Chapter 1384

Nicholas easily broke the holy man's bright blow. He looked very relaxed and couldn't guess the depth of his strength. The holy man was awe inspiring. If he didn't use his cards, he was really not sure to beat his opponent. He smiled and said, "the Pope has met you once and often mentioned your great achievements. As a younger generation, how can I dare to embarrass you?"

Nicholas nodded, his turbid eyes showed a wise light, and said, "it's good for young people to have self-confidence, but the Pope didn't come to China's heavenly tomb that year, so naturally he didn't know the danger."

The saint said calmly, "where the gods and Demons degenerate, one day, my Holy See's divine soldiers will be flat."

Nicholas sighed, "since you don't listen to my advice, I hope you can go further. The holy see is second only to the Pope. I hope you can go back safely."

With that, Nicholas left with nine unconvinced wise men.

The two Paladins stared at Nicholas and did not relax until they left. In the face of the legendary wise Nicholas, no one can be as calm as the saint. Nicholas's reputation was still hovering in the sky of the Vatican. The holy see once said that Nicholas is one of the strongest in the United States.

The saint sneered and was extremely unconvinced. In his opinion, as long as he was a saint, the Chinese demons would not be captured, because he had not seen the real Chinese masters. He felt that the gods were superior and the light came to the world to purify everything.

"There is a heaven in China. When I come out of the heaven tomb, I'll see it myself."

"They have no right to become heaven. If they don't obey me, they will naturally lead to disaster."

The saint is in high spirits. He doesn't look at anyone. He thinks that China is so big. Just talking about a few people can threaten him, but these people can't appear in the Tianmu. The two Paladins stopped talking.

They have been to China. It is clear that Chinese experts are very powerful.

But looking at the tone of the saint, I obviously don't like others to disobey.

In the next half hour, a large number of experts climbed from the entrances of Mengshan mountain. Their goal was the hazy top of the mountain.

A cloud hung over the.

Like the end of the world.

Yang Ping walked quietly on the mountain road. There were few people around. In addition to the irritable calls of birds in empty mountains and the shaking of mountain streams and waterfalls, he left the original flow track due to the sudden change of climate.

In front of us is a huge waterfall.

Like a dragon standing in a mountain stream, it may rise into the sky at any time. Yang Ping stands on a big Bluestone, enjoying the scenery of Mengshan, and it is as beautiful as simultaneous interpreting. The places where he is located are all places with severe prohibitions in Mengshan. Ordinary people can't go deep.

Along the feeling, Yang Ping saw the waterfall, the bluestone and a vortex.

That once sat on the bluestone for decades, and there were still traces of Dao Yin shackles around it, which impressively appeared in front of us. There was a space vortex, in which a series of terrible space storms overflowed, which were forcibly suppressed. If it overflowed a little, it might destroy this place.

If Zhuge were here, he would be very shocked.

Because the elder was trapped on the big Bluestone for decades and didn't die. After getting rid of the difficulty, he still left an invincible breath. Even the heaven realm was weak and terrible in front of this breath.

Yang Ping felt a breath beyond the realm of heaven and showed surprise.

This should be the first time Yang Ping clearly perceived the breath beyond the realm of heaven, and this breath is very overbearing. It seems that the purpose of its existence is to stop the storm overflow of the space vortex. No matter how severe the dimensional storm is, you will still stay in front of this breath.

Mengshan is really not easy.

When Taoist Zun chose to fight here, there must be a conspiracy, but it was destroyed by Zhu Xi.

There was something in the space vortex, jumping and flickering with the pure power of light. Yang Ping moved in his heart and wanted to grab it. The master's residual energy sensed that someone dared to blaspheme and released a power storm.

Boom!

At that time, with a radius of 100 feet, a series of space sharp blades emerged and shot at Yang Ping.

Even if the great saint is here, it will be crushed by the sharp edge of space. Yang Ping frowned and let the sharp blade hit his body and make a sound of metal impact. A powerful sharp blade can't hurt his body.

He approached step by step.

Just reached out and grabbed the beads that radiated the power of light, and an excited laughter came from behind.

"Pearl of light!"

The saint came here with two paladins, staring at the light pearl in the vortex and gasping: "I didn't expect to find a light pearl before entering the heavenly tomb. In this light pearl, I feel purer than the light power condensed in the Pope."

Two paladins are eager to try.

As a master of the Holy See, I know the use of light pearls. A light pearl can create a saint. The saint absorbs the power of light inside, and his strength will go further and even surpass the Pope.

"Humble subjects, give me the Pearl of light."

The saint's eyes were red and ordered Yang Ping.

Yang Ping ignored it. His palm went deep into the vortex, and the phagocytic power in the vortex began to devour his vitality. If it weren't for the terrorist recovery ability of Jiuyang body, he would now become a human.

Grasping the bright beads, Yang Ping felt the gentle power and sighed in her heart that it was really a good thing.

"Give it to me!"

The holy one looked unhappy and said, "humble subject, if you give me something, I will give you eternal life."

Yang Ping collected the Pearl of light, looked back, looked at the saint indifferently and said, "you can't live forever yourself, and dare to give others eternal life without shame."

"Bold!"

The saint sneered and said in a cold voice, "it seems that the people in the evil land of China are really evil and stubborn. You can't get the favor of the gods. No wonder you are so degenerate. Come on, humble subjects, I let you become the child of God and have a higher status than the humble Chinese."

Yang Ping squinted, revealing a cold light.

A humble subject, the idiot in front of him was high and looked down on the Chinese people. Yang Ping's face sank and said faintly, "are you the child of God?"

The saint showed pride and said, "yes, I am the child of God and the spokesman of God."

"I don't need an idiot like you."

Yang Ping said, turned and walked.

Before entering the heavenly tomb, he didn't want to make too much publicity so as not to cause unnecessary trouble. The top priority was to save Zhu Xi, and everything else was secondary. But the Holy One is not so easy to talk. His face was gloomy. When he first came to Mengshan, he met a disobedient child.

"In that case, on behalf of God, I will come to punish and erase your life."

The Holy One sighed, shook his head and said, "child, you don't know the horror of God or my greatness."

"Ray!"

The Holy One lifted up his scepter and read to the sky, looking pious.

Boom!

Thunder came.

A purple lightning fell from the sky and attacked Yang Ping. This is an extremely powerful blow, a mortal blow of the great saint. The saint is very confident in his attack, as if he saw Yang Ping's tragic death.

Yang Ping looked at the sky thunder indifferently, and his face was calm.

"I dare to call myself a God."

Yang Ping disdained a smile and said, "I'll show you what Tianlei is."

"Holy Spirit, nine heaven God thunder!"

Zizi

There are net cracks in the sky above the head, and there are empty cracks in the depression, as if creatures were drilling out of it.