"Although you are strong, you are looking for death!"

The Pope was furious. As the strongest person in the Holy See, the number one person on Aquamarine Star, and the future absolute emperor, the whole world should be kneeling at his feet. Kissing his insteps was enough, but someone actually dared to question it.

What he said, and he dared to comment twice in a row that his words were nonsense!

Even if his strength is that of a grandmaster, he is not qualified to do so. Who gave him the courage?

In response to the Pope's roar, Mr. Mo had only one action, and that was to hit!

At this moment, Mr. Mo is extremely disappointed with these so-called master-level experts. This guy's aura does not seem to be too stable. He must have improved his strength through some messy way, which is just a thing for practicing.

Wait until this last guy is taken care of, then you might as well retire.

Almost all the last sleepers on Aquamarine Star have been killed by themselves, and there is no love left.

The black energy is like a dragon, with murderous intent.

The monstrous demonic energy turned into countless skulls, boiling as if they were about to drink the blood of a strong man, and let out a miserable howl. If they were a little less powerful, they would probably be stunned by this howl.

The sound shocked him to the core, and he became demented from then on.

The Pope snorted coldly, and endless holy light erupted from his whole body, focusing all his attention on Mr. Mo. In a duel between masters, it would be taboo to think twice.

Yang Xie and the others felt the pressure suddenly lighten, and then they felt like they had been granted amnesty. They retreated several miles away and looked at the two of them. The pope's holy light was dazzling and boiling, turning into all kinds of ferocity.

The beast stirred up and collided with Mr. Mo's black energy, but was finally swallowed up by the black energy. The black energy skull was like a glutton, swallowing up the holy light.

The pope's expression changed slightly, but he directly took out a simple scripture, ten centimeters thick. He opened a page and said, "I said, the darkness recedes."

The black energy that was originally overwhelming and swallowing up the Holy Light was now like a cat whose tail was scalded by a red-hot iron. It immediately jumped up and retreated sharply. After a while, it had already condensed into a piece.

Yang Xie walked over from Jin Sanxiao, confirming that he was dead. At this moment, watching the Pope display his power, he couldn't help but frowned: "Head, why did the Pope call himself 'I' just now? Shouldn't Gongcheng be the god?"

?”

Although Yang Xie is not a member of the Holy See, he does have this common sense. People in this Holy See usually pray to the gods and provide their own power of faith, thereby gaining powerful power from the gods. But the Pope said this to me,

Is this blasphemy by Chi Guoguo?

Yu Zhihong shook his head. He couldn't understand. The pope in front of him was no longer the pope he had seen before. There was a bit of weirdness in the holiness.

"Interesting." Mr. Mo cheered up and ignored the sluggish black energy. Instead, he looked at the Pope with interest. His eyes were like lightning. The Pope only felt that he was not wearing any clothes.

Half of it can be said.

"It actually has a hint of divinity, it's interesting, it's really interesting." Mr. Mo said it was interesting, but he was shaking his head with a look of disdain on his face.

The Pope was shocked, but he didn't know where Mr. Mo got the news.

"Tou, what is divinity?" Yang Xie asked again.

"The West believes in gods and believes that all gods have divine personality, and the carrier of divine personality is the divine light crystal you gave me that day. It is said that the God of Light is a twelve-winged angel. After the death of this so-called God of Light, the God

Jing will stay, and if he can gather enough power of faith, he can be resurrected."

Yu Zhihong looked at the Pope and said, "Since Mr. Mo said that the Pope has divinity, it must be that the divine crystal of the twelve-winged angels was smelted by him."

Yang Xie clicked his tongue. The crystals of low-level angels were smelted when they were smelted. The pope actually smelted the crystal core of the twelve-winged angels. For people in the Holy See, isn't this equivalent to blasphemy?

Be a good boy, Long Dingdong, as the Pope, you dare to do such a thing, you are drunk...

Tian Li, who was beside them, just sneered when he heard such things. These uncivilized guys can really do anything.

With the strength of the Pope, he could easily hear the words of Yang Xie and Yu Zhihong. His face was ugly, he snorted coldly, but he opened a page of the Bible again and said coldly: "I said, all the heretics will

Died by a spear."

An extremely holy spear appeared out of thin air and stabbed towards Mr. Mo at an extremely fast speed. It even emitted bursts of chanting in the air, as if praising the power of the gods and stabbing all heretics to death.

Countless white lights condensed on the holy spear and pierced Mr. Mo's heart with endless murderous intent. This is how the Holy See is. The so-called purification and the so-called holy war are all carried out in endless blood and massacre.

Yu Zhihong's heart trembled. This blow was extremely powerful. Just the aftermath made him feel frightened even though he was miles away. If it hit the ground, it would probably be comparable to the blow of a meteorite hitting the earth.

Is that enough? Can Mr. Mo resist it?

Mr. Mo stretched out his hand and returned to his paralyzed expression. Just when the holy spear was about to stab him, he grabbed it.

The holy spear stopped a few centimeters in front of Mr. Mo's heart. The white light surged, and every strand burst out with powerful energy. Any heaven-level warrior who touched even the slightest touch would be killed by the energy contained in it.

When it came to Mr. Mo, it was just like a breeze, making his clothes sway.

That's all...

Silver light shone in the Pope's eyes. He turned over the Bible and spoke again: "I say, the saints destroy demons."

In the white light, a figure was gathering. A saint with a powerful aura appeared. He looked like a dragon and rushed over quickly. He stretched out his hand to hold the spear and poured all his strength into it to pierce the spear.

In Mr. Mo’s heart.

Mr. Mo exerted force on his hand, and the spear was swung by him. A black light flashed in Mr. Mo's eyes, and the spear immediately shattered, along with the so-called saint condensed in the holy light.

It broke into bits and pieces of white light, and finally disappeared in the air.

"If you are only at this level, you will be very disappointed."

Mr. Mo said lightly, his vision is too high, too high. As a peerless master of the Water Blue Star, he has fought all over the world, and even if this Pope has smelted some divine crystals, he is only the number one person on the Water Blue Star at this moment.

That's all, he is far from the War Emperor, let alone the top powerhouse among the War Emperors.

The Pope's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He did not allow anyone to look down upon him so much. This was blasphemy against himself. Anyone who dared to blaspheme God would be punished by God.

As a result, the ancient Bible floated in the air, the pages turned rapidly, a majestic chanting sound faintly sounded, and there seemed to be a solemn voice of a god.

"Accept the judgment of the gods!"

The brilliance was dazzling, and countless holy lights condensed into chains. The chains were like dragons, centered on the Bible, spreading in all directions, locking the entire space, and Mr. Mo was in the center of this cage, with his hands behind his back.

Behind him, the big cloak made a sound.

"That's nonsense!" Mr. Mo said.

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Chapter completed!