Chapter 1000: The Holy Spirit comes, the Holy See is strong

This person is only 27 or 8 years old with a raised frontal bone, spots on his face, thin beards, glowing eyes, thick and thick eyebrows, eyebrows hanging upright, noses large, and nostrils up The ears are very long, almost hanging down to the shoulders, the mouth is large and wide, and the chin is more prominent than the forehead.
Its appearance makes people feel shy, majestic, fierce, cold, and mean.
This man is a descendant of the Zhu family of the famous royal family, Zhu Xiaochen.
After the Ming Dynasty's death, children of all generations of the Zhu family will go to Huangjue Temple as ordinary students.
In fact, Huangjue Temple is not a legendary small temple at all, but a hidden ancestral gate. Zhu Yuanzhang was also a monk there.
Act low-key, but strong, pass on fire.
Zhu Xiaochen is now impressed by the immortal realm, and his momentum is only inferior to that of Su Su, who is overwhelming Jin Zixuan and Wu Yao Niang.
If born to show strength, you can compete with the Patriarch, and it will surely shock the world.
"Zhu Xiaochen, what's the point of Jiang Taichu's bland words!"
The Wu Yao Niang was full of anger and asked:
"What if the Huaxialong Formation and Tianqing Sect can't support it? By that time, the Holy See or Brahmin will become the first unity, let us Chinese believe in them?"
"But Jiang Taichu has offended people in the astral world! Do you think he has any other way of life? Sooner or later, he will die!"
A bit of fear flashed on the face of Prince Li Guangzhe of the Li Family, and said coldly:
"And our ancestors were all helped by the dimension world, and they are their agents! We should deal with Jiang Taichu's war!"
"Don't make a noise!"
Su Su was so annoyed that she waved her hands and yelled loudly:
"Let's take a look first. Ye Tianren, if they can support it, then we don't have to worry about it! Go home and eat mutton and simmer! Gosh, everyone played for a few days and nights, starved to death!"
As soon as this word came out, the audience was dead.
Everyone was afraid to say a word, and looked silently into the battlefield.
The situation is even worse! Tian Qingzong and Hua Xia Long formed a deep siege and became more passive!
On the banks of the Lancang River, the war broke out, and the strong on both sides fell like rain!
The bishops of the Holy See, the abbey chief, and the Crusaders all walked in the air, wielding their weapons and devouring the Holy Light. They lived on Huo Qingtian, Wei Feilong, Zhao Yuankun, Huang Linger, and Tang Linglong Shen Mange.
The priests, protectors, elders, and ascetic masters of the Brahmin manifested divine power, and slaughtered in one place with the dragons and the strong Chinese warriors.
They were all powerful, and the 3,000 Chinese who surrounded less than one hundred gradually gained the upper hand, but they bypassed Ye Tianren.
Ye Tianren turned his head.
I saw St. Roland and the Little Master of Suffering, one holding a scepter and cross, the other holding a scepter and holding a bowl in hand, approaching.
"My lord, you are obsessed, and I can only offend!"
The miserable little master, like King Kong, glared, and yelled coldly.
He no longer called his younger brother, stating that he would sever the friendship that had been proven in the past, and that he would open the killing ring.
"Falcon, kill me!"
Ye Tianren stopped drinking and the tiger's body shook.
Suddenly, the sword gas was thousands of meters high, ten miles away, the sun and the moon were dark, the clouds changed color, and the lightning flashed.
Behind the broken iron sword lamented and lamented, jumping out of the sheath and turning into a bright green light about 100 meters long, spanning a distance of thousands of meters, like Qinghong through the sun, chopped towards the two.
St. Roland stepped on the holy light and volleyed. He waved the cross in his hand, and slammed it, and repelled the flying sword, chirping:
"His celestial body, it is truly amazing. It is almost as legendary as the immortal in Chinese ancient times! Unfortunately, the road to the sky is broken, and you are not a hidden royal family. You have no chance to visit your fairy tale! Nor can you be a real heavenly man and fairy! Better believe in our Holy See and have the opportunity to ascend to heaven! "
"You dream!"
Ye Tianren broke out again with a sword, and St. Roland retreated.
"Obviously obsessed!"
"Old and incompetent. I practiced thirteen holy arts, but in the last one, I only practiced half of them! Now, I will use this residual holy art to teach your Huaxia Kendo!"
With a wave of the cross of St. Roland, the power of the Holy Light surging into a cross lightsaber, killing Ye Tianren.
auzw.com The Suffering Guru flew up in the hands of the Master of Suffering, and lay down, a piece of golden light spurted out. In the golden light, there were heavenly gods.
At the top are the Great Brahma, Shiva, and Vishnu. There are various gods below, all of which are condensed by Brahman power, bright in light, and magnificent in weather.
The Suffering Little Master sneered sneerly: "Master Gaya has taught me three-phase magic skills, but nowadays, I am old today, I will come to teach you the celestial sword of the heavenly man and see if you kill the celestial god!"
Little Master of Suffering and St. Roland, the First Cardinal Bishop, are all brilliant figures in the Middle Ages. They are leaders, only one step away from the saints and heavens.
If it weren't for the dimensional world behind them, they were ordered to monitor the earth, I'm afraid they have already become immortals.
Although Ye Tianren is a less advanced generation, he has great opportunities. Both Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are common. He once walked around the world of Kunlun Zong, visited the Brahmin, the Holy See, and the Buddhism School. He created the Yanhuang Iron Brigade and killed in battle. He entered Hongmeng again, realized the sword-cutting method, and finally got Jiang Tiandian.
At this time, he, martial arts, magic skills, self-cultivation, and all kinds of methods are all versed in the world, and he is one of the most powerful men on this planet!
The three men fought each other, and they suddenly played in the dark, the sky shattered, and the flying stones broke the mountain.
The blue sword light stretches across ten miles, the holy light permeates the mountains and mountains, and Brahma seems to be breaking through nine days and ten places.
Earlier, with the strength of Saint Roland and the Little Master of Suffering, even only one person, dealing with Ye Tianren was completely crushed, not to mention joining forces.
But at this time, the two teamed up, and they didn't even take advantage.
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Jianguang is vertical and horizontal, Rizhao has thousands of waves in the East China Sea, and the sword awns overlap, such as the raging waves sweeping across the 100 meters, crushing the past, crushing the Brahma, Shiva, and Vishnu into pieces, breaking the golden light, hit Suffering Little Master.
Huh!
With a wave of St. Roland's scepter, many shields were condensed to resist it. At the same time, the holy light on the soles of the feet was diffused and thin, and his body flew a few hundred meters away.
Suffering little master sprayed blood on his mouth, his clothes shattered, and he flew out, his face was full of shock. I couldn't believe it:
"Ye Tianren, you have only been in retreat for twenty years. How did you become so powerful? Have you reached the level of heaven?"
"It's too scary!"
St. Roland also looked dazed, as if he had known Ye Tianren for the first time.
More than 20 years ago, before Ye Tianren closed his doors, he also visited the Holy See once to exchange holy arts and Taoism. It was Saint Roland who was in charge of the reception.
At that time, St. Roland boasted that he had the power to suppress Ye Tianren, but at this moment, he had no confidence at all.
"I'm ascending this time, not because of retreat, but because of Master's guidance!"
"Two, surrender your weapons, you are not the opponents of Tian Qingzong and Huaxia Qunxiong at all!"
Ye Tianren was holding a broken iron sword, and his eyebrows stood up. There was a kind of sternness and a strict attitude.
"St. Roland, slay Ye Tianren, and leave it to you!"
The Suffering Little Master sneered and turned and attacked the remaining Chinese heroes.
Suddenly, the Chinese group who had been deeply trapped by the enemy group and struggling to support the pressure multiplied!
"God loves the world, and today I call for the true gods and spirits, please Holy Son, Adam, come to me and glorify my life!"
St. Roland's face was blank, holding a cross that had been turned into a lightsaber and praying prayerfully.
Suddenly, the holy light was permeated, the magical rhythm of Jianguang, holy and brilliant, did not seem to belong to this world at all.
He yelled frowningly:
"Beast blasphemer, worship at the feet of the gods and repent!"
Suddenly, from the depths of the sky, a vast, sacred, and majestic breath turned into a pillar of holy light that penetrated the heavens and the earth.
St. Roland, a strange change has taken place!
Terrible change!
"Fuck him, he's asking God!"
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Su Su eyes stared at Saint Roland like a cold electricity, suddenly shocked, shouting like a quarrel.
"Please God? The art of God fight? Does the Holy See really have God?"
"His! Really!"
The crowd stared at each other, suddenly panicked, startled, and took a breath of air.