1384: C1384 Tear-time

C1384 Tear-time

If he did not use his trump card, he would truly be unable to defeat his opponent. With a faint smile, he said: "The Pope has met you once, and has often mentioned about your achievements. As a junior, how could I dare make things difficult for you?"

Nicholas nodded as his cloudy eyes revealed a bright light, and said: "It's a good thing for youngsters to be confident, but the Pope did not come to China's Heavenly Tomb back then, so he naturally does not know of the dangers."

The Saint said calmly, "One day, the Divine Weapon of the Church will be trampled to the ground in the corruption of the Gods and Demons."

Nicholas sighed: "Since you don't listen to my advice then it's fine, I hope you can go even further. The rank of Saint of the Holy See is only second to the Pope. I hope you can return safely. "

After he finished speaking, Nicholas led the nine wise men and left.

The two Saint Knight s stared at Nicholas until they left. Facing the legendary, no one could be as calm as the Saint. Back then, Nicholas's fame was still floating in the sky above the Vatican. The Holy See had once said that Nicholas was one of the strongest in Mi Country.

The Saint sneered, but was not convinced in his heart. In his eyes, as long as he, the Saint stepped forward, the evil spirits of China would not surrender to him, because he had never seen a real Chinese expert. He felt that the gods were superior, that the light would descend and purify the world.

"There's a Heavenly Court in China. When I come out of the Heavenly Tomb, I'll go see for myself."

"What qualifications do they have to become the Heavenly Court? If they do not obey me, it will lead to disaster. "

Saint was in high spirits, he did not put anyone in his eyes, and felt that Hua Xia was big. He only wanted to chat about how a few people could threaten him, but these people would not appear in the Heavenly Tomb. The two Saint Knight s wanted to say something but hesitated.

They had been to China before, so they were very clear that the experts there were extremely powerful.

But looking at Saint's tone, it was obvious that he did not like others disobeying him.

After the experts of the and the people of the Church had climbed the mountain, in the following half an hour, a large number of experts had climbed up through the various entrances of the Mountain Meng.

Dark clouds shrouded the area.

It was like the end of the world.

Yang Ping calmly walked on the mountain road, the surrounding people rarely came, other than the sudden change in the climate, which caused the sky mountain bird to let out an irritated cry, as well as the mountain stream waterfall shaking, leaving its original flowing trajectory.

In front of him was a huge waterfall.

She was like a dragon coiled in a mountain stream, ready to soar into the sky at any moment. Yang Ping stood on a large limestone as she admired the scenery of the Mountain Meng. It was indeed as beautiful as the rumors had said. The places he was at were all places with powerful restrictions placed on the Mountain Meng and normal people had no way of entering.

Following the feeling, Yang Ping saw the waterfall, the bluestone, and a whirlpool.

The mark of the Dao Seal and shackles that had been left behind after sitting cross-legged on the green rock for dozens of years suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The mark of the Dao Seal and shackles that had been left behind after sitting on the blue rock for dozens of years suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

If Zhuge was here, he would be extremely shocked.

Because that senior had been trapped on the big limestone for dozens of years without dying. After he broke free, he still left behind an invincible aura, and even if it was Heavenly Sovereign Stage, in front of this aura, he was frighteningly weak.

Yang Ping felt an aura that surpassed her Heavenly Sovereign Stage, and revealed a surprised expression.

This should be the first time Yang Ping clearly sensed an aura that surpassed the Heavenly Sovereign Stage, and this aura was extremely overbearing, as though the goal of this existence was to prevent the spatial whirlpool from leaking, no matter how powerful the dimensional storm was, she could only sit still and do nothing in front of this aura.

Mountain Meng is indeed not simple.

There must be a conspiracy behind Dao Zun's decision to fight here, but unfortunately, it was destroyed by Zhu Xi.

There was something inside the spatial whirlpool that was constantly jumping and flickering with pure Power of Light. With a thought, Yang Ping got closer and wanted to grab it. The remnant energy of that expert sensed that someone dared to blaspheme against him and unleashed a storm of power.

Boom!

In a circumference of three hundred meters, numerous sharp spatial blades appeared and shot towards Yang Ping.

Even if the Great Sage was here, he would still be shattered by the space blade. Yang Ping frowned, she allowed the sharp blade to strike his body, releasing a metallic sound, the powerful blades were unable to harm his body at all.

He approached step by step.

Just as he extended his hand to grab the bead that was emitting Power of Light, an excited laughter came from behind.

"Bright Pearl!"

Saint brought two Saint Knight here, and stared fixedly at the pearl in the vortex. He panted and said, "I didn't expect to find a pearl of light before even entering the Heavenly Tomb. In this pearl of light, I can feel that it is purer than the Power of Light formed in the Pope's body."

The two Saint Knight s were eager to give it a try.

As an expert of the Holy See, he was very clear on the uses of the Pearl of Light. A Pearl of Light could create a Saint.

"Lowly subject, give me the Pearl of Light."

Saint's eyes were red as he ordered Yang Ping.

Yang Ping did not pay any attention to him. Her palm went deep into the vortex, and the devouring energy within the vortex actually started to devour his life force.

Grabbing the light pearl, Yang Ping could feel the warm energy inside it and sighed in her heart, This is good stuff indeed.

"Give it to me!"

Saint revealed an unhappy expression, and said: "Lowly subject, if you give me that thing, I will grant you eternal life."

Yang Ping kept the pearl properly, turned her head around, and said while looking at Saint indifferently: "Even you yourself can't live forever, and dare to boastfully bestow eternal life upon others."

"How dare you!"

The Saint sneered and said coldly: "Looks like the people of this land of demons, Hua Xia, are truly devilish and stubborn. You all aren't favored by the gods, no wonder you guys are like this. "Come, lowly subject, I will let you become the child of a god, your status is higher than the lowly Huaxia People."

Yang Ping squinted her eyes, revealing a cold glint.

The idiot in front of him was a lowly subject, yet he looked down upon the Huaxia People. Yang Ping's face darkened as he said in a bland voice, "Are you the child of the god?"

The Saint revealed a proud look, and said, "That's right, I am the child of a god, and moreover, the spokesperson of a god."

"I don't need an idiot like you."

Yang Ping turned and walked away after he finished speaking.

Before entering the Heavenly Tomb, he did not want to make it too obvious and cause unnecessary trouble. His top priority right now was to save Zhu Xi, everything else was secondary. But Saint was not that easy to talk to. His face darkened. Just as he arrived at Mountain Meng, he encountered a disobedient child.

"In that case, I represent the gods to descend upon you and punish you. I will wipe out your life."

Saint sighed, shook his head and said, "Child, you don't know how terrifying the gods are, nor do you know how great I am."

"Thunder!"

Saint raised his staff and chanted towards the sky with a pious expression.

Boom!

Heavenly thunder descended.

A purple bolt of lightning descended from the sky and attacked Yang Ping. This was an extremely powerful attack, the one that the Great Sage was definitely going to die. Saint was very confident in his attack power, as if he was watching Yang Ping's miserable death.

Yang Ping looked at the descending heavenly lightning with an indifferent expression.

"A mere Lightning Summoning Art, how dare you call yourself a deity?"

Yang Ping laughed disdainfully, and said: "I'll let you experience what is called heavenly lightning."1

"Holy Spirit Art, Nine Heavens Divine Thunder!"

"Tss ~ ~ ~"

A crack appeared in the sky above his head. There were countless cracks in the sky as if some kind of creature had drilled its way out from them.

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