The words of the two great masters of Jindan sounded in Bai Luoyun's ears, but made her face pale.

She did intend to provoke and make the Pope intentionally think that Wu Tian was the one they were with, but she didn't know anything about the Pope.

The Pope sneered, glanced at Luoyun sarcastically, and said indifferently: "Little girl, you are indeed smart, but if they really come with you, why should I find me?"

With a sneer, the Pope saw the white light all over his body, and a powerful spiritual power emitted, and his aura was above everyone present. He waved his scepter and a huge white light enveloped him.

"In the middle stage of the Golden Pill, use treasures to upgrade to the advanced level of the Golden Pill. This pope has a great foundation." Above the sky, Jiang Daoli looked down at the battlefield below, and his heart was extremely calm.

Wu Tian and the old monk are both in the early stage of the Golden Pill. The old monk has a higher level of cultivation, which is the peak of the early stage of the Golden Pill. However, if the two Golden Pills face the Pope in the early stage, let alone the chance of winning, it would be good if they could escape.

The old monk shouted in a deep voice, and a golden ball of light floated up, the Buddha's voice sang Sanskrit, and the huge Buddha's voice resounded throughout the night sky, and his aura also surged from the early stage of the Golden Pill to the middle stage of the Golden Pill.

Relics!

The sacred and peaceful aura at this moment changed into a huge and sharp aura. The Vajra's eyes were angrily, and the Arhat subdued demons. The old monk formed seals with both hands, and a Vajra phantom rushed out, holding the demon-subdued pestle in his hand, and hit the Pope with his head.

Wu Tian held the sword in both hands, and in an instant, the human and swords were integrated, and the strongest attack was burst out. The human and swords were integrated, and their power reached the middle stage of the Golden Pill.

However, the gap between the middle stage of the Golden Pill and the high-level level is as big.

Under the white light, the shadow of the Vajra disintegrated, and Wu Tian, ​​who was united with human and sword, was directly beaten out of that state, staggering with a gloomy face.

"Light, judge evil!"

With a low chant, the light of the scepter shone brightly, and two judging swords slashed down, with great pressure, and a powerful momentum swept through, and the surrounding plants and trees broke and turned into powder.

The old monk looked solemn, his hands kept making seals. In an instant, a lotus appeared, and a dazzling golden light burst out from the relics above his head: "Lotus Seal."

"One sword!" The sword of judgment came, Wu Tian looked cold and roared, and the sword that was urging to the extreme was slashed down with a loud bang.

Boom

The Sword of Judgment collided with the Lotus Seal, and a powerful wave of air hit the four sides, destroying plants and trees within a radius of 100 meters. The warriors fighting on the side could not bear this wave of attack and vomited blood.

Only Frande and the old man Jindan remained unchanged and kept fighting, and wanted to quickly solve the opponent, but the difficulty of the opponent was far beyond expectations and could not defeat the opponent in a short period of time.

After a moment of stalemate, the lotus seal collapsed. Although the Sword of Judgment had consumed most of its power, it still continued to move forward and slashed towards the old monk.

The light of the relics above the head fluctuated violently, and a golden Buddha light barrier extended out of the relics to protect the old monk.

Buzz

With a buzzing sound, the Sword of Judgment collided with the Buddha's light barrier. The barrier fluctuated violently but was not broken, but a trace of blood was overflowing from the corner of the old monk's mouth, and he was already injured.

On the other side, Wu Tian launched a sword that was extremely urging to the death, colliding with the Sword of Judgment. During the attack, a shocking sound rang out. Wu Tian flew backwards faster than when he went, and blood sprayed out.

The Sword of Judgment collapsed and was blocked!

"Old monk, run away." A mouthful of blood was sprayed, and Wu Tian's long sword jumped up and landed on a big tree, extremely bitter.

The old monk put his hands together, his whole body was full of strength, and under the golden light, he looked like a Vajra: "Amitabha, I want to take a chance."

The robes are rolled, the old monk sits in the pan stream, endless Buddhist voices and sings of Sanskrit, and the light of the relics is born to the extreme: "I am very powerful and think I am unable to defeat myself. I will try my best to stop the Pope of Light. The inheritance of the three tribes cannot be obtained by outsiders. You will immediately take the donor Chen Yue away."

With a deep shout, the old monk made seals again. A phantom of Buddha suddenly appeared in the relics. The Buddha manifested, and a huge Buddha aura enveloped the four directions, endless Buddha sounds and sang Sanskrit.

The Pope of Light looked solemn, holding the scepter tightly, and an ancient chant came out, and a rich white light tore through the night: "The Lord said, if there is light, the world will be light."

“Om~”

The Buddha spoke, and a mysterious power shrouded out. The Buddhist six-character mantra appeared. The void shook, the sound waves swept across, and the grass and trees turned into powder. The injured Western warriors were directly shocked to death.

Wu Tian's expression changed drastically, and his body moved horizontally. He instantly came to Chen Yue's side, covering his spiritual power and protecting her.

Powerful moves, their own beliefs, the same secret that is not passed on, and the power is extremely powerful, and will soon collide at this moment.

"You are amazing in the Golden Pill Stage."

With a deep shout, a figure fell from the sky, spreading his hands, and a huge power enveloped all directions. With a palm, the Buddha disintegrated and turned into a Buddha's light and disappeared into the relics.

With a palm, the white light collapsed, and the powerful palm swept through. The Pope instantly bleeded blood and flew backwards, causing severe injuries on the spot.

Terrible strength!

For a moment, several Jindan masters were shocked on the spot. Why did a person suddenly come out to make trouble, and he is so strong?

Their strength is already at the peak of this world. They restrain each other and no one dares to move around, but they never expected that there would be someone who could flatten them with one palm and urge them to the extreme.

"Jiang Daoli?"

Two horrifying voices sounded, unbelievable, and unbelievable: "How could your strength be so strong?"

Jiang Daoli?

For a moment, several great masters knew who the visitor was at the same time. The three oriental masters had complex expressions, Wu Tian's expressions were wonderful and bitter. The old Jindan who supported Bai Luoyun's face looked like earth, and they had a bad relationship with Jiang Daoli.

The old monk looked full of emotion and sighed: "A generation of new people replaced the old people, but I didn't expect that Donor Jiang had surpassed all of us."

"Jiang Daoli? Why have I never heard of you in the Eastern monk world?" The Pope looked gloomy and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief. Why is he so young but he has such amazing strength?

"Why do you need to hear it?" Jiang Daoli sneered, raised his palm and suppressed it down with a huge force.

"Arrogant." The Pope of Light shouted coldly, and a white ball of light appeared in his hand, bursting out with dazzling white light.

"The power is close to the exhausted angel's heart?" Jiang Daoli raised his eyebrows and looked at the white light ball in surprise. Then he looked at him with mocking sarcasm: "I don't even know how to use it, but I have the face to say that this is your belief?"

"Angelic Heart?" Everyone was confused. Isn't that the holy object of the Church of Light, the source of light? Why did it become the heart of the angel?

The powerful palm power suppressed it, and the angel's heart was almost exhausted. Moreover, the Pope of Light only knew how to mobilize the power inside to bless his combat power, but did not know how to use it. It was just a stronger golden elixir.

With a palm falling, the white light was instantly destroyed, and the Pope was photographed directly underground. He didn't know how to live or die. The exhausted angel's heart was captured by Jiang Daoli and returned to the space ring.

"His Majesty the Pope."

All of this, in the blink of an eye, Frande had no time to rescue, the pope did not know his life and death, Frande rushed to the sky and whistled.

"I forgot you." Jiang Daoli then looked at Frande. He also had a palm, with great power, and then there was nothing left. Frande had already gone with his pope.
Chapter completed!