Lu Fan is here.

The whole West is boiling.

Vatican is a primitive ancient city that does not appear in the world, which has never been destroyed in previous wars and has stood since ancient times.

The black city shimmered with a cold metallic luster, and the ancient, vicissitudes, and divine aura permeated it, this is a city of gods and the abode of the saints. The entrance to the Secret Realm Heavenly Kingdom is in the middle of the city, and this city also exists to cover up the secret realm.

The grandeur and enormity of this city are beyond imagination, mortals cannot build it at all, and the walls are like black mountains, almost as high as the sky.

Through the huge open gates, you can see that there are ancient temples in the city, blooming with brilliant radiance, and on each church, there is a brilliant bloom, holy as heaven, and angels chanting in it.

There are many monks here, and everyone inside and outside the city is not a mortal, otherwise it would be impossible to enter this place.

As soon as Lu Fan appeared, nature naturally attracted people's attention, and for so many days, Lu Fan stepped on the secret realm, destroyed the gods, and moved the earth.

"Is he the strongest man on earth?"

"If you dare to offend my Holy See, you are really looking for death!"

"Blasphemer, damn it!"

There are alien gods talking.

The walls were filled with an army of believers and the Holy See, wrapped in pitch-black armor, like ancient paladins.

"Master, do you want to go straight in?" asked Miyamoto Yuki.

She had already broken through to the late stage of the Earth Immortal, with a large number of blood pills and a golden clan's Yuan Infant to help, directly crossing the three small realms.

The people from Longmen have basically arrived, as well as Lao Qinglong, etc., as well as the strong people in the East.

"No, they're already here. Lu Fan sneered.

Da-da-da-da!

One by one, the saints and saints dressed in white robes and shrouded in divine light rushed out.

Walking at the forefront is none other than the crown old man Gregory, a disciple of God, the third pope of the Holy See, and the strongest man in the world!

When the Pope appeared, everyone knew that this unprecedented decisive battle was finally about to begin. This battle will truly determine who is the real overlord of the earth.

Is it the East, or is it an alien!

"Respected Eastern powerhouse, why did you set foot in the realm of the gods?"

The senile pope spoke.

With every word he spoke, he coughed lightly and bent his body. But in the world, no one dares to underestimate and despise the slightest, this is a legendary character.

Gregory, the pinnacle of the Yuan Infant Realm, under his leadership, created the glory of the Holy See for thousands of years, and ranked one of the six strongest people in the world.

"You killed my slave and seriously injured my woman, and the Holy See should give me an explanation for this. ”

Lu Fan stood in front of the Vatican with his hands behind his back, his eyes cold.

In front of him were more than a dozen saints who shone with holy brilliance and were shrouded in infinite light, like messengers who came down from heaven to earth, as well as countless armies in the city.

However, he was not afraid.

"Bold, we are servants of God, how can a slave compare with us. ”

A blonde man wearing a black divine iron armor, with a dazzling look all over his body, and his hair was crystal clear, took a step forward. The man's appearance is extremely handsome, like a god general.

Paladin!

The leader of the Holy See's Paladin Legion, the one who once forced the Blood Ancestor to retreat. The world thought he had fallen, but he slept in heaven and reappeared a thousand years later. The power of light is extremely condensed, at least in the late Yuan Infant period.

"A brainwashed ant?"

Lu Fan's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand to hit it.

Bang!

The terrifying golden blood qi gushed out from Lu Fan's body, instantly filling thousands of feet and shaking the Holy City.

The entire Vatican is shaking, even if it is guarded by a formation, it is like a boat in the sea, Lu Fan's tiny figure is instantly pulled up, and in the eyes of everyone, it is like a god descending into the world. His palm, covering the sky and the sun, turned into a golden giant palm and slapped it in the air.

"Stop!"

More than a dozen saints changed color at the same time.

The Holy See, with its high hierarchy, is divided into popes, saints, and saints.

The saints equivalent to the Earth Immortal Realm struck one after another, one after another, cross light swords, judgment magic techniques, and holy flames, piercing the void and hitting the golden giant palm. It's a pity that before they got close, they were all washed away by the golden blood. That is the power of the Dacheng Divine Body, which is almost inviolable. Those saints not only did not force Lu Fan to retreat, but they were shocked and trembled, and they all retreated.

"Pope save me!"

The paladin's face changed wildly.

He pulled out the cross holy light sword on his waist, and the sword shone with brilliant brilliance, facing Lu Fan. It's a pity that in front of the golden giant palm, his holy sword is as fragile as rotten wood. Just heard a click, and the holy light that was more than ten feet long was snapped.

Just when the paladins were in danger, a long sigh suddenly came.

"Hey!"

I saw the Pope raise his eyelids and take a step forward.

Rumble!

Everyone felt that the whole ground shook. Millions of Roman citizens were so shocked that they jumped up from their chairs, and they could feel the tremors from hundreds of miles away.

The Pope's rickety body suddenly stood upright.

The wrinkles on his face quickly turned white and smooth, and in the snap of his fingers, the Pope changed from a drooping old man to a handsome and dashing middle-aged man. The power of light is surging, far surpassing all the saints, and even comparable to the demon ancestor.

"Verdict!"

Just listen to the pope's mouth, spitting out two ancient syllables.

It is the oldest language of the Light Clan, and it is said to be the language of immortals, with extraordinary magical powers.

Sure enough, in the void, a holy pillar of light descended suddenly.

The pillar of light was the size of a bucket and full of destruction, like a laser, enough to flatten a mountain, but it wasn't the limit.

At this time, the Vatican was also shining brightly, and in every church, there was a surging holy power coming from the sky, blessing it, and the pillar of light quickly turned into the thickness of a big tree, and the three of them could not hug each other. The pillar of light fell from the sky, shaking the void, and before it got close, everyone could see that in the brilliance, one after another brilliant electric light was shining, and each electric light contained the purest purifying breath.

Verdict.

The Divine Technique of the Light Clan, known as the Light of Purification, can destroy all evil.

Seeing such a terrifying power, Zhang Yuwei, Su Yulan, and others in the rear held their breath at the same time, and they were a little worried in their hearts.

"Bang!"

This divine technique, which was fully launched by the Pope and used the power of faith of the entire Holy City, slammed into the golden giant palm. But unexpectedly, it only made the golden giant palm tremble slightly, and it didn't stop it in the slightest.

"Click. ”

The paladins were all slapped by Lu Fan with one palm, and the flesh and blood were blurred on the spot, and even the armor on his body was slapped into a meat patty. On the holy ground, a huge palm print appeared, delicate and delicate, and the mirror was like a plane.

One blow, the paladin is dead!

"Blasphemer!"

Many of the saints were in tears.

They were both angry and shocked in their hearts, angry at Lu Fan's hot hands, but surprised that the Pope's action was matched with the power of faith in the Holy City, but they couldn't stop Lu Fan.

You must know that the ancient city of Vatican, blessed by countless generations of saints, and worshiped by hundreds of millions of believers, has long been full of charm. In each church, a huge amount of faith power is stored, and the dozens of churches combined are comparable to the power of more than a dozen Yuan Infant Realm saints joining forces.

Doesn't this mean that Lu Fan alone is stronger than a dozen saints?

"Holy See, nothing more than that. ”

Lu Fan snapped his fingers.

Lu Fan didn't want to care about what the Holy See had done since it was born, it was a matter for Westerners. But they manipulated the fierce beast to attack the east, and the broken army died tragically, and Zhang Yuwei was seriously injured, which Lu Fan could not tolerate.

"Lord Lumen, you are the strongest in the East, and we respect your strength. But here, it is the realm of God, and God is sheltering. You are good at killing God's servants, and you really think that my Holy See has no power to resist?"

The Pope's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was cold.

"Really, just with you chickens and dogs?"

Lu Fan glanced around at everyone and a sneer appeared on his face.

There were originally twenty saints in the Holy See, but first seven of them fell in the first battle of Tianchi, and then the paladins died, and now there are only more than ten. Lu Fan can be killed with a snap of his fingers, and at most he can clean up the Pope's troubles.

"Add us!"

There was a bang, and it came suddenly.

Knock knock!!

The thunder of war drums came from the distant sky. Countless onlookers looked up. I saw an incredible scene. In the sky, there was a huge tide, and the tide was surging like a carpet.

The sea tribes of Atlantis have arrived.