"That's ...... What?"

On the walls of the Holy City, everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them.

From a distance, on the Gobi Desert, a huge invisible barrier in the wind and sand blocks everything.

It's like a moving castle suddenly appears in mid-air, defending its territory.

Compared to the sanctity of Solomon's Temple and Abraham's Monolith in the Holy City, the aura coming from there is terrifying.

It was an incomparably chilling killing intent.

Blood surging in front of people's eyes like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

It's like ten thousand arrows firing at once, and countless sharp arrows make people shudder.

Everyone could feel as if a sword was sharp around their necks.

Life and death are snatched, in a thought.

"It's scary!"

Abdul, dressed in a rather religious attire, couldn't help but shudder.

He couldn't imagine what it was.

Is it the demons of hell?

"It's supposed to be a holy relic in Kyushu, and I've only felt this feeling on the sword of Cass in the Pope's hand. ”

"But unlike the holiness of the Sword of Cass, it feels like a battlefield, like a killing hell. ”

The cardinal was a little incredulous.

The people of Kyushu took out the holy relics of Kyushu like this?

Unless, this is not their only holy thing.

The cardinal was taken aback by his thoughts.

But thinking back to the evaluation of Kyushu by the white-robed old man with a crown on his head in the City of Prophets, he looked at the mark in his hand and was silent.

He still remembered that the Pope had said that the land was once powerful beyond the imagination of the world.

"Kyushu, this is the essence of an ancient great country. ”

The cardinal commented.

And Galava, who was standing not far from the Papal faction, frowned.

Even with hubris as he had to admit the power of the terror.

Pure and terrible.

The arrival of the Kyushu Empire made him a little uneasy.

The endless killing intent was like a cold wind that pierced through the bones.

And the black-clothed patriarch, who also stood above the holy city, did not say a word.

But the black-clothed patriarch's brows furrowed deeply, obviously his heart was not at peace.

However, no matter what everyone thinks, the great monk Wujie will not stop at all.

In the middle of the desert, Wujie was draped in a loose robe, revealing muscular arms like steel poured, and his hands were holding the sword that belonged to King Goujian of Yue as if he were holding a huge ancient bell.

The breath of ancient bronze.

The feeling of bloody rain and bloody wind.

There is also a power that is unmatched by speechlessness.

The sword of this Son of Heaven is angry and ambushes millions of corpses.

Holding the sword without precepts, every step is deeply immersed in the earth.

It's like carrying Mount Tai on top.

In the yellow sand, endless murderous aura came out from the long sword and advanced against the wind and sand.

It's easy to get rid of.

Wind and sand retrograde.

With the footsteps of Wujie, Hu Ziming and the others strode into the holy city.

There is no hard struggle, it is as normal as eating and drinking.

Walking into the Holy City, King Yue's sword put more and more pressure on everyone in the Holy City.

Stepping into the holy city, the traces of ancient times, mysterious religious colors and the splendor rising to the sky are intertwined.

The result is a beautiful picture.

But this is not the time to see the scenery.

Holding his hand on top of a golden scroll, Hu Ziming could even clearly feel everyone's gaze.

Turning his head to look at the people on the walls of the Holy City, Hu Ziming spoke.

"Translate, make it clear what we're here for. ”

"Yes!"

An interpreter came out of the Kyushu procession, and he saluted the city wall before he spoke:

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have been invited by the Holy City to guard Solomon's palace in the Holy City, so please do not embarrass us. ”

After these words fell, the people above the city walls fell into an eerie silence.

Naturally, they came for Solomon's temple.

Non-conflict means abandoning Solomon's Temple.

How can you not be silent.

It took a long time for someone to speak:

"Naturally, we will not embarrass you, but not necessarily the Papal ones. ”

Galava smiled and looked at the papal missionaries beside him.

Now there is not only the option of the Solomon Temple, but also the Arrabraham Monolith.

Galava opted for the latter.

The cardinal, on the other hand, looked coldly at the Brahmin nobleman in front of him.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Why do people in the church only pay lip service?"

Galava was still taunting.

And at this time, the translator also realized that the person above did not want to give a clear answer.

"We never provoke people, but we're never afraid of a challenge. ”

The interpreter finished the passage slowly, then stepped back.

Hu Ziming looked at the people on the city wall, turned his head to look at the "old dead man" and asked in a low voice, "How sure are the people above?"

"On the basis of no treasures, I am not afraid of all of them. ”

Even if the voice of the "old dead man" was hoarse and abnormal, Hu Ziming could hear the confidence in it.

Hearing this, Hu Ziming nodded, and then said:

"Without the precepts, go to Solomon's Temple. ”

The great monk's robe fluttered in the wind, and he nodded with the bronze ancient sword in his hand and strode forward.

Then, the team of the Kyushu Empire slowly walked into the junction of the two rays of light.

"They went in, didn't they catch up?"

Galava said with a slight mockery.

"You're talking too much. ”

The cardinal looked at Garava coldly.

"But you have to endure it. ”

Galava smiled.

He didn't mind the cardinal's threat in the slightest.

In his opinion, the cardinal was too weak.

If it weren't for the Pope behind him, Galava would have taught him to be a man long ago.

Just as the two were tense, the black-clothed patriarch opened his mouth to break the confrontation between the two.

"Do you guess Kyushu will be able to get in?"

For a moment, the battle just now dissipated instantly.

Compared to watching the Brahmins and the Papal faction fight, everyone is more curious about the state of the Kyushu Empire.

"Yes, after all, apparently they are not ordinary with that sword. ”

"No, after all, Solomon's Temple wasn't a vegetarian. ”

Just when everyone was arguing.

Sharp sword light pierced the sky.

The yellow sand in the sky was covered with yellow sand, and the surging wind was cut off in an instant.

"Boom!"

Endless buildings in the Holy City were smashed.

For a time, the confrontation between Solomon's Temple and the Arrabraham Monolith was completely broken.

The smoke cleared, revealing a clear sky.

The two relics were like seeing something impossible.

I seemed to be stunned.

And Hu Ziming looked at Wujie blankly and said, "Why did you come out of the sword?"

Wujie touched his bald head and said, "I don't know either." ”

Wujie looked at the ancient sword in his hand, and then looked at Hu Zimingdao:

"It was difficult for me to use this sword, but just now, I felt that this sword was mine, like a part of my body, and I felt that I could cut the entire wind and sand with just one sword, so I took out the sword. ”