On the earth of the long heavens, the golden Abrahamic monoliths and the golden temple of Solomon in the sky above the holy city of Jerusalem were connected by endless brilliance.

It looks like a bridge formed by brilliance hanging in the center of the holy city.

From south to north, across the sky.

And in the center of the light bridge is the blood stain that is still like just left after a thousand years.

It shone brighter now, as if it had been reborn.

The blood became more and more red, surging in the air, and the sound like a heart beating became clearer and clearer.

"Poof!

One after another resounded in the Holy City.

The gravel on the ground was constantly beating with the vibrations of the sound.

The power of Solomon's temple and the Abrahamic megalith poured into the blood.

It's like returning to the arms of my mother.

Malamud, dressed in white, stood straight, his body trembling slightly.

Malamud only felt an endless stream of holy light pouring into his body, and then flowing from his body into the holy blood in mid-air.

The terrifying power that surged through his body made every inch of his body feel intense pain, like a mass of flesh being torn apart.

Malamud tried to open his mouth, but he couldn't even speak because of muscle spasms.

From the outside world, only Malamud's pale lips could be seen trembling slightly.

No one can help him, not even communicate with anyone.

Malamud could only silently endure the baptism of this terrifying power.

And the same is true for middle-aged people on the other side.

A middle-aged man with a black beard seemed to tremble at this time.

His eyes widened, his muscles stiffened, and the muscles of his hands and feet twitched from time to time.

Impotence.

Deep powerlessness.

The middle-aged man could only watch as the Holy Blood continued to draw strength from their bodies.

He frantically cried out in his heart for the prophet of the Green Cult.

Hope that the prophet will save him.

But except for the sound of Jesus' blood beating in mid-air, wrapped in light.

The whole holy city is silent except for it.

Still silent.

Hu Ziming originally thought that a shocking battle was about to break out.

But in the air at this moment, only the sound of the wind and the vibration of the Holy Blood remained.

The people of Kyushu next to Solomon's temple immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Something doesn't seem right. ”

Hu Ziming looked at Malamud and the middle-aged man who did not make the slightest movement on both sides.

His instincts told him that this was not the script it should be.

And if something goes wrong, there will be demons.

Hu Ziming looked at the holy blood in the air.

Jesus is a very strange presence among all denominations.

In the Green Religion, he is called a prophet.

In the Holy See, he is called the Son.

And in Judaism, Jesus is also an extremely difficult figure to bypass.

The blood of such a character.

Blood that has existed for more than 2,000 years and has not changed in the slightest.

Maybe that's the key.

"Something isn't quite right. ”

The hoarse voice of the "old dead" rang out, like two extremely dry branches rubbing against each other.

He first affirmed Hu Ziming's thoughts.

Then he squinted his already shrunken eyes and looked at the "light bridge" in the distance and said:

"Hehe, there seems to be something wrong with the two of them, like they can't move. ”

The "old dead" saw the problem at a glance.

He smiled sheepishly.

However, even though he saw that something was wrong, he remained in place.

It's none of your business.

Dead friends do not die poor.

What's more, he died once, so he can't die again.

There is absolutely no such truth in the world.

As a result, you can see the dry corpse with his hands hanging on his knees, as if he is a poplar rooted in the ruins, and will play dead to the end.

The dried corpses that left the Forbidden City now enjoy the only tranquility they have.

The sky is so blue, and the earth is so lovely, let the three eyes in the air go with them.

"Can't move?"

Hu Ziming ignored the dried corpse that was pretending to be dead, and he turned his head to look at Malamud.

Compared to the middle-aged man with unknown information, Malamud was closer to Hu Ziming.

After looking closely, Hu Ziming found that Malamud, the originally dignified-looking religious leader, had lost his temper.

The sweat on his head seemed to burst, dripping from the skin on the top of his head, and then flowing down wildly.

Sweat ran across his face, over his slender white beard, and dripped down the ground along the white wisps of beard.

And the water stains on his pure white clothes can be faintly seen at this time.

Hu Ziming looked up into Malamud's eyes.

Malamud kept glancing at the bearded men.

Seems to want to express something.

He really has no choice.

Outside Solomon's temple, he could not communicate with Solomon, the King of Wisdom.

Now unless the Holy Blood takes the initiative to stop, he can only turn to the people of the Kyushu lineage for help.

Now he could only pray that the Kyushu man in front of him would understand what he meant.

Help me!

"Are you gesturing for me to help?"

Hu Ziming frowned and thought for a while.

He's kind of funny.

The slap in the face came too quickly, too suddenly.

Malamud had been insisting on letting them stay out of business, and now he was begging them for help.

This is the most unpredictable thing in the world.

When the translator heard this, he hurriedly stepped forward and began to translate.

This time he came out and won the opportunity with great difficulty.

Just to come out and see the world of mythology.

Upon hearing the translation, Malamud began to blink wildly.

Hu Ziming nodded and said, "If you're sure you want our help, blink again." ”

The corners of the translator's mouth twitched, and he almost laughed.

However, he still held back a laugh.

Say it again.

Malamud felt that the Kyushu people in front of him were embarrassed for him, but he had no evidence.

He had no choice but to continue blinking frantically.

But he had blinked as hard as he could, how could he blink faster now.

Hu Ziming stared at Malamud for a long time, and Malamud felt that his eyes were about to start cramping.

Hu Zi Mingcai said: "I really can't see the difference!"

Burst!

Malamud felt that if he could move, he would not have to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"But I'll just assume you're crying for help. ”

Hu Ziming's tone was as if he couldn't tell if he was calling for help.

Although Hu Ziming's tone is very angry now, he heard that Hu Ziming was sure to save him.

Malamud breathed a sigh of relief that he could finally stop blinking.

But no sooner had he breathed a sigh of relief than he heard a voice.

Although he couldn't understand it, he still subconsciously felt his heart beating.

"Whatever they do, we're here to help look at the palace. ”

Wujie threw off his robe and found a broken boulder and leaned on.

"Besides, they themselves won't let us take care of it, and they are afraid that we will rob them, so why should dogs take rats - meddle in their affairs?"

The great monk stuck the bronze ancient sword in his hand on the ground with his backhand, and pouted.

But the sharp ancient sword directly sank into the earth, as if there was no slightest resistance, which made the great monk directly lose his focus.

As soon as he rolled over, he fell directly to the ground.

"I'll go!"

"You ......"

Before the great monk could speak, an icy cold current flowed out from the bronze ancient sword, making the great monk shiver.

As if to warn him not to humiliate it like this.

The great monk took a breath of cool air and hurriedly turned over and confessed.

"Don't dare, don't dare, you're an uncle!"

After worshipping the ancient sword, he turned around and looked at Hu Ziming and said, "You decide, you can save it anyway." ”

He was in a state of indifference, and he was not familiar with these Gentiles.

Life and death are casual.

However, Hu Ziming can't think so.

NUS has a responsibility.

The empire has always given people the image of a benevolent and righteous state, and it categorically did not say that it would be ignored.

Moreover, this is the spiritual leader of Judaism, with the title of prophet.

Once he dies in front of Hu Ziming and others, it will really be yellow mud falling off his crotch - it's not but anymore.

After all, the Holy City is what the Jews say.

Since you have come to help, you can't leave a disaster if things don't get done.

"Save people, it's not right to see death and not save after all. ”

Hu Ziming shook his head and rejected Wujie's suggestion.

Then he turned his head to look at the "old dead", who was standing on the ground pretending to be air.

"'Old dead man', do you see anything?"

Seeing that Hu Ziming actually asked him directly.

The "old dead" seems to realize that he can't lie down anymore.

"Crunch, crunch!" looked up at the bridge of light in mid-air.

The dry corpse slowly opened his lips, which seemed to be about to be torn apart from dryness, and said:

"The power of the same origin seems to be in the same vein, whether it is Solomon's temple, the big stone, or the blood in the air, it is all in the same vein. ”

After continuing to mutter, the dry corpse said slowly:

"It's like some kind of feedback. ”

"Feedback?"

Hu Ziming frowned.

"yes, let's see if we can break their connection and attack that ball of blood. ”

The dry corpse grinned.

Let me try the power of this exotic god.

In the eyes of the dry corpse, gods who are not Jade Emperor, Nuwa, etc., are all aliens.

In his time, Kyushu was the center of the world, and outside the Central Plains were barbarians.

"Will it work?"

Hu Ziming said a little unsure.

Attack directly, but others didn't save them and killed them directly.

"Mostly, yes. ”

"Okay, I'm in charge, you can do it. ”

"It's good to call me 'old dead', anyway, it's someone who doesn't know how long he's been dead, so just forget about honorifics. ”

The dry corpse smiled bitterly.

Then he added:

"Attacking the blood of that false god, although I don't think it is worthy of the strength of a god with so many believers, but I must admit that I am almost there, you can let the master try it with the Yue Wang Sword. ”

The sword of the king of Yue, the world of the ancient pre-Qin, the hilt of the overlord of the Warring States.

The corpse thought to himself, the jade seal of the country is not here, and no one can suppress it.

When Hu Ziming heard this, he turned his head to look at Wujie.

Wujie held the bronze ancient sword in one hand, shook his robe with the other and said, "It's decided?"

"Hmm!"

Hu Ziming nodded.

"Okay, then go and try it. ”

Wujie stood up, straightened up, he slowly lifted the sword of King Yue, and looked at the holy blood in the sky.

The pale yellow bronze ancient sword also seemed to sense something, and groaned softly.

The sword blade sword qi is wanton.

The Holy Blood in mid-air seemed to feel something, and the suction on its body became more and more terrifying.

Malamud's legs went limp, and he fell to his knees.

The other hand of the great monk Wujie also took the sword of the king of Yue, which was passed down for thousands of years in the world, and the supreme divine soldier became more and more heavy at this time, like a mountain.

Wujie raised his head and looked at Tianyu, he already faintly felt that the bronze ancient sword in his hand was a little laborious at this time.

Rao is strength of his arms is more than 100,000 catties, and he also feels that the sword in his hand is as heavy as Mount Tai.

However, when Wujie was mixed in the Tao in the past, he learned a truth: he must not show cowardice to the enemy, otherwise he will only have seven points left if he has ten points of strength, and ten points of the opponent's strength can rise to twelve points.

The green tendons on the neck of the unring burst out, like the roar of the angry King Kong lion.

He looked up and shouted:

"That Su Ye above, eat the Buddha's sword!"

With this momentum, it was very explosive.

The heavy bronze ancient sword seemed to have truly awakened at this moment.

Two thousand years of wind and dust were torn apart on the side of its sword.

The gods defile themselves, just because they are covered with dust.

Once the dust is clean and the light is born, the rivers and mountains are smashed.

The robe on the body of the great monk Wujie was torn inch by inch, revealing a figure like steel and iron bones.

The bronzed skin erupted one after another, showing the terrifying power.

And on the ground, sword marks appeared out of thin air.

The ruins of the already shattered earth are no longer visible from their original appearance.

The half volume of "Taigong's Art of War" in Hu Ziming's arms lit up, enveloping everyone.

so that it will not be overflowed by the sword qi of the Yue Wang Sword.

"Yue Wang Goujian lies on the salary and tastes the gall, three thousand Yue Jia can swallow Wu, the weapon of a generation of male masters, the soldiers are like their people!"

The dry corpse was under the protection of the half-volume "Taigong Art of War", and he praised it.

While looking at this terrifying sword qi, he said.

And in the middle of the air, the holy light above the holy blood was even thicker.

The light of Solomon's temple and the Abrahamic monolith seems to have been swallowed up by it.

The sword momentum can be accumulated, but it is too much.

When the sword momentum reached the extreme that Wujie could bear, Wujie drew his sword and rose up, and suddenly slammed out the sword.

There is darkness between heaven and earth.

Everyone present could feel the feeling of a sword blade slashing across their skin.

Cold!

Slaughter!

And sheer power.

The blood-colored sword qi plowed a terrifying deep furrow out of the earth.

The whole earth was displaced.

In an instant, it seemed like the world was turned upside down.

Then the sword qi soared into the sky.

The great monk has no precepts for the current use of the Yue Wang Sword is two words "cut him", simple and rude, and tried and tested.

The sword light pierced the sky.

Unprecepted raised his head, and his heart said:

I don't know if it's still the case this time.

At the moment when Wujie took out the sword.

The Holy Blood in the middle of the air suddenly changed.

It stretches quickly.

Head!

Limbs!

Eyes, nose, mouth!

A person's appearance is completely condensed.

The Holy Blood changed its form in an instant, and it completely changed from a ball of blood to a human being.

The man was dressed in white, with long hair and hair.

Looking at this person's appearance, Hu Ziming blurted out: "Jesus?"

The man who appeared in mid-air was Jesus, who had just been in an illusory projection.

Hu Ziming felt like his head was messed up.

How so?

What is this?

Reborn with blood?