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C3607 Divine Art

The old man from the Holy See looked down on all living beings with pity because he was high up in the sky and could save all living beings. Even Yang Ping from Huaxia was only one of them. The old man was the spokesperson of God and the supreme ruler.

At this moment, Yang Ping also looked at the old man from the church with pity. It was not because he thought he was high and mighty, but because he felt pity for the old man's arrogance and ignorance. Ignorance had to be paid.

The old man of the Holy See frowned and said, "God is merciful, but my patience is limited. Please don't squander my limited patience. Hand over the Heart of Secret Realm and I can let you enjoy the glory of God."

The old man was very confident in his divine art. He felt that if Yang Ping didn't beg for mercy, he would die inside. There was no air, no sunlight, and no water in the restrictions. Humans couldn't survive in a world without air, sunlight, and water. Only gods could survive.

Because the sun, the air, and everyone else was created by the gods.

God was omnipotent.

"I will give you another chance. If you..." The old man from the church wanted to persuade Yang Ping. Suddenly, he was speechless. He looked at Yang Ping in front of him in shock. Yang Ping easily pushed aside the restriction and walked out. It seemed that the great restriction did not exist.

"How is that possible?"

The old man frowned and said unhappily, "You cannot have the ability to pass through the restriction." After thinking for a while, he suddenly understood. "I understand. Your power comes from the Heart of Secret Realm. The secret realm is an existence similar to God. Although it is not as great as God, it has already reached the same level. The reason why you were able to walk out of the restriction was entirely because of the Heart of Secret Realm. You are very lucky. To be able to use the energy of medicinal Heart of Secret Realms. But if you think that you can defeat me just because you have the Heart of Secret Realm, you are really too naive. Because God is omnipotent. "

Yang Ping looked at the old man like he was looking at an idiot.

The old man of the church had said too many things, and he was full of himself.

"Next, I will use another divine skill. Even the Heart of Secret Realm won't be able to help you. Son of a Fiendgod, you're very naive, but you have to pay the price for your naivety."

"Divine Art, Space Cutting."

Boom!

The scepter glowed with white light as it flew out. There were nine points in total. It turned into a space and trapped Yang Ping again. Every point released dazzling starlight. The nine points were like nine stars that connected into one. Each star was a type of power. Nine different types of power mixed together to form the Nine Revolutions Space. The power of each revolution was doubled.

This was a divine technique specially designed to deal with great experts. In the ancient era, the Holy See used it to deal with the great devils of the Dark World. Now that it was used to deal with Yang Ping, it had invested a lot. This was because every star was a gem that was adorned with a scepter. It was an extremely precious Chaos Origin Stone that came from the core of the light dimension. It was extremely rare.

Yang Ping did not back down. He looked at it coldly. He let the divine art carry him, and he did not move like a mountain.

The old man from the Vatican sneered. Since you are arrogant, I will make you pay a heavy price. Divine technique, cutting through space. The nine stars began to revolve. With each rotation, the nine stars released a sharp power of circulation. That was the vibration of the dimension of light. The power of cutting gathered by the shattering of space was extremely terrifying. Every single one of them could cut through an Empyrean.

A radius of 100 feet was filled with the power of cutting through space. As one stood within it, one could see the stars of the light dimension. Space collapsed, and in front of the dimension, humans were insignificant. They were helpless and hopeless in the face of disaster.

The power of spatial cutting landed on their bodies.

The old man from the Holy See revealed a cold smile, as if he was looking at a pile of minced meat. No one in the Great Saint Stage realm could withstand the power of cutting through a Heavenly Sovereign. Although China was ancient and had a great inheritance, he was the spokesperson of God.

However, the old man from the Vatican didn't know that Yang Ping was a Great Saint Stage. He was the strongest without any limits. He didn't know what kind of person the Great Saint he had trapped was.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The power of the cuts continued to hit his body, but Yang Ping's expression changed. His clothes fluttered in the absence of wind.

The first rotation had no effect on Yang Ping.

The old man from the Holy See sneered and said, "Your body is very strong, but it won't help you. When the Spatial Cut is activated, the power of each rotation will be doubled, and the power will be multiplied by nine times. Even if you are a Heavenly Longevity Stage, it won't help you."

The power of the second rotation had skyrocketed. The spatial law of Dian City fluctuated, but Yang Ping remained calm.

The old man chuckled and looked at Yang Ping with a smile. He wasn't in a hurry.

The third rotation caused the spatial law to shake. It could no longer suppress the cutting power, but Yang Ping's expression remained the same. His body was unharmed.

The old man squinted his eyes and revealed a serious expression. Yang Ping's body was stronger than he had imagined.

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At the eighth revolution, his clothes were shaking violently. It seemed like he was going to open up a space. The old man's heart was pounding. His kind face revealed a ferocious look. Even if he used all his strength, he still wouldn't be able to hurt Yang Ping.

How could the son of the Fiendgod be so powerful?

When the ninth revolution appeared, the nine stars disappeared. The spatial zone around Yang Ping was completely shattered, and a black hole appeared, pulling him into it. That was the destruction of the spatial zone, the reopening of the dimensional zone, and the death of a Heavenly Longevity Stage.

The old man gritted his teeth and said with hatred. The ninth revolution, even I, will die. You, a Great Saint Stage warrior, could withstand the eighth revolution, which was the limit. However, the ninth revolution was an unprecedented distortion of space, which was equivalent to dimensional rebirth. This was the trump card of the Church against the King of Darkness. Using it to deal with the Son of God of China was already a waste.

The old man began to curse and hate. From a kind and compassionate old man to an evil man filled with hatred.

"Hurry up and die!"

The old man glared at Yang Ping.

The atmosphere was heavy.

When the ninth rotation appeared, Yang Ping finally raised his head. He seemed to have been thinking about life all this time. This time, he felt the ninth rotation. The old man noticed the change in Yang Ping's expression. He sneered in his heart. Do you finally feel the threat of death?

"Son of God and Demon, it's useless for you to regret now because you are going to become a sacrificial offering to cut open space." The old man laughed and said.

The battle between the two of them. Very quickly, the others didn't rush over. The old man from the Holy See felt that killing Yang Ping and stealing the Heart of Secret Realm was more than enough time. The son of the Fiendgod was about to die. The old man from the Vatican revealed a comforting smile, full of kindness.

However, the benevolent expression only climbed onto his face for a moment before it immediately disappeared. He stared with his eyes wide open, revealing an expression of disbelief.

The ninth revolution had taken shape.

The black hole appeared.

The power of spatial destruction disturbed the rules and pulled Yang Ping away, trying to kill him. However, he only made a simple move, like he was going out of the door. He gently pulled open the bolt, opened a door, and walked out of the outside world.

Creak.

As if there was the sound of the door opening, Yang Ping faced the pressure of the ninth rotation of the Divine Spatial Cut. He gently left the door and walked out of the confined world. Then, he arrived in front of the old man from the Church. Their eyes met. The old man from the Church screamed and hurriedly retreated. He looked at the terrifying man in front of him in horror.

Was the person who could ignore divine arts and space cuts really just a son of the gods and demons?

The old man from the Vatican began to doubt his own judgment and the Pope's instructions. The man in front of him did not seem like a child of the gods and demons. A true Fiendgod.

"Retreat!"

The old man from the Vatican was not in the mood to fight. Even the divine technique of the scepter was unable to harm Yang Ping. This was enough to show how terrifying this man was. If the battle continued, perhaps even he would die here. The old man of the Vatican had lived for a long time. The most powerful thing was not fighting, but to avoid harm and to survive in this chaotic world.

The thirty-six stratagems were the top stratagem.

The old man of the Church was pale as he tore open a passage, wanting to leave. But it was already too late. Yang Ping stared at him. He would not be able to escape even if he went to the ends of the earth. He sighed and said, "Your God doesn't seem to give you any power."

He pulled his hands apart and put them together.

The void collapsed and the old man felt his body tighten. Then, the spatial tunnel that he had torn apart suddenly shattered and he lost his path of escape. Then, the power of space shattering was even stronger than the power of space cutting. His body was in it and he didn't have the time to scream.

A bloody mist was shattered.

- - The content came from [Micoo Reading].

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