One of the most important reasons why the Sacred Domain powerhouses are called Sacred Domain powerhouses is that they can unleash the 'Holy Domain' that makes the powerhouses under the Sacred Domain despair!

As long as they fall into the holy realm, the strong people under the holy domain are at the mercy of the strong people of the holy domain, and there is no chance of resistance at all.

The Holy Realm is also a significant sign of becoming a Sacred Realm powerhouse, it represents a kind of 'right', a unique right that the Sacred Realm powerhouse is higher than the Sacred Realm!

If you want to deal with the Holy Realm, only a strong person who is also a saint-level can only offset the other party's restraints by opening a Saint-level realm, and of course, the 'Divine Domain' possessed by a god-level powerhouse can suppress the Holy Realm.

It's just that in the field, the god-level powerhouse Aragonese the Great has just left, and the powerhouse of the Holy Domain is only one drunkard, so when the drunkard uses the holy realm, even a powerful ninth-level powerhouse like Thomas has no way.

Looking at Thomas, who fell into the holy realm he sent out and suddenly became extremely slow, the drunkard couldn't help grinning, "Thomas boy, if it weren't for something important today, I would have to beat you up, well, now the old man is welcome, this will take Luo Lin away, he will wait for the opportunity, and the old man will come to have a good time with you!"

As he spoke, the drunkard probed his palms and grabbed Luo Lin's body, because the Holy Realm he was now released was affected within a radius of several meters, so Luo Lin, who was close at hand, was naturally shrouded by the Holy Domain.

Even ninth-level powerhouses like Thomas were suppressed to death, and in the imagination of the drunkard, Luo Lin naturally reached out to reach out, so his grasp was very casual, in his opinion, even if he grabbed it casually, Luo Lin, a seventh-level magician in the Holy Realm, could not escape at all.

However, something happened to the consternation of the drunkards!

His grasp was actually empty!

I saw that Luo Lin didn't seem to be affected in his holy realm, and his body quickly retreated, suddenly dodging his casual grab.

"Hey, it's weird, how can this kid ......" Under the turn of his mind, the drunkard didn't figure out for a moment what method Luo Lin, a seventh-level magician, used that was not bound by his holy realm, this kind of thing, he had never encountered before.

Not only him, but even Thomas on the other side, who was caught in the holy realm, and Mosul and Jacob, who were in the hands of the drunkards, were all staring at the incredible scene in front of them.

Thomas, a ninth-level powerhouse, is deep in the Holy Realm, why is Rollin okay?

However, even if he didn't figure it out, the drunkard was only slightly stunned, no matter what, Luo Lin was just a seventh-level magician, even if there were some evil sects on his body, he couldn't escape the capture of himself, a powerhouse in the Holy Domain.

So, the drunkard's body flashed, and he suddenly came to Luo Lin's body, and reached out to grab Luo Lin's body again!

"Haha, drunkard, you are really thick-skinned enough, and you can also do it against the seventh-level juniors!" Just when everyone was puzzled, suddenly a voice containing anger sounded.

Immediately, a middle-aged man with a hooked nose in a red robe flashed behind Luo Lin, his fingers slightly moved forward, and he saw a 'thin' film composed of wind magic power suddenly block Luo Lin's body.

"Whew!"

At this moment, the drunkard's outstretched palm had already arrived, and it touched the film at once without suspense.

You must know that the drunkard is a Sanctuary-level powerhouse, and when Fang just hit without catching Luo Lin, he used a bit of force in his second grasp, but when his palm touched this layer of film that looked like it would break with a single stab, it was blocked alive!

The film only protruded slightly and recovered.

"Shhh

Even if the drunkard recognized this film blocking him, it was a well-known wind forbidden magic 'vacuum barrier', and only a wind magister who had reached the level of the Sanctuary could cast it.

was blocked by the same level of power, and the drunkard's mind suddenly sobered up, just then Luo Lin was able to dodge in his holy realm at will, not that Luo Lin himself was weird, but there was also a holy domain level powerhouse who used the holy realm, acting on Luo Lin's body, offsetting his own restraint on Luo Lin, and he was able to move freely!

The thought flashed through his mind, and when the drunkard looked at the middle-aged man with a hooked nose who came out behind Luo Lin, when he saw the other party clearly, his pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly.

"Arrando, it's you!"

Even if the drunkard recognized it, the person who came was the Cardinal Archbishop of the Holy See of Light, Arlando, he was a Sanctuary Magister, but he didn't expect that at this moment, he suddenly arrived, he couldn't help muttering to himself in his heart, it seems that things are in trouble.

"Hehe, drunkard, I haven't seen you for many years, I didn't expect that you, an old drunkard, have become so brazen, and you actually shot at a seventh-level junior, which really makes me admire!" Arlando sneered and said sarcastically.

"Hmph, Arrando, I think, even if you were here alone before, you wouldn't have done much better than me in the face of these juniors who might have the Martial God Tower!" the drunkard couldn't help but snort coldly.

Cardinal Arlando stretched out his hand to pull Luo Lin to his side, and after protecting him, he smiled slightly and said: "Old drunkard, don't you spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, you can pull down your face and make a move on juniors, it doesn't mean that others will do the same!"

"Hmph, hypocrisy! Arrando, ...... today"

However, just when the drunkard was about to say two sentences, suddenly, his heart jumped, and a sense of crisis inexplicably arose from his heart, cultivated to his level, and had an extremely sensitive perception of this crisis itself, he almost subconsciously let go of Mosul and Jacob in his other hand, and then pulled his arm back with all his might!

"Huh!"

A little cold light slid against the tips of the drunkard's fingers, and if the drunkard slowed down a little longer, his arm would be split in two!

"Hmph, drunkard, dare to kidnap my disciples of the Dark Alliance, do you think you have lived too long, if so, the old man doesn't mind sending you on the road!" A cold voice suddenly sounded, making people feel a chill on their bodies.

"Black-robed archbishop, Sandro, you're here too!" exclaimed the drunkard when he saw the comer.