The catacombs are eerie, spiraling down the steps, the light fading as if it could swallow everything.

Master Fang, dressed in a black night robe, walked lightly and cautiously followed behind the two priests wearing brown hoods.

When Master Fang entered the Laudis Sacred Spring, he found that the spring was almost dry, the ordinary stream water was useless, and the spiritual spring was taken away by those priests.

Wang Zixuan asked him to take the spring water, obviously this matter is very important, if it is messed up, Master Fang can't afford to lose this old face, so he simply followed these priests, trying to find an opportunity to quietly get some spring water, but he didn't expect that he would follow him all the way to the Catacombs of Paris.

There were only a few lines of text hastily carved on the stone wall, and Master Fang couldn't understand the content on it.

The interior of the cemetery is made of limestone bedrock, which is as solid as a castle, but the atmosphere inside is breathtaking.

Human bones were piled up on the ground, skulls dangling from the walls, and the black, hollow eye sockets of the skulls stared at him.

Through the faint light of the passage, looking at the wall made of thousands of human bones, even if Master Fang was bold, his palms were sweaty.

The deeper he went, the more solemn Master Fang's face became, and the catacombs seemed to never end.

The bones he saw were millions of people, worthy of the Empire of Death.

In the gloomy passage, only the footsteps of the two priests could be heard, and Master Fang hid in the shadows, watching them stop in front of a mottled stone tablet engraved with these few Latin inscriptions.

The two priests pulled out the water bags, sprinkled the water of the Laudice spring on the stone tablet, held the cross in both hands, and prayed incessantly.

The spring water soaked, the stele fluoresced, and the black spots on it disappeared, making it much whiter.

It was too wasteful to use it to wash the stone stele, Master Fang frowned.

He twisted his hands and feet, and leapt up behind the two priests who were engaged in prayer, and slashed them all with two swords.

Master Fang was overjoyed in his heart.

Take out the magic gourd, take the water bags of the two people and pour them into the gourd, quickly fill the gourd, Master Fang threw the water bag to the ground, creating the illusion that the water bag fell on the ground and the spring water ran dry.

Suddenly, there was a terrible cry. Master Fang was very experienced, but he shuddered when he heard this terrifying voice.

He stared at it, only to see countless arms stretching out from the wall, actually dragging the two unconscious priests into the wall, and it was too late for Master Fang to rescue him.

"What the hell is this?" Master Fang's forehead was sweating, and he shook an evil spirit talisman, he couldn't help but remember what Wang Zixuan had said about the danger here, and he had the idea of retreating.

Master Fang walked away quickly, just as he was leaving the catacomb.

A moment later, two black-robed men came to the place where the incident had happened before, and they picked up the water bags on the ground.

"Fao, a stranger has come, go investigate, bring our people back!" said a black-robed ascetic.

"I haven't seen the sun in 20 years, and this time it's just a vacation!" The man who responded was burly, two meters three tall, and his voice was like a bell, and he took off his hood, revealing his golden Mediterranean hairstyle.

With a two-meter-long giant sword behind him, he is a Paladin of the Holy See.

Master Fang walked briskly in the moonlight, happily picked up the gourd and shook it, this trip to France finally achieved its goal, and when he went back, Wang Zixuan would definitely help him break through the Qi Realm.

Suddenly, his heart froze, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced behind him, a tall and burly Western man, with a cigar in his mouth, was looking at him with his shoulders crossed.

An ascetic of the Holy See?

The strength is unfathomable.

Master Fang covered his face with a black scarf and galloped under his feet, and the Western man followed unhurriedly.

Between chasing and running, the Western man said something, but he couldn't understand the language, and Master Fang didn't want to reveal his identity, so he simply pretended to be deaf and dumb and ran.

But gradually, Master Fang was about to despair, and Western men were like ghosts, even if they got rid of him, they could always catch up with him quickly.

Seeing that the other party was catching up, Master Fang couldn't help but be happy when he saw the Seine River in front of him.

He walked quickly to the shore and plunged headlong into the Seine, many tourists on the bank exclaimed, and the police rushed to blow the siren when they heard the news.

The paladin named Fao came to the shore and looked at the water of the Seine quietly with interest, and a sneer rose at the corner of his mouth: "You can't run away!"

Master Fang was born in Paijiao, is an expert in playing with water, a few kilometers away on the water, Master Fang showed his head, at a glance saw the landmark Notre Dame Cathedral, this should be thrown off.

"Now hurry up and pick up something at the hotel, and then go back to Xiangjiang!" Master Fang muttered and swam to the shore.

The clothes were dripping down, and Master Fang was about to get on the road, when his scalp suddenly went numb, and he turned around suddenly, and found that the "bald head" was behind him.

How is this possible, how is it possible for the other party to find themselves?

"Where are your companions, where are our people?" said Fao, grimacing.

Master Fang couldn't understand French, so he turned around and ran towards the Seine again.

Fa'o's eyes narrowed, and he came behind Master Fang as soon as he jumped up, Master Fang rolled to avoid it, but a fist was still imprinted on Master Fang's back, and with a click, Master Fang was like being hit by a truck, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

But he was in danger, shook his hand and threw out a handful of rune paper, tumbling and jumping into the water.

"It's ...... Spells from the East?" Paladin Fao frowned as he recognized the rune paper burning in the air.

At this moment he began to get serious.

……

Wang Zixuan got out of the car, and Liu Jialiang and Du Kun followed behind with a box.

Liu Jialiang really has a long insight today, and the best jade and jade jewelry known as the "king of jade" is actually a big box, and I don't know who is so generous.

"Master Wang, where do you put it?" said Liu Jialiang with a smile.

"Put it in the study, what does Master Liu drink?" Wang Zixuan said with a smile.

"Don't be thirsty, Master Wang, these jade artifacts are in good condition. Liu Jialiang grinned.

"Heroes see the same thing, and I think so too. Wang Zixuan nodded.

"Uh......" Liu Jialiang was speechless, he meant that Wang Zixuan had so many jades, and he would also give him one.

Suddenly the phone rang, Du Kun ran to answer the phone, and after listening to it, he hurriedly handed it to Wang Zixuan: "Senior brother, Master Fang called!"

"Oh?" Wang Zixuan hurriedly took the phone.

When Master Fang heard Wang Zixuan's voice, he felt extremely kind, Wang Zixuan seemed to have a kind of magic power in his body, which could make him calm down, and he told him what had happened.

Wang Zixuan frowned when he heard this, how could he worry about something, Fang Dianyou actually provoked the paladin of the Vatican Holy See, this kind of cultivator is biased towards refining the body and willpower, like a martial artist, but it is different.

Paladins advocate spiritual ideals, respect only the church, abide by the spirit of open competition and fair competition, and have the character of a bold warrior who keeps his promises, is helpful, and sacrifices for his ideals and honor.

But paladins tend to be arrogant, prone to extremes and too rigid in formality, and once they decide that you are an enemy, they will not die.