Chapter 830

Li Xuankong slightly shook his head and said: "no, only the son of God has come. The existence of the trinity of true saints has one advantage. As long as one does not appear, it means it will never die out."

"This fellow is cunning

Jane Qiuling sneered.

"These guys are the most dignified. They talk about saving the world and the people, and they do evil things."

Li Xuankong disdains to say.

The transmission of the two people did not avoid other people. A dozen God level powerful people around suddenly suddenly recalled an event many years ago.

It was more than a hundred years ago when the Empire of Trier swept the world. When the army came to Western Europe, the Trinity saint was born!

The father, the son, the Holy Spirit, the Trinity, becomes the most holy.

But even so, at that time, only the son and the Holy Spirit were still the only two to fight. Even so, the 200000 troops of the tler Empire at that time disappeared mysteriously.

A whole 200000 well-trained army! The company officers and soldiers, even the kitchen chores, from the iron pot to the guns, to the artillery, and so on, disappeared, as if the world evaporated.

After the war, the name of the Trinity Saint spread all over the world. Even the superpowers at that time invited the ancient Maya spacecraft to bombard two guns. Although they hit the son and the Holy Spirit, because of the existence of the father, one of them will not die, and three will not die.

Even the Mayan spaceship had nothing to do with this saint.

After so many years, the son of God appeared again, which surprised all the powerful gods in the world.

"What did the son come for? Don't you want to steal things from Zhen Qin's men? "

Another god level strong man asked casually.

"God knows what the son is here for, but the birth of the son means that this event is comparable to the destruction of the country in Western Europe."

At the same time, more than a dozen God level strong men felt the seriousness of the matter.

On the other side, Qin Lang's palm has fallen down, and he grabs the white arm!

"He's got it, he's got it!"

Several God level strong people all exclaimed. This is the first time they have seen the son being captured. This sense is so shocking that it is like a person grabbing a ball of light.

The light is so dazzling that people can't bear to look directly at the light, stabbing Qin Lang's eyes.

At the same time, the four golden elixirs belonging to Ye Nantian were shrinking rapidly and seemed to have been absorbed nutrients.

"It's a pure light element, but do you think I'll care about your light?"

"Play tricks, get out of here!"

Qin Lang burst out a drink, grabbed the arm hard pull, directly pulled out a large group of flashing dazzling light body.

"The cardinal

Li Xuankong saw the old body pulled out and said in dismay.

"The son is attached to the cardinal

Jane Qiuling sneered: "originally the son also likes to play the spirit control this set, also don't know this red robe's body bone can carry."

Li Xuankong wryly laughed and shook his head: "the son of God is afraid that his calculation is wrong this time. I'm afraid that I can deal with him with the strength he shows at present. Besides, immortal Qin, we can watch the opera."

"Brother Li, your vision is always better than mine. Should we prepare to prevent other gods from taking advantage of the chaos?"

Jian Qiu Ling looked around for a week and said with great worry.

"No matter what, I have immortal Qin in China, and I can be a hero for a hundred years."

Li Xuankong laughs, a pair of chest has become foot appearance.

At this time, Qin Lang looked at the Archbishop who was wearing a red robe in front of him and had a piercing white look in his eyes. He said with a smile: "you dare to run out in a full skin. Do you really think you are a saint?"

"I am the young son of God, akzi."

The Archbishop's eyes seemed to be able to speak. Although he did not speak, his voice had already reached everyone's ears.

"What a name! Your father doesn't even have a name? "

Qin Lang sneered, raised his hand and hit the Archbishop's forehead.

"Divinity, Holy Grail."

The Archbishop suddenly raised his head, and a golden goblet suddenly appeared on his forehead. The goblet glittered and went directly to Qin Lang's fist.

The holy cup is a cup of one's own blood that a priest used to drink when he was suffering, and let his disciples drink it, thus shaping 13 disciples.

It can be said that the power of the Holy Grail is very strong, it can nurture the master!

"Boom..."

Qin Lang's casual punch made the Holy Grail vibrate for a moment, and it held up.

The body of the Archbishop of the red robe was slightly shaken by Qin Lang's fist, and a dull hum sounded. Although Qin Lang did not use much power in this blow, the saint son could hold on, which also proved his strength."Why? It's a sacred vessel

Qin Lang squinted at the Holy Grail, raised his hand and grabbed it!

"What are you going to do?"

The son's voice was a little alarmed. He looked up and pulled back. Suddenly, a long sword with golden light appeared in his hand and lifted it up from below.

"Holy Cross sword, God's punishment!"

The sword of the son is shining with holy light, as if even the sky can be lifted.

"Well? Another sacristy! How rich you are

Qin Lang has a strange look in his eyes. Huntian stick suddenly appears and blocks the lightsaber.

"Boom..."

When the two sacred objects collided together, the energy generated by the impact vibrated. The whole sea surface sank by tens of meters. More than a dozen God level powerful men retreated and floated far away. Even Li Xuankong was hunting with clothes and could not help but step back four or five steps.

Qin Lang was also hit by the earthquake and retreated a step. His eyes flashed with excitement: "good, good to come! Come again

Although he didn't retreat, he was under more pressure than Qin lang. just after the son had exhausted all his strength, Qin Lang was alive and bustling and clamoring to come again. At this time, the son found himself belittling the enemy.

But if he wants to leave again, it seems impossible. Qin Lang holds his stick high, and he is excited by another swing.

Looking at the big black stick, the son can only helplessly lift the sword again, and Qin Lang hard knock together.

"Boom..."

It's another big shock.

This time, Qin Lang flew several meters away, his face flushed.

"Immortal Qin!"

Both Li Xuankong and Jian Qiuling were surprised. This was the first time they saw Qin Lang repulsed against the enemy.

"Qin..."

Purple pottery fairy saw Qin Lang was beaten to fly, but also anxiously called out.

"Ha ha ha, it's OK. Come again!"

Qin Lang was so excited that he came back again waving the huntian stick.

The son on the other side didn't even have time to raise his sword, but he spat out a mouthful of purple blood.

In the hands of the holy sword, the blood was sprayed.

"Bang..."

The heavy impact, the son and his sword into the deep sea.

"Go, is this still human? This guy is absolutely a kille