Gold Mountain, the most complex city in the United States, is the birthplace of culture and evil.

Jinshan Church, this is the place where Gula used to live in seclusion, when he was there, there was an endless stream of people who came to pray sincerely and ask God and spirit, but since Gula was killed by Chu Yunfei, this church has gradually declined, and there are fewer and fewer people, and it has reached the point where no one cares about it and no one takes care of it.

Jinshan Church, at this moment, has begun to draw wire nets, dust is all over the table, there is no light in the church, it is pitch black, and it looks extremely cold.

But in the vacuum between the church and the top of the ceiling, a figure looms, sometimes disappearing, sometimes appearing, and darkness seems to be his closest friend.

Suddenly, a holy light shone brightly, illuminating the entire church as if it were daylight, and the figure disappeared in an instant.

A young man with a holy spear strode out of the church, and the brilliance of this path was shot from the light gun on his back, which was very mysterious.

His eyes swept over the church, and suddenly he grabbed his palm and pressed it to a space next to him.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound in the air, and the entire church shook and almost collapsed.

But the space he attacked was nothing.

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he had already drawn out the holy light spear behind his back, and the next moment, he held the light spear in his hand and pointed it straight at a place on the side.

"Buzz!"

The strange fluctuations dispersed, and this shot had no real power, but it completely sealed the space on that side in an instant.

And the moment his holy light spear was lit, it had stopped halfway, and something invisible seemed to hold the body of his spear.

"Sherlock Dahl, come out, I'm coming for you!"

The young man's voice was cold, and he said in a deep voice into the space in front of him.

In the space illuminated by the Holy Light, a palm first appeared, clutching the body of the spear, and then a figure finally appeared.

He was dressed in a blue robe, looking like a middle-aged man, like a Western nobleman, with the meaning of reincarnation in his eyes, the backbone of vicissitudes, and he seemed to have experienced the world.

"'Holy Lance' Bogu, I have never had any friendship with you, and I have nothing to do with the Judgment Office, you came to me, is there something wrong?"

The middle-aged man in this blue robe turned out to be the famous "Hermit" Sherlock Dahl, who ranked second in the international combat power list fifty years ago.

He looked at the young man holding the holy spear, slowly let go of his palm, and said expressionlessly.

The young man also withdrew the holy spear and inserted it back into the holster behind his back, with an unusual smile in his eyes.

"Sherlock Dahl, it's true that there isn't much friendship between you and me, but now, we seem to have a common enemy!"

"It's not just me coming to you this time, you should be able to sense that there are eleven more people around the church!"

Of course, Sherlock Dahl had already sensed the eleven extremely powerful aura around the church, and everyone, the cultivation was not weaker than him in the slightest, and even a few points stronger than him.

He was also greatly surprised in his heart, and asked directly, "I really want to know, who can make the supreme existence of the Inquisition, the twelve Judgment Kings, regard as enemies?"

"Moreover, he was able to get the twelve of you to go out together, what kind of person is it, with such great ability and deterrence?"

Shylockdahl knew very well that the holy spear in front of him, Bogu, was one of the twelve judges of the Inquisition.

"This person, you must have heard of it, is the most powerful new master in China today!"

"Gula, who was ranked above you in the international combat power list back then, died at his hands!"

"He is now on the plane to Jinshan, and he will arrive at Jinshan in the evening, if our intelligence is not wrong, he is here for you this time, and the amplification water essence in your hand is his target!"

When Sherlock Dahl heard this, he finally changed color.

"Huaxia, you mean, Emperor Chu Qingyu?"

He almost immediately thought of this name, looking at the current martial artists in Huaxia, there is no second person who has the ability to pose a threat to him, except for Chu Yunfei.

Not long ago, he had obtained the amplification water stock solution from Gao Bainian, and he was still researching this liquid, wanting to know the formula of the amplification water.

This kind of original liquid, just a drop, can make his strength increase, it can be said to be a priceless treasure, as long as he masters its formula, he can completely use it and become his own power amplifier.

In Jinshan, the entire underground world is controlled by his descendants, and he can be said to have a network of connections, and the slightest wind and grass can't hide from him, but he never expected that Huaxia's current supreme master would come to Jinshan in person in order to increase the water essence.

Although he asked himself, his strength was not at all blood-transfused Gula and Francis, but Chu Yunfei was a figure he was absolutely afraid of.

"What are you looking for me for? just to inform me about this?"

He seemed to think of something, and his eyes lifted to look directly at Bogu.

Bogu, the youngest of the twelve Judgment Kings, had a trace of cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Since there is a common enemy between you and me, what we have to do is to join forces to completely strangle this enemy!"

"We, the Twelve Judgment Kings, are all dispatched this time in order to deal with Chu Qingyu!"

"We always like to be 100% sure of what we do, and we come to you in the hope that you can work with us!"

The Holy Spear Bogu clenched his fist, and a strange fluctuation spread throughout the church, and the Spear of Holy Light behind him shone even brighter.

"Your Sherlock Dahl's invisibility technique is unparalleled in the world, and you can completely conceal your breath, if you don't concentrate on it, it will be difficult to find your traces!"

"What we want is for you to use as a hidden chess move to have the effect of killing with one hit!"

"Chu Qingyu, our Twelve Judgment Kings will work hard from the front!"

"And you, just need to see the right time......"

As he spoke, he swiped his palm lightly around his neck in a decapitation gesture.

Sherlock Dahl didn't respond, and seemed to be hesitating, but the Holy Lance Bogu clearly didn't have the patience.

"Of course, this is our invitation to you, you can not agree, but I think you should know the pros and cons!"

Sherlock Dahl's pupils shrank, and the expression on his face changed rapidly, and finally, cold murderous intent spread all over his face, and he nodded heavily.

"Good, I'll do it!"

The flight from Beijing to Jinshan has landed at Jinshan Airport, and Chu Yunfei and his party got off the plane one after another and gathered at the airport gate.

As soon as they left the airport, a group of crazy foreigners were already gathered outside the airport, including many Chinese Americans.

Many of them were holding a fluorescent sign in their hands, as if they were crazy, and one scream after another screamed.

In the airport passage, a gorgeously dressed young woman strode out surrounded by bodyguards, showing her luxury.

She kept waving to the people around her, smiling kindly and kindly, and the atmosphere of the people became even more excited, screaming at the top of her voice.

Chu Yunfei didn't pay attention to it, just walked forward on his own, but Peng Yaqi and Xu Wei, who were traveling together, were suddenly stunned, and then there was a look of disbelief in their eyes, and they were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

"Oh my God, isn't that Shu Zeyu?"