The whole holy city began to be obscured by endless light.

The sword of the king of Yue, the half-volume of the "Art of War" of Taigong, Solomon's Temple and the Abrahamic Monolith—the four sides wrestle.

The four holy relics divided the holy city into four battlefields without restraint.

Smoke and dust rose from the ground.

In the thick of smoke.

Each of the relics reveals its own vision.

There is like an ancient chant, wandering on the broken earth, merciful to the world.

There was endless killing, and the sky-rushing sword intent that was not concealed at all stirred the sea of clouds.

It looks like a sacrifice in the middle of a long history, and in the illusory picture, someone has placed a brilliant golden ark of the covenant in the majestic hall.

There was also the sound of reading like an ancient, and the golden pages in Hu Ziming's hand were turned open to reveal the broken and missing golden words.

The sound of an ancient reading cycle here.

Armor array.

It seems that there are countless people sending troops to set up.

The holy city has become a four-legged stand.

The ruined city became even more dilapidated, and the dilapidated buildings that were still standing also completely collapsed at this moment.

Endless power baptizes the earth.

The whole earth was ploughed.

Not far from Solomon's Temple, Hu Ziming staggered to his feet while holding the half-volume of "The Art of War" in his hand.

There was confusion in his eyes.

"What happened?"

It was too sudden.

There was not the slightest warning.

Wujie also held the bronze ancient sword in his hand and looked at the four directions.

In the distance, the people of the various sects who had just stepped down from the gate tower of the Holy City were swept away.

It's like sweeping away the leaves in autumn.

There was not the slightest struggle.

It can only drift in the direction where the wind came.

In the end, it really proves that when people fly high, they really fall like fallen leaves.

The crowd was swept out of the holy city.

Then, in the Holy City, under the endless pressure, the whole earth began to crumble, like cracked earth scorched on a fire.

The sound of "Click! Click!" reverberated across the earth.

And with it comes cracks.

"It's like something happened that we didn't know about, otherwise Solomon's Temple and Abraham's monolith wouldn't have erupted at the same time. ”

The voice of the "old dead" was still hoarse.

The clothes he was wrapped in began to crack.

The dry muscles and bones were exposed, and the outer wraps of the face were all cracked, revealing a seeping face.

Just now, something happened suddenly, and the "old dead man" subconsciously defended, and the endless yin qi gushing out broke his clothes.

He was now looking at his feet, thoughtful.

"There seems to be something under the earth. ”

"Old dead man" pondered for a while before he said slowly.

"Underground?"

Hu Ziming and Wujie hurriedly lowered their heads.

Look at the cracked earth beneath your feet.

But they got nothing.

"Crunch!"

At this time, an ancient sound of the door opening was heard.

The golden door of Solomon's Temple, in front of the eyes of everyone in Kyushu, slowly opened.

Inside the temple was an endless white, like a world without darkness.

An old man dressed in modern clothes stepped out of it.

He was in high spirits, and at this time he showed a spirit that was completely inconsistent with his age.

"Malamud?"

Hu Ziming was stunned, and then immediately recognized the person in front of him - the spiritual leader of Judaism.

On the other side, a middle-aged man also walked out of the rock hall.

He was neither sad nor happy, and looked at Malamud across the air.

In the shattered land, there are no more complete buildings, only the Rock Hall and Solomon's Temple are still entrenched.

"Kyushu people?"

Malamud seemed to have reached some agreement with the person opposite, and he turned his head and frowned.

"Yes, we were invited by the Lord of the Holy City, and our purpose is only to help the Holy City defend Solomon's Temple. ”

Hu Ziming glanced at it and replied.

He knew Malamud, the spiritual leader of Judaism, and the Lord of the Holy City had an extremely good relationship.

If this starts, it will be considered bad.

It's a bit of a feeling of your own people beating your own people.

"I see. ”

Malamud nodded.

"Let's clean up these outsiders first. ”

Malamud looked at the crowd in the distance, then held out his hand.

A pure white light lit up from his fingertips.

The entire temple of Solomon seems to be one with Malamud.

The light crossed the space and rushed out of the Holy City, towards the people outside the city.

Tianzhu and the others, who had just been swept out of the Holy City, were once again pulled back by the Holy Light.

"Man, please put it down. ”

This is a middle-aged man at the gate of the rock hall talking.

His voice had the air of the language of the Holy City.

That smell of antiquity and religion.

"Enemy!"

Malamud glanced at the middle-aged man coldly, and just said two words.

"Please return the Green Cultists. ”

The middle-aged man in front of Yan Tang did not back down at all.

He pointed to Abdul and the others in the crowd.

"He's my friend. ”

Malamud explained in a rare way.

"Please return the Green Cultists. ”

The middle-aged man still repeats his own words.

After glancing at the middle-aged man, Malamud threw Abdul and the others over with a wave of his hand.

The rest were interned outside the golden basilica of Solomon's Temple.

At this time, the black-clothed patriarch, who was seriously injured and unconscious, woke up.

He reluctantly opened his eyes and said:

"Your Excellency Malamud, we are friends, and you and His Excellency the Ecumenical Patriarch should have communicated. ”

"Shut up!"

Malamud ignored the black-clad patriarch, he just said two words coldly.

Then, with a flick of the fingers of his right hand, the people who were detained in front of the golden gates of Solomon's temple were thrown into Solomon's temple.

After dealing with the rest of the people, Malamud's gaze returned to the people of Kyushu.

"Friends of Kyushu, please leave. ”

Hu Ziming frowned and said:

"I'm sorry, but it's the Lord of the Holy City who invited us, and only he can decide whether or not we leave. ”

"And we can't guarantee right now that Solomon's Temple is safe in your hands. ”

There was a sudden silence in the air.

"You guys!"

"Darkness!"

Malamud looked at the "old dead" and frowned.

The "old dead man" raised his eyebrows, revealing an oozing expression.

"Look, if you're dead, maybe you're not as good as me!"

"Old Dead," Malamud said, giving him a cold look.

What's wrong?

He died and died, and he didn't provoke anyone.

"As for you, without that thing behind you, I'll let you have two hands. ”

The "old dead" himself thinks very clearly, and now it is two to two.

The two relics in their hands were in a stalemate with Solomon's two relics.

Coupled with the fact that the treasures in these two holy cities were obviously not on the same front, there was no need for him to instigate anyone.

After all, not all treasures are called heirloom jade seals.