The other side of the earth, North America, the eastern part of the United States, is set foot.

The temple has not been so deserted for a long time. The Archbishop in the Cardinal who was in charge of organizing the temple worship activities stood on the towering wall with a frown.

Pope Charles and the Apostle Lewis agreed to go to the East to deal with a boy who was ignorant of the world, but more than a month has passed, why is there no news?

The Archbishop didn't dare to think too much, he was afraid that he would think of the thing related to death.

But if they were not dead, why didn't they come back? Why did the fifty guardian knights they brought with them all lost their news?

The sky was gloomy, as if it was about to storm and rain at any time.

In the darkest corner of the temple, there is a huge human-shaped statue nearly ten meters high. If you look closely, you will find that the statue carved a woman with two characteristics of East and West. Her nose is tall and pointed, but her eyes are painted with brown dye.

In front of the statue is a red carpet that is endless. There are a row of human-shaped statues on both sides of the carpet. The statues are all wearing armor, holding various weapons, standing with their heads down with an extremely respectful expression, as if the statue above is their king.

Suddenly, the statue's eyes lit up, and two beams of light burst out from the statue's eyes and gathered on the red carpet in front of them.

A woman in white clothes and looking extremely holy slowly walked out of the light, with her cuffs wide, as sacred as a noble god.

"Lewis."

The woman opened her mouth and shouted.

Like an abyss, the sound bounced back at the end of the red carpet, and it could not be calmed down in the palace for a long time.

"Lewis!"

The woman spoke again, but never received a response. She frowned and called another name: "Charles."

Still no one answered her.

Two jade plaques were added in her hand. At this time, the jade plaque was dim and the red blood drops in the center of the jade plaque had faded from the blood and shattered from the middle.

"Dead?"

The woman's tone was a little more surprised, but she could not hear any regrets.

A trace of anger spread in her heart: "Who dares to kill my subordinates?"

The jade tablet was thrown in the corner by her casually, and a bronze mirror appeared in her hand. The bronze mirror passed through a long distance and time and space. On the mottled mirror, Yan Ning and Charles Lewis actually had a fight with each other!

"How is this possible? The descendant of Lu Qiuyan has sealed himself, how can he escape?"

This time the woman's expression finally became panicked. She quickly turned around. The statue behind her seemed to have been touched by the mechanism. The ten-meter-high portrait separated from the middle, and a man covered with flames of two colors was locked inside!

The man's hair was three feet long, his eyes were closed, and he did not feel the pain of being burned by the flames. If he looked at his face, he was actually similar to Yan Ning, it was no wonder that the woman would recognize Yan Ning as him.

"Strange, Yu Jiaping is still here. Who is the one who killed Lewis and the others in that picture?"

Ma Li frowned and closed the portrait again.

"Damn Lewis, the guardian knights I have spent so much time to cultivate have been ruined by you!" The woman gasped, as if this could reduce the anger in her heart: "I must first stabilize the Holy See, that boy from the East will make you happy for a few more months. When I stabilize the Holy See, you will be the day when you die!"

...

Yan Ning in the small world has been in seclusion for more than three days.

In the past three days, Yan Ning has devoted himself to practicing. With the help of the Bodhi Tree, Yan Ning has the confidence to improve his cultivation to the late stage of Earth Immortal within a few months.

With the strength of the late stage of Earth Immortal, using the Blood Burning Song, and the Fist Intentions of the Firing Thousand Crushes and the Fist Intentions of the Earth Immortal who passed on him by the Earth Immortal, I believe that Yan Ning will not be a problem to deal with any of Cang Mao and the other three alone.

If you can find a golden eyeball that is enough to cultivate the Red Flame Holy Eye, Yan Ning's combat power will be able to reach a higher level, and it may even be possible to kill Cang Mao and the others alone.

But at this time, Yan Ning didn't think too much, but just focused on practicing Yan Qianzhong.

"The key to Yan Qianzhong's key is the wave!"

Yan Ning faced the lake and said to himself.

The Lich King laughed and said, "Wave? Why is the more violent the wind, the more my heart is?"

"Stop interrupting!" Yan Ning rolled his eyes.

The Qianzhong of Yan is a super powerful move that the Extreme Fire Earth Immortal understands when observing the rise and fall of tides. It is divided into twelve layers, one layer is stronger than the other, and it is superimposed layer by layer, so the waves are like this.

"Kunwu!"

Yan Ning thought, and the Kunwu sword suddenly rushed out of his purple palace and turned into a stream of light to float in front of him.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, the fairy aura on Yan Ning's body surged like a tide.

His body was like a sea, and his arms were the end of the sea. Under his surging, the fairy energy rushed towards his arms like a wave. Yan Ning's arm also trembled slightly. The power in his body was like the prehistoric world that had just been released, and it had reached a level that he could not control!

"Flame Thousands of Frosts-One Wave!"

A shaking shout came from Yan Ning's throat. He threw the Kunwu sword hard, and the fairy spirit swept out through the Kunwu sword like a tide!

The first sword energy slashed hard on the lake. The lake trembled violently, and the lake water rolled, and the huge lake water was actually divided into two by Yan Ning's sword. The lake water on both sides kept rolling, but it could not be closed together!

Yan Ning did not stop there. His body took advantage of the power of the first wave and quickly turned around in the air: "Two wave!"

The second sword energy was emitted from Kunwu's sword and slashed in the vacuum area where the lake water was divided. The bottom of the water suddenly collapsed, and like an earthquake, a huge crack appeared, and the mud at the bottom of the lake kept falling into it.

Yan Ning's arm had already felt a trace of pain, and the huge force made him grin. If he continued to use the three waves of Yan Qianzhong, he was afraid that Yan Ning's arm would be broken because he could not hold on to such powerful force!

"Can't continue, this is my limit."

Yan Ning sighed silently, put away Kunwu's sword, and gently kneaded his right arm left and right.

He looked at the lake water in front of him and said silently. After about three minutes, the divided lake water barely gathered together, but the gathered lake water poured back for three minutes, and could not fill the bottom of the lake split by Yan Ning.
Chapter completed!