"Finally escaped!"

Outside the valley, Dracula's heart was relieved and said secretly.

This time, the baby didn't get it, and he was injured, and he almost couldn't go back, this demon grandmaster is really terrible, unprecedented.

Fortunately, the Blood God Curse in this person's body was triggered by him, causing a lot of difficulties.

Otherwise, whether or not you can come out alive is a question.

"Qin Wushuang, when I regain my strength, I must transform all the people related to you into blood puppets, live forever, and be my slaves. ”

Dracula's eyes burned with blood, and he swore secretly in his heart.

This monstrous hatred is unforgettable and endless.

Shout!

A sound of breaking the air sounded.

"What's that?"

Dracula frowned, looked back, and saw a rainbow breaking through the sky.

Poof!

A muffled sound sounded, and Dracula felt a pain in his neck, and then he lost consciousness, and his body exploded, turning into boundless blood, floating in the air.

Dracula, the Prince of the Blood Clan, a living immortal, is dead!

In the Phantom Valley.

"Block!"

Qin Hao roared in his heart, and the star battle body shone brightly, like a god, to resist St. Peter's attack.

Poof!

Under the blade of judgment, the armor shattered, the light splattered, and a huge wound appeared in his waist, nearly killing him in two.

In the wound, the bones were visible, and the blood flowed like a stream.

"Not dead?"

St. Peter was stunned and exclaimed.

This is the strongest attack of the Sage's Staff, even if it is a god-killing god, under this sword, it will only be killed.

"Disappointed?"

Qin Hao's face turned pale, grinned, and said.

With a movement of his heart, he sealed the wound so that the blood did not flow, but the hideous wound made everyone tremble when they saw it.

On the wound, there is a remnant of holy light, which is difficult to heal.

Plus, in the face of St. Peter, he didn't have time to heal either.

Suddenly, Qin Hao stretched out his hand and made a move, and a long rainbow returned, circling around him endlessly, making a whining sound.

Everyone looked at it, this was a three-inch small sword!

The sword was stained with blood.

Thinking about Dracula's escape from the valley, everything is clear.

With Qin Wushuang's ruthless heart, that blood clan prince is afraid that he has already followed in the footsteps of killing gods.

Oh, my God!

A small valley has already buried two celestial figures.

If this is spread out, the whole world will be shaken.

For countless years, there have been only these two immortals in the world who have appeared in front of the world, and they have been killed by Qin Wushuang.

"It can't be!"

The Rakshasa sat down on the ground in fright, shaking her head again and again, unable to believe all this.

Everyone hurriedly dodged to the side and looked at the Rakshasa with a pitiful expression.

Before, it was she who exposed Qin Hao's identity and aroused the hatred of Qin Hao, the killing god and Dracula, that the earth-shattering war broke out.

It is estimated that he was defeated by Qin Hao, and he was resentful, so he borrowed the hands of heaven and man to destroy Qin Hao.

She couldn't have imagined that Qin Hao was so terrifying, suppressing the three of them with one force, and actually killing two celestials.

"Qin Zhenren, as long as you take out the Dao Yuan Fruit, the Holy See is willing to exchange all treasures. ”

St. Peter took a deep breath and said.

Even if Qin Hao was injured and looked quite seriously injured, he didn't dare to do it easily.

Everyone sighed in their hearts, and the Pope relented.

The Pope, who is incomparably powerful and suppresses the whole world, can kill the celestials, has softened to a grandmaster.

Since ancient times, with the coercion of the Holy See, he has patrolled the world and given what he wanted.

For example, the Dark Council, the overlord of the European continent, was also beaten to the doorstep of the Holy See, and survived, but did not dare to invade the Holy See at all.

Qin Hao smiled faintly.

Dao Yuan Fruit is his opportunity to break through the heavens and men, and there are no treasures to exchange in the world.

Also, killing gods and Dracula, between words, there are many fears of the Holy See, and there must be heavenly beings who are hidden from the world.

Today, even if he made a deal, a fight with St. Peter would have damaged the face of the Holy See.

If nothing else, there must be a heavenly realm to kill him.

The strength is far greater than that of Killing God and Dracula.

Without Dao Yuanguo, how could he resist?

"Hmm. ”

St. Peter nodded and said no more.

When they reach this state, their hearts are as strong as iron, and it is difficult to change things that have been decided.

Qin Hao was taken aback.

In his senses, St. Peter, who is in the half-step realm of heaven and man, is far more threatening to him than Killing God and Dracula.

That's why he went to kill the two men first and missed St. Peter.

"No matter!"

Sitting still is not his style.

Qin Hao used his fist technique and blasted towards St. Peter.

St. Peter's expression was indifferent, and he flicked his fingers on the crystal ball again and again, sending out fierce and cold attacks one after another, which even the heavens and men were terrified.

Overwhelmed, swept everything, and killed Qin Hao.

"Open!"

Qin Hao roared, his true qi exploded, propped up a defense, faced countless attacks, and killed in front of St. Peter, his fist smashed down.

Airplanes!

The fist fell on St. Peter's body as if it were hitting a ball of cotton, without any force.

Immediately afterward, a force of shock appeared, shaking him out.

As he looked closely, layers of white light rose from St. Peter's body, enveloping him.

It's the moon-white robe!

Qin Hao's eyes narrowed.

The light dissipated, and the moon-white robe changed, becoming tattered like a beggar's outfit, stained with patches of blood.

The blood, which had long since dried up, revealed a distant breath, and I don't know how many years it had existed.

Saying that it was a robe was more like a rag, it was this inconspicuous rag that blocked his attacks.

"Something, it looks so powerful. ”

Everyone looked puzzled and puzzled.

The power of Qin Hao's fist, needless to say, even the Killing God and Dracula, such a heavenly and human realm could not be resisted.

This tattered robe must be extraordinary.

"It's ...... Shroud of the Holy Spirit. ”

The phantom's eyes froze, and a name suddenly appeared in his mind, and he shouted in shock.

"This is it, the treasure of the Holy See, rumored to have been stained with the blood of the gods, and has incredible power. ”

"It turned out to be it!"

"No wonder, even Qin Wushuang's attack can be blocked!"

"The attack is invincible, the defense is not broken, how can this be fought?"

......

Hearing the phantom tell the origin of the rag, everyone looked stunned, stared at the rag tightly, and shouted one after another.

"Haha, the path of heaven and earth, Qin Wushuang, the thousands of years of the Holy See's heritage is not something you can imagine. ”

The Rakshasa woman's heart was like ashes, and when she heard the words of everyone, she immediately came back to her senses and smiled sadly.

This time, no one laughed at her anymore.

It is rumored that the Shroud of the Holy Spirit is just an inconspicuous piece of linen, and it is only because it wraps the body of the ancestor of the Holy See and is stained with blood that it has mysterious power and has become a treasure of the Holy See.

The ancestor of the Holy See, such legendary figures, transcended the heavens and men, and was undoubtedly an immortal.

Qin Hao's eyes narrowed.

This shroud of the Holy Spirit turned out to be another treasure, and the level is not low, it is worthy of the Holy See, and it is really generous.