calm, and there was no trace of panic at all.
However, at this moment, another old voice came.
"Then add me!"
An old man in linen clothes came riding a green bull. He didn't emit any waves, just like an ordinary old man.
But after the Pope saw him, his face became extremely ugly.
"Xuan Qing!"
This time, all three of Kunlun's strongest men were dispatched.
The cold sweat on the Pope's forehead suddenly flowed down. This kind of battle can indeed keep him without any suspense.
He began to retreat slowly, but three people surrounded him from three directions.
"Xuan Qing, you really want to start a complete war with me in the west!"
The Pope's eyes were cold and he was roaring.
"If there is really going to be a war, I, the Lost World of the West, will never stand idly by. It will not be difficult to destroy you, Kunlun, by then."
"Then try it!"
Xuan Qing always had an old smile on his face, like a kind grandfather next door.
But the Pope knew how ruthless this old man was. The Western world was frightened when he killed them. Some people were so frightened that they peed their pants when they heard the name Xuan Qing.
The Pope has no doubt that if he continues to fight hard, the other party will definitely keep him.
He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice suppressing his anger: "How on earth are you willing to let me go?"
Xuan Qing got off the Qingniu, his rickety back slightly straightened, and his eyes slightly cold.
"My Kunlun Emperor Realm expert died here, and I need your explanation."
One sentence made the pope angry.
"I, a member of the Holy See, died here, a paladin, and six guardians. Didn't you, Kunlun, give me an explanation?"
"You are here to die!"
Haotian took a step forward and spoke forcefully.
"you……"
The Pope originally wanted to be angry, but when he saw Jian Chen taking a step towards him and locking him with sword energy, he immediately gritted his teeth and swallowed his breath.
He stared at Xuan Qing and said angrily: "Then what should I do to give you an explanation?"
"Simple!"
Xuan Qing chuckled, but there was a cold light in his eyes.
"Leave one arm to pay homage to my dead emperor-level warrior in Kunlun."
"What? You want my arm? No way!"
The pope had a look of shocking anger on his face.
"I am the Pope of the West, the one above all others, the person appointed by Heavenly Father. You want me to cut off an arm and give you an explanation. You are dreaming."
After Xuan Qing heard this, his whole body suddenly emitted terrifying fluctuations.
He snorted coldly, and his rickety body instantly straightened up, and his weather-beaten face was filled with powerful momentum.
Even the heaven and earth changed color under this powerful momentum.
The old man's aged voice faintly reached the Pope's ears.
"I haven't made a move for a hundred years. Do you want to test whether my cultivation level is still there?"
After the Pope felt Xuan Qing's aura, his face changed wildly and he kept retreating.
I haven’t seen him for a hundred years. Isn’t this old guy cultivating his health? In order not to regress, his realm has made a lot of progress.
Xuan Qing's level of cultivation seems to have surpassed him now.
This made the old pope suddenly shed cold sweat on his forehead.
If the other three people really took action, he would be 100% sure to die here.
Therefore, seeing that Xuan Qing had begun to condense all the true energy around him, he quickly said in fear: "Stop, I admit defeat! I will explain to you!"
As he spoke, he reached out with his palm and suddenly cut off one of his arms.
Cold sweat broke out on the Pope's forehead, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Can I leave now?"
Xuan Qing clasped his hands behind his back and stooped down, looking like an old man again.
"Can!"
Say these two words, and the Pope will grant you a general pardon.
But just as he was about to leave, Haotian stopped him, and the coldness in his eyes did not lessen even a little bit.
"what are you up to?"
The Pope's face darkened.
"Haotian, let him go!"
Xuan Qing's voice came, and Haotian looked at Xuan Qing with some reluctance and said: "Now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As long as we kill him, the West will inevitably be disrupted. By then..."
"I said, let him go!"
Xuan Qing said another word, and Haotian could only give in even if he was unwilling to do so. (To be continued)
