1391: C1391 You Don't Know What the Country Is like

C1391 You Don't Know What the Country Is like

The Saint used the holy water of the Church to force Heterogeneity Man-eating Flower to appear and kill it in front of everyone. He wanted to open a bloody path in the martial world of China and gather the faith of the Church. The Saint's considerations were correct, it was beneficial to him, but also beneficial to the Church. He was unwavering, ignoring the hesitation in the eyes of the two Saint Knight s, and unyieldingly allowed the Heterogeneity Man-eating Flower to appear.

Screams and screams echoed in the air.

In what seemed to be an emerald green forest, mud flew everywhere, spirit herbs were destroyed, and the entire area of Virgin Forest sank into a thick sense of despair. Those Chinese Martial Cultivator s looked forward in shock and bewilderment, as if the Saint was what they were relying on. In the face of absolute power, death was everything.

The Saint enjoyed the look of relying on the Chinese Martial Cultivator, and thought to himself, In the Heavenly Tomb, I can gather a lot of faith, and these people are all experts of the martial arts world. They have a lot of influence in the martial arts world, taking one in is equivalent to taking in a sect, how can I waste such a great opportunity.

If he could do something that not even the Pope could do, then there would be no suspense for the next Pope. Saint came out this time because he was threatened by the other successors by the Church. In fact, Saint was only one of the successors, because he received the God's blessing, he was called Saint, but his strength did not reach the level of Saint. Over the decades in the Church, if the real Saint did not appear, he would be a representative of the Saint.

One of the Saint Knight whispered, "Saint, this time might be a little troublesome."

The ground was shaking and an earthquake was happening.

However, Saint's face remained calm as he waved his hand, "Don't worry, I will take care of everything. If I can flatten quite a bit of the first floor, how can I enter the eighteenth floor? Although the Heavenly Tomb is mysterious, under the light of the God of Light, the Evil Realm will eventually be destroyed. We have to believe in Sovereigns. "

Saint Knight nodded helplessly and kept his guard up.

An aura of despair permeated through the Virgin Forest, and all the Martial Cultivator s wanted to retreat, as they were afraid of getting caught in the crossfire. The Saint smiled lightly: "A mere Evil Demon, I can take care of him anytime I want, you guys do not need to panic. As the spokesperson for the Sovereign, you have unimaginable power. "

Boom!

The soil beneath his feet suddenly split apart, and a ray of light shot towards Saint. Clearly, the Heterogeneity Man-eating Flower knew, it was Saint that had angered him. Saint Knight shouted: "Saint, watch your feet!"

Saint snorted: "You still want to kill people while the God is watching you, that's simply courting death." He held the scepter in his hand and chanted an incantation. Then, a hexagram shield wrapped around the surrounding and formed the strongest shield.

"Divine Arts, Divine Shield!"

The divine arts were a special art of the Church. Rumor has it that the Church was able to communicate with the dimensions of the gods. The gods bestowed power to the believers, and the power was extremely terrifying. Divine arts were divided into nine levels. The higher the level, the stronger the power. The Divine Shield was a level eight divine art and was the strongest defensive technique that the Saint could perform.

After casting the godly spell, everyone felt the pressure disappear. The two Saint Knight s looked at Saint in astonishment, and were secretly shocked. He did not expect that Saint's strength had reached the level of using a Level 8 Divine Technique. One had to know that the Pope could only cast the divine spell of the ninth rank.

Saint felt the worship from the others and was secretly pleased. I'll let you all see my true strength before submitting to me.

Regarding this, Saint was very confident.

Even though the forest was filled with an aura of despair and the monsters underground were strong, the Saint did not retreat.

"What a powerful defense. Even Saints wouldn't be able to use it."

One of the Martial Cultivator s exclaimed in shock, her gaze at Saint had changed. The other Martial Cultivator s fell silent, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

However, Saint still underestimated how powerful the Heterogeneity Man-eating Flower was.

The flowing light struck the shield, releasing a loud sound of impact, the sound penetrated the shield and ruthlessly pierced into Martial Cultivator's ear. They clutched their heads as they cried out miserably. Some could not bear the impact and bled from their seven orifices. They fell to the ground, spasming non-stop.

The Saint Knight groaned, but quickly regained his composure.

They were experts at the early stage of the Great Sage at the very least. If they could not even withstand the remnant waves of the Peak Great Saint realm, it would be a disgrace to the Church. Saint did not expect his attacks to be so powerful. Frowning, he sneered: "Sovereigns are forgiving, but since you are stubborn, don't blame me for punishing you on behalf of the Sovereigns!"

"Be careful!"

One of the Saint Knight's face changed, and he shouted: "Saint, there is still an attack."

Saint originally thought that after intercepting an attack from one tentacle, he would be done for and prepared to counterattack, but the surrounding ground suddenly exploded, one tentacle after another, a total of 99 of them dancing in the air, each of their hands releasing an ice-cold luster, as if they had lives of their own, staring at Saint and the rest.

One tentacle's attack almost destroyed the God's Shield. If 99 of them attacked at the same time, the consequences would be unimaginable. Even the Saint felt chills down his spine, he never thought that the monsters in the first level would be so terrifying.

Saint braced himself and said, "Everyone, don't panic. My Divine Shield is very strong. It can't enter."

Sou sou sou!

The Saint clenched his teeth and added all his strength to his shield. He could have run away, but if he wanted to establish his prestige in front of everyone and obtain their faith, he had to hold on. After all, he had been acting too arrogantly earlier. There was no way for him to back off now.

Not far away.

Yang Ping saw that the Saint didn't choose to retreat for the sake of protecting China's Martial Cultivator, and said: "Your awareness is quite high."

"He's not his match."

Ruyan said in a calm voice, her gaze penetrating through the layers of gray soil, as if she wanted to see through everything. Yang Ping kept feeling that the gaze from Ruyan was strange. Could it be that she knew the secrets of the Heterogeneity Man-eating Flower?

Feeling the huge pressure inside the shields, the Martial Cultivator s did not feel safe and nervously looked at the Saint. This damnable foreigner, she had just declared confidently that she would be unable to stop him. If he couldn't block it, she would immediately escape. Anyway, the monster was targeting him.

If Saint knew the thoughts of the people behind him, he would probably vomit blood.

China, the martial arts world, the human heart.

The most complicated.

No one would choose to believe in you just because they were saved. Especially these Jianghu Expert who had fallen into greed. They had their own set of philosophy of life and wouldn't change their view of the world and life just because they had been saved once.

Saint was still fantasizing about how he would be able to gather a huge amount of faith by saving these people.

The two Saint Knight s were ready to fight.

It's here!

The tentacles finally landed on the Divine Shield. There was no violent sound, nor did it shatter the void. It was as if they were lightly striking against glass. Time stood still. Sweat trickled down Saint's forehead as he channeled all of his energy into his shield. It was equivalent to turning himself into a shield to receive the attacks of the Heterogeneity Man-eating Flower.

After the impact, Saint felt a sweet taste in his throat and his face turned pale.

The Heterogeneity Man-eating Flower's attack was ineffective and was actually forcibly stopped.

Yang Ping revealed a surprised face, and said: "I never thought that this foreigner would be so powerful. If you can withstand an attack from the Peak Great Saint, you won't vomit blood. "

"Awesome!"

The Martial Cultivator s behind Saint were all amazed.

Saint smiled and pretended to be indifferent: "I said before, Sovereigns are omnipotent and invincible. As long as you believe in the Sovereigns, you can gain tremendous power.

When the Martial Cultivator heard this, they shook their heads.

"Forget it. I don't even believe in Three Purities, much less a Sovereign."

"That's right, I've never seen a Sovereign before. You're using a foreign divine power to transmit a message to China. Isn't this just slapping me in the face? I'm not that interested."

"Can God let me become the Great Sage? If I can't, what's the use of a Sovereign of Faith? "

"…"

The Martial Cultivator talked back to them, and directly rejected Saint's invitation. How could they trust a god from outside, and how could they be grateful for Saint's rescue? What the Chinese martial arts world lacked the most was gratitude.

"You all …"

Saint's face turned ugly. He did not expect that the Martial Cultivator he saved with all his might would say such words. In the Vatican, where everything was under control, this was unimaginable.

Pfft!

The injuries he had forcefully endured burst out from his agitation.0

Saint spat out blood, gritted his teeth and said, "Bastard!"

Not far away.

Yang Ping shook her head and shrugged: "He doesn't understand the circumstances of China."

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