Chapter 212: saint

At the same time as the premonition appeared, Gu Qingshan immediately became alert.
A powerful practitioner has a sense of spirituality in the midst of meditation. If something is suddenly felt, it must be a glimpse or a sense of the gap of fate, which will generally be fulfilled later.
In general, premonitions rarely occur.
Coincidentally, this time Gu Qingshan and the Pope had a hunch at the same time.
Gu Qingshan made a slight discretion and suddenly said: "After we enter, when the banquet ends and the dance begins, you will immediately withdraw and return to the embassy."
Several people looked at him inexplicably.
The ambassador said: "Is it dangerous?"
"Not necessarily, but you'd better go back to China first."
Gu Qingshan: "The goddess of justice."
"I'm here."
"The plan has changed. I ask you to arrange a fast shuttle at the embassy. When the ambassador arrives, they will be sent."
"Coming soon."
Gu Qingshan looked at the ambassador and said, "Sorry, please move faster soon."
The ambassador nodded thoughtfully.
This agent can actually talk directly to the goddess of justice. Presumably this mission is very important. His personal authority has been raised by the justice goddess a large margin.
The ambassador said: "You have to take care. If the situation is too difficult, don't be reluctant. In the future, I will return to the Freedom Federation. I will testify for you."
Gu Qingshan accidentally looked at him and smiled. "Good."
At this time, the speed of the car slowed down because the other vehicles in front slowed down.
What happened in front of you?
Gu Qingshan released his thoughts and continued to extend outwards, and he continued to the pass level.
The layered saints are surrounded by an open space.
A tall white robe monk stood on the field and looked at a few tightly tied professionals.
He has seen several professional people one by one, and this said: "You have two choices now. One is to immediately put in the cell, waiting to bear all kinds of punishments; the other is to learn from me."
He suddenly showed a decent and gentle smile and whispered: "If you win me, I will order you."
"What are you talking about?" the professional asked hesitantly.
"The saints never lie, you should know this."
Although there is a smile and a gentle tone, the saints look at their eyes indifferently, as if they are watching the living things in the cages of the slaughterhouse.
A few professional people, look at me, I look at you, can not help but heart.
"Then we will learn from you."
"Good, loose."
"You are ready, you can go."
Five or six professional players were slightly active, and each other tactically coordinated gestures launched a fierce and crazy attack.
The white robe saint stood in the same place, holding his arms and letting all kinds of attacks fall on his body.
His robes have long been smashed into pieces, and they can only be naked, and they are subjected to various attacks such as frost flames, swords, and guns.
After the interest rate.
"Dead!"
"Give me death!"
"Why not die yet??"
Among the sieges, someone has already brought a cry.
Because the body of the white robe is not even a trace of scars.
In the layer of attack, it is the fact that several professional people are inexplicably seriously injured, one after another.
The white robe saints looked at the severely wounded on the ground, and despite their own attacks, they walked up a few steps, one foot and one cut off the neck of the seriously wounded.
His eyes twitched softly, and he looked at his body and lost his life, just like watching his masterpiece.
He nodded with satisfaction.
"Monsters, monsters!"
A professional who is still alive almost collapses.
The white robe saint looked at him and said, "Carrying a knife to me is the embarrassment of the gods in the world. You need to use death to make atonement."
There is a deep viciousness in the cold tone, and at his feet there is a pattern that constantly emits holy light.
Gu Qingshan’s thoughts were swept away, and he immediately recognized the meaning of this pattern.
This is the mysterious selection of the sacred religion, the atonement.
In the face of the heavenly skill "Atonement", any attacker will be rewarded with 200% damage.
The saints who have "atonement" will not be harmed.
The teachings of the sacred religion have always been cruel and inhuman, but all professionals have to admit that the sacred teachings are powerful and perverted.
Historically, the Faith has been attached to the Holy Family.
The Holy Family provides the awakening potion for the seed of the Faith, while the Holy Church guards the royal family and is responsible for the protection of the Holy State.
Until today, the royal family was killed by the Holy Spirit, leaving only Anna.
A burly big man clutched a long-handed battle axe, and his body blew a layer of power to the saints.
"Dagger!"
The big man screamed and the battle axe with the sound of whistling, and the death was cut off against the saints.
In the face of such fierce attacks, the saints still hold their arms, and they are too lazy to block them.
"Axe? Garbage weapons," he said disdainfully.
Just listening to the muffled sound of "嘭", the sharp tomahawk slashed on him, making a dull sound - like something hitting a thick rubber.
The white robe saint stood in the air without a word.
He only blocked the opponent's full attack with his flesh and blood.
This is simply incredible.
"impossible!"
Dahan shouted and squirted a blood.
The white robe saint extended a big fan-like hand and grabbed the neck of the big man.
"It's not as good as scratching, you make me very disappointed."
He said faintly, his hand slammed hard.
Just listening to the "squeaky" sound, the bald head of the man's neck presents a strange angle.
The bald head had no time to live.
"The end of the discussion."
The white robe saints threw their bodies on the ground, which was quite boring.
Several holy sects hurriedly carried a large bath tub and walked over to him.
One person fell to the ground, the second man bowed his back, and the third person was half-squatting.
They set up a humanoid step.
The white robe saint stepped on from the three, leaving only a few footprints.
The saint enters the tub.
A few minutes later, the saints reappeared in front of the crowd in a new, painstaking white robe.
"Adult, will you bring this still alive back to the trial?" asked a saint officer.
There is still a seriously injured professional on the ground. He is like a dying fish, still screaming and breathing hard.
"No, it’s just a scum, it’s shot on the spot." He said coldly.
"Yes!"
A few random gunshots sounded.
The saints faintly said: "Don't relax your vigilance and continue to rule out suspicious people."
"To ensure the smooth progress of today's dinner."
"Yes, adults!"
Gu Qingshan took back the thoughts of God and meditated silently.
One of the seven saints of the sacred religion, redeemed and afflicted, Ivan.
This is a cruel and dangerous person who likes to kill in the name of learning.
The current strength of Ivan is equivalent to the early monk of Jindan. Fortunately, he will not cultivate spiritual power. Otherwise, his strength can be equal to Yuan Ying!
In the entire Faith, in addition to the Pope, several saints are the highest fighting power.
This time, Gu Qingshan came to the Holy Land. In fact, the only concern is the Pope and the saints.
Gu Qingshan squeezed a piece of interest.
In the next second, the faint aura of his body was completely converged.
From the outside, I can't see his depth.
Soon, the embassy’s car slowly stopped.
The ambassador opened the door and walked out to see the situation ahead.
I saw that there were more than a dozen cars participating in the banquet parked on the road outside.