After all, the Pope did not rush into the Chinese camp and took revenge.

Whether he can get an advantage is one thing. On the other hand, not long after Yang Xiegang escaped, the special envoy of the Holy See has already arrived. He is no longer the phantom he was at the beginning, but is as solid as an ordinary person.

He has a handsome face, and eight wings of light are swaying gently behind him, spreading a little bit of starlight.

How could it be so fast? The Pope thought to himself.

"Are you the only ones left?"

The special envoy glanced at the five innate warriors in front of him with a slightly unhappy expression. He had not even entered the entrance of the Hua Kingdom, and the Holy See's power was only 50%. Even if it really broke into the Hua Kingdom, would it have enough strength to defeat them?

The remaining power of China was crushed?

"Yes, Sir Envoy." The Pope took a deep breath. Although he was slightly unhappy in his heart, there was nothing he could do about it.

"Trash, you can't handle even a small thing well."

The special envoy gave a cold scolding, his eyes were like lightning, and he looked at the Chinese camp in the distance, but his brows frowned slightly, because he could find that there were actually three late-stage Xiantian warriors on the opposite side, as well as nearly twenty early and middle-stage Xiantian warriors.

warrior.

How come there are so many?

What makes the special envoy frown even more is that two of these three late-stage innate warriors are actually on the edge of being a master. As long as they feel a little bit, they can go one step further and successfully enter the level of a master!

Is this the true strength of China?

The special envoy's eight light wings swayed slightly, but in the end he resisted the intention of taking action directly. After all, although his strength has returned to that of a master, he is still far from the peak, and it will take a little time, and...

Let’s wait until you get back to your peak!

…

Yu Zhihong patted Yang Xie's shoulder gently and praised: "Yes, I can single-handedly make the Holy See suffer such a big loss. Even I can't do it."

This is a compliment, and it is also true. If you do not count the combat power of the Hidden Sect, the strength of the Holy See is indeed at the pinnacle of this world. Not to mention other things, the four-winged angel army alone can wreak havoc in any country.

, after all, you simply can’t keep up with his speed. The essence of guerrilla warfare is something that China understands very well.

And Yang Xie actually led his men who gathered together at the Hidden Gate to withstand the opponent's indiscriminate bombing, and finally wiped out all his angel legions...

I think the Pope is almost dying of grief at this moment...

"Boss, we have the upper hand at the moment, why don't we work together to defeat them?" Seeing Yu Zhihong and Tianli arriving one after another, Yang Xie also became a little eager to make a move. After all, the Pope was only a late-stage innate, and he was

There are three on one side, and if the entire front is pressed, the war on one's side may end early.

Tian Li glanced at Yang Xie indifferently: "The other party also has a new strong man. His strength should be that of a grandmaster. If they fight together, the chance of winning is slim."

Yu Zhihong glanced at Tianli in surprise. He actually felt it. It seemed that the Yin Sect was really full of talents.

Grandmaster?

Yang Xie calmed down, and his spiritual thoughts slowly spread outward. This place was far away from the Holy See's camp, but Yang Xie's soul was nourished by the soul-fixing beads, and the intensity of his spiritual thoughts also increased, causing the distance of the spiritual thoughts to be detected.

Even further than the ordinary innate middle stage...

Sure enough, Yang Xie had already felt that there was an extraordinarily powerful being in the Vatican camp, and his aura was surging. It seemed that Yang Xie's spiritual sense detection had made him feel something. He snorted coldly, but stretched out his hand and slashed Yang Xie.

Xie felt a pain in his head, and quickly withdrew his spiritual thoughts, his face suddenly became very ugly.

"Suffered a loss?"

Yu Zhihong chuckled. This kid has been promoted smoothly all the way and rarely encountered setbacks. He actually dared to use his spiritual sense to spy on the opponent when he knew that there was a master-level expert. It would be strange if he didn't suffer a loss!

Yang Xie smiled coquettishly, this time it was indeed a slight injury to his mind, but with the Soul-fixing Pearl, he could recover quickly, so it was not a big deal.

"Yu Tou, then we just watch like this?"

"Otherwise, what else can we do? Mr. Mo went to Aiji. We just need to keep our camp, wait for him to kill the pharaoh, and then come here to destroy the Holy See. Wouldn't it be great?"

Yang Xie: "..."

Okay, it's just a joke.

The Mr. Mo they spoke of looked down at the mummies expressionlessly, his cloak making a rustling sound, as if he was blending into the night.

"I admit that you are very strong, but when I was dormant, I was still at the peak of my master's strength. Naturally, I have my trump card. If we really fight, I may not be your opponent, but you will definitely not be able to escape unscathed. Moreover,

I can tell you a secret, there are eight-winged angels in the Holy See. If we both lose, I’m afraid no one in China can resist it, right?"

The Pharaoh's dry face forced out a kind expression: "In this way, you and I will give up. I will lead the army to leave. We can also sign an agreement never to invade. I can even send some purple-belted men to help.

How about China?"

The Pharaoh was so regretful that his intestines turned green. He could feel the terrifying force contained in the Chinese man in front of him. If a fight really broke out, he should not be his opponent. Damn it, I thought that the idiot Poseidon was killed just because he was too strong.

It's just weak, but now it seems that the guy in front of me may be a figure of his own era, and he is asleep for some reason, right?

"Are you done?" Mr. Mo asked calmly, Poseidon can be regarded as half a cultivator, but what kind of thing are you, a person who is neither human nor ghost?

The Pharaoh King was choked by Mr. Mo's words and was speechless for a long time. What the hell? Are you done? I have been subdued and said good things for a long time, but you didn't even listen to me?

Pharaoh's face suddenly became extremely gloomy. He looked at Mr. Mo and said in a conspiratorial tone: "Do you really want to fight?"

"What nonsense!"

Mr. Mo stopped fussing, his body trembled slightly, and streams of black vitality shot straight into the sky. In the originally dark night, not even a single star could be seen in an instant. A huge pressure made him

The Pharaoh's expression suddenly changed.

The Pharaoh King did not dare to neglect, and his vitality, like the sea, actually turned into a bloody ocean, surging forward and rushing towards Mr. Mo with unparalleled momentum.

Mr. Mo was slightly surprised that these mummies could actually have such powerful blood? Or could it be said that the reason why Ai Ji is rich in mummies is because these pharaohs extracted their blood?

interesting!

Mr. Mo stepped on the void, and the Rumo Yuanqi turned into a giant hand and slapped directly on the ocean. The blood-colored ocean was shattered into pieces as if it were a substance, and gradually collapsed under the turbulent waves.

A chill arose in the Pharaoh's heart. He had stored this blood energy for thousands of years before he could have such power, but it was dispelled by the other party with a seemingly casual palm?

The vast ocean of blood and energy gathered little by little. He wanted to regroup and attack again. Mr. Mo was not happy and worried, and punched out again. The vitality was like ink, like a meteorite rushing towards him in the distant void, and it reached the Pharaoh in an instant.

In front of him, the Pharaoh only had time to scream in surprise before he was directly hit by the punch. The void seemed to collapse in, and the Pharaoh's bandaged body was directly shot to pieces.

Fall.

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Chapter completed!