Ye Qinghan sighed in his heart, and before he knew it, he and Felena had already cut off the mess, and they could only take one step at a time.

The place where the dark demon god shot was far away from here, and after the attack failed, he immediately made a decision and fled quickly. With Ye Qinghan's divine thoughts, he couldn't discover his existence. After some searching, I had to give up. He didn't expect that the Dark Curia hadn't been safely destroyed, but their headquarters were on that island, and now that the island was destroyed, it was impossible to find their lair. It's the Holy Sect of Light, where is the big holy city, it's easy to find.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Qinghan took Felena and rushed towards the Holy City of the Bright Holy Sect. Even if the Dark Curia is not completely destroyed, there will not be much remnant left. On the other hand, the Holy Sect of Light, all of the creatures that came from outside the territory were attacked, and the true foundation was still unshakable. With the existence of these fanatics, there may be a time when so-called gods and angels will be summoned, and their foundations must be severed.

"How is it possible that the breath of the great God of Light has disappeared? Is God going to abandon His people?" It's just that at this moment, the Pope in the golden robe felt that the aura was constantly dissipating, and the entire Holy City didn't seem to have changed in the slightest, but it was much less divine vitality.

He is the Pope, and he has the ability to communicate with the god of light, so he can naturally sense the disappearance of the aura of the god of light. He stood in the middle of the palace in a daze, his palm pinching the armrest of the papal throne hard, with great fear in his heart.

He sensed that death was approaching, but he didn't even have the courage to escape, how could a mortal like him be able to deal with an opponent who could destroy all the gods? Moreover, the foundation of the Holy Sect of Light is the power of faith, if there is no Holy City, and there is no way to collect faith, where will there be a chance to turn over in the future?

He struggled to figure out what to do, hoping to find the best of both worlds. It's just that he underestimated Ye Qinghan's speed, and it took less than an hour to get an exclamation from the disappearance of the light god's breath to the holy city.

"Surrender or die, the choice is yours!" Pope Jiao

After rushing out of the palace in a hurry, he heard the cold voice of the black-haired oriental youth in the sky. Ye Qinghan spoke in Chinese, but at the same time, a divine will swept by, and millions of people in the Holy City understood the meaning of his words. Many people were running in panic, trying to escape from here, but they were driven back by Felena, who had been guarding outside for a long time.

Those who ran away saw that Felena was only one person, and naturally chose to resist. However, after Felena ran the [Heavenly Witch Scriptoon] to summon countless dark shadows, she fled back to the Holy City in terror.

Everyone's eyes looked at the sluggish pope in front of the church, the God of Light was already ingrained in the hearts of these people, even if they knew that Ye Qinghan in the sky might kill them, they still didn't dare to easily disobey the pope's will. Everything here, after all, has to be made by the Pope to make a choice.

Ye Qinghan's gaze was also looking at the Pope, and his gaze was calm. It's just that the Pope felt an incomparably powerful aura enveloping him, making his breathing suffocating. He was horrified to find that this aura was actually more powerful than the aura when the God of Light came, which made his heart tremble.

"Who the hell are you, and what is happening to the Great God of Light?" the Pope asked loudly, taking a deep breath.

"If you surrender, from today onwards, I will be your god! If you resist, you will follow your god and disappear from this world!" Ye Qinghan said slowly, the killing intent on his body was permeated, and countless people on the ground knelt down directly as soon as their legs were weak.

Ye Qinghan knew that these people had a firm belief in the God of Light, and if they didn't come up with something practical, I was afraid they wouldn't be able to truly deter them. Holding the sword of the Son of Heaven in his hand, he waved it slightly, and saw countless corpses fall from the sky like snowflakes, and in a moment they were piled up into a hill in the square in the center of the church.

"Aren't these holy angels of light? Are they dead?"

"God, what kind of devil is this, he actually slaughtered so many angels!"

"How can we resist the devil who can't be purified by the light of God?"

See the corpses of those angels, of the Holy City

The faith in the hearts of those who still had some expectations for the so-called God of Light was almost collapsed, and their faces were like ashes, and their eyes were glazed to look at the mountain of corpses.

"Is this a miracle? where did he conjure these corpses?" someone finally noticed the inexplicable appearance of those corpses, and exclaimed in some surprise.

Maybe it was this quiet remark that reminded some people, and someone in the crowd suddenly rose into the air, holding a long sword and shooting at Ye Qinghan.

"Wicked Oriental, do you think that such a trick can fool the people of the great God of Light, and the glory of God is with us!" roared the man, his sword shining with a scorching white light.

"Dare to blaspheme the holy angels, you are a heretic who should be burned at the stake! The great God of Light is with us, and will never allow a heresy like you to appear in the world created by God!"

To be able to become fanatical believers in the God of Light, and to be able to stay in this safest holy city in this troubled era full of crises, these people are naturally not ordinary people. Western forces are not like Huaxia, they have magical Dao cultivation, but they also have various special abilities, which are enough to be proud of all ordinary people.

Fire, Wind, Ice, Light......

The sky above the central square of the church was extremely bright, and many people below cheered with joy. In their opinion, in front of so many ability masters, no matter how powerful Ye Qinghan was, he couldn't resist it.

However, the cheers only rang out, and a huge palm fell from the sky, and the sound of popping continued to sound, and those who were able to spit blood from their mouths fell weakly from the air.

The place where he landed was on the hill where the corpses of the angels were piled up. Touching the stiff bodies of those angels, feeling the divine light remaining on the corpses, their faces were as white as earth. At this time, how could they not know that these angels were really dead.

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