The six bronze coffins trembled violently in the air, and the people inside the coffins had obviously moved the largest Mana, the void was collapsing, and the wind was circulating between the cracks.

The whole sky, at this moment, seemed to turn into a big face covered with scars, and the terrifying huge mouth opened wide in the middle.

At this moment, everyone heard a heartbeat, like a cowhide drum, beating between heaven and earth.

Even the hearts of the people fluttered, and those who did not cultivate enough quickly accelerated their blood flow, making it difficult to control themselves, their minds were swollen, and they could not control themselves.

"She's awake."

Pope Gregory's voice was a little low, looking at the air with a resolute look in his eyes.

Zhang Xuansheng was naturally not affected, but he found that even Joan of Arc's face was not very good, so he knew how strong the magic of the heartbeat just now was.

The six bronze coffins in the sky no longer swayed, and if this indecent situation was seen by that adult, there was no need for them to find a way to break free.

At this time, I don't know if it's an illusion, but many people seem to feel that a pair of eyes have opened between heaven and earth, looking at everyone, as if their whole body has been seen through.

At the same time, the pitch black, dark red, heavy and oppressive magic flowed from the great mouth.

Like sticky demonic blood, it fell from the sky and was about to be sprinkled on the earth, turning this holy place into an abyssal purgatory.

Joan of Arc's eyes were full of disbelief, although her cultivation time was not comparable to those of the older ones, her talent was obviously excellent, and she was naturally considered an expert.

How high and how dense does a person's magic power have to be in order to create such an annihilating scene when it escapes?

Is this really the power that the Fourteenth Order can have?

Or did this Demon Dao Ancestor have crossed that line and achieved the fifteenth order that no one had ever done before?

Zhang Xuansheng also frowned slightly, although he had never seen the real Immortal King, he still asked Doudou to help him see the image in Jiuxiao OL, and he had also seen the Immortal King's shot in the "Shura Dragon King God of War" dungeon before.

Jiuxiao OL is equivalent to a semi-real world, and the level of strength, Dao and perception are all consistent with the real world.

In his current opinion, this so-called Demon Dao Ancestor, even if it is not the strength of the Immortal King, is definitely not an ordinary Immortal Venerable level that can be measured, it is probably a half-step Immortal King?

He looked at the Pope, feeling that this old man was a little untruthful, really just let me be used as a shield to protect your Holy Guard?

How do I think, you can't handle the other party yourself!

In the air, the viscous strange magic power fell like magma on the defensive magic circle built by all the mages before, and the magic circle actually squeaked as if it had been suppressed by a heavy object, as if it was unbearable.

"Click-click-click-"

The sound of footsteps sounded between the heavens and the earth, unhurried, but it seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart.

A huge black mouth in the air walked out of a woman wearing a black and purple close-fitting robe.

The woman's appearance looks very young, a typical Western beauty, with long black hair, which adds a bit of grace to it, and a close-fitting robe outlines her figure to the fullest, full of temptation, but the temperament looks a little cold, which makes people dare not look directly.

Of course, Zhang Xuansheng was not among them, he looked at this Mebis with interest, and said that this is an old witch, and it is well maintained.

Mebis raised her hand lightly and waved it slowly, as if she had wiped something off the drawing board.

Then the six bronze coffins were opened, and six figures came out of them, kneeling down on one knee, each with their heads bowed, waiting for orders.

"Boy, what term are you now?"

Mebis said lightly, looking at the old Pope condescendingly, as if she was the empress of the kingdom of God, and Gregory was just a sinner waiting for trial.

Zhang Xuansheng didn't understand it too much, and he still relied on the translation of Joan of Arc to figure it out.

"Grigory. Leo, I didn't expect you to be as young as the legend says. ”

The Pope was not angry either, and after introducing himself, he sighed a little.

He now somewhat understood why this Demon Dao Ancestor did this, no beautiful woman wanted her face to grow old, let alone a peerless demon flower like the other party.

She longs for power, for longevity, and for beauty, for her, she is above everything else, and all living beings can sacrifice for her.

Although Gregory has lived for a thousand years, he is far from living enough, but this is the end, and it is not good that he died peacefully, remembered by posterity on inscriptions and engraved in the statues of successive popes in the Holy Land.

He believes that a person's life should not be measured by its length, and that the monks of the East are often in retreat for hundreds of years and thousands of years, but how much life can they really enjoy.

Those who have lived for tens of thousands of years may not have a better life than him.

The same is true for Mebis in front of him, he knows that the first soul of the soul mound almost never wakes up, and relies on others to collect life force for it.

So what's the point of living millions of years and sleeping all the time?

In the air, Mebis's spiritual power swept across the entire square, as if he was reviewing his own army, not caring at all about the gaze of those Holy Guard soldiers.

Only when she saw Zhang Xuansheng, her eyes stayed slightly longer, she had heard that the ninth soul spirit had been killed by a young man from the East, but she didn't care much about it before.

The Ninth Soul is just a tool for collecting life force, and she can be promoted and cultivated at any time, and she doesn't care about that oriental man.

Because at this point in her, it is already difficult to punish her with the crippled will of this world, even if the other party is blessed by the will of the world, he will not kill him.

But she didn't expect that this oriental man would be so handsome, actually, so handsome!

If you don't kill it, you will bring it back to the soul mound and teach it well.

Zhang Xuansheng couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, looked at Mebis in the air, and said in his heart that this old witch wouldn't think anything wrong about herself.

"This is the helper you hired?"

Mebis smiled, a little disdainful, she didn't come out all these years just waiting for that world to come again, and she didn't want to wake up and waste more life.

But seeing that the time is approaching, she is born to slaughter the Holy See, so what's the matter?

The Pope did not answer, but said in a voice like Zhang Xuansheng: "Little friend Xuansheng, you and I will fly up together when the war starts, the Magician Legion needs to protect the Holy City, we have a lot less strength, and we may need your help in advance." ”

Although Zhang Xuansheng was a little slanderous in his heart, he still nodded in agreement, feeling that he was on a thief ship, and he couldn't say that he would have to clean up the mess by himself in the end.

He wondered if he couldn't get Mebis today, if he would fool a few thugs from the upper realm.