Mo Yi used the Ink Pupil Technique to observe the three middle-aged white people in front of him, and he saw a faint milky white Lingqi covering their bodies, and there were constantly Lingqi floating towards them from a distance.

He wondered how the other party did it, could this be the power of faith from the believers in the church that Father Vail had said before?

Depending on the situation, the other party is using itself as an absorption amplifier, absorbing the power of faith from all the believers around him. As long as their bodies can withstand it, they can almost gather half of the power of faith in North America into their bodies.

He didn't believe that the other party would be strong to this extent, not to mention that no matter how much he said, he had to try their catties first.

Mo Yi slowly mobilized the Qi Sea in his body, covering the Lingqi on Zhou's body, keeping his eyes on the opponent's movements, ready to fight back at any time.

The man in the middle of the three monks, with only a little hair left on the top of his half-bald head, took the first step forward and said: "Lost Lamb, the Lord has given you the opportunity to atone for your sins, do not indulge, give us the magic weapon, and the Lord will forgive your sins." ”

Mo Yi sneered: "Thank you for this opportunity, but it's a pity that I feel that I am not guilty, I don't waste a few time, by the way, I don't believe in religion, I only believe in Marxism-Leninism." ”

The half-bald monk looked at Mo Yi with pity, which made Mo Yi feel extremely awkward, when did he need to be pitied by the spirit son of the Mo family, and atone for his sins, Mo Yi's heart unconsciously began to burn.

The half-bald monk drew a cross on his chest, his hands crossed in front of his chest, his expression reverent, and his voice began to recite prayer incantations in a low voice.

"Our Father in heaven,

Hallowed be your name.

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

forgive us our debts, just as we forgive our debtors.

He will not lead us into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

For all is yours the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen!"

As the prayer ended, Mo Yi felt as if the air around him was condensed by some kind of force, the branches no longer swayed with the wind, the insects on the ground were unable to spread their wings, and even the surrounding trees were startled by a group of birds.

An inexplicable pressure came at him from all sides, and the movement of his limbs was no longer as smooth as if he had encountered resistance.

He sensed an invisible field emanating from the ascetic on the other side, completely enclosing the other party and himself within a radius of 10 meters.

Mo Yi didn't intend to talk nonsense with the other party, his figure disappeared in place in an instant, and the next second he appeared in front of the half-bald monk out of thin air, and his palm pushed towards the opponent's abdomen.

The ordinary fighting masters around him saw the two Mo Yi who appeared on the opposite side for a moment, and they only felt that they were dazzled.

The most astute of them knew that this was a visual remnant, and the rest of the others only felt that the person they were dealing with was like a ghost, and if it weren't for the presence of these monks, they might have just turned and fled.

The moment Mo Yi's palm struck the monk's abdomen, he felt that something was wrong, as if he had hit a body made of alloy steel.

Before, he used the Mo family strength method to press the handprint on the cast iron, but it hit the other party, and the bald man's expression did not change at all, and his eyes were still so merciful and hurtful, and he didn't even shake his body.

Mo Yi instantly returned to the same place, realizing that his movements were indeed restricted, and it seemed that the other party was using a power that could imprison him in place.

This made him more and more disgusted, and these monks of the church had nothing to eat and enough to support, and they came over to ask for the magic weapon in his hand, not to mention, and wanted to use this kind of coercive means.

At this time, his heart was on fire, and he was no longer ready to stay. The Lingqi in the Qi Sea overflowed outward from all parts of the body, the eyes were as sharp and deep as black gems, and the black Lingqi was as black as ink, and even the blazing afternoon sun could not penetrate the black Qi mist.

As Lingqi continued to overflow out of his body, Mo Yi only felt that his body was light, and he returned to his previous state of moving freely.

The three monks on the opposite side saw the black Lingqi constantly emanating from Mo Yi's body, their faces appeared unusually solemn, and their eyes were full of alertness and vigilance.

In their minds, this is simply the power of the devil, and it is absolutely impossible for humans to have this power. Don't say you haven't seen it, you haven't even heard of it.

The one-eyed monk standing in the direction of Mo Yi's right took two steps forward and shouted in a muffled voice, "You stand down, I'll come." ”

As he finished speaking, he clasped his hands to his chest and prayed aloud.

"Lord, have mercy on us. Jesus, have mercy on us.

Lord, have mercy on us. God, Father in Heaven, have mercy on us.

God, Son, Redeemer of the world, have mercy on us.

God, Holy Spirit, have mercy on us.

Jesus, please listen to us.

Our Lady, pray for us. Jesus, please listen to us.

Lord, have mercy on us. ”

Mo Yi felt that the previous feeling of stagnation hit again, and the pressure around him was heavier than just now.

He saw that from afar, there were constantly spiritual qi floating towards the monks, converging in their bodies, and the milky white spiritual qi covering them became thicker and thicker, and the color became more and more obvious.

He kept agitating the Qi Sea, and the Lingqi also kept swimming in the limbs and hundreds of remains. Mo Yi looked at the three monks opposite coldly, he knew that he had to deal with these three people, otherwise he would definitely not be able to please today.

These disgusting church monks use the power of faith in others to bless themselves, and they are as virtuous as those dead bald asses in the country.

Mo Yi glanced at the fighting masters who were still around, and rushed forward. He made up his mind that since these three monks had turned this area into a field, then he would get out of here and get rid of those thugs first, and then go back and settle accounts with these three fools.

Mo Yi was rarely forced to open his mouth to scold, he had never fought so aggrieved, and the three people opposite him were simply playing games with cheats.

Seeing Mo Yi's forward action, the slightly chubby monk in the direction of his left hand also stepped forward, and the three of them formed a reverse angle with each other, blocking the path of Mo Yi's forward rush.

Mo Yi stopped his body and watched as the three of them formed a reverse encirclement of him. He was a little annoyed, and he rushed from the left, and the bald man in the middle and the one-eyed on the right had to come around, and the same was true for the right.

Is it worth using Mo Yan? It's not worth it, Mo Yi knows that Yan Shu can solve the other party, but if he really wants to burn them to ashes, then he won't stay in Dallas.

Not to mention that half of the North American church members wanted to cramp and peel him, and the dozens of thugs around him were also witnesses, and it was absolutely not wrong for him to accuse him of first-degree murder to the police.

Even if those thugs are dealt with together, the person who assigned them behind them can still make other small moves, at least it is not difficult to charge him with a crime.

Mo Yi sighed, thinking that it would be more appropriate to attack with ink, but it was not easy to keep his hands, if the strength was too large, it might break people, and he hoped that the power of faith in the monk on the opposite side was strong enough.