Rows of ancient buildings collapsed one after another like building blocks, and the thick stone pillars hugged by the four of them were blasted into the air at a height of 100 meters, and all the alchemists were stunned by this scene.

The battle between the two exceeded their expectations, and the oracles were like ants watching elephants fight.

"Huaxia's physical skills are so strong, and his attack power and speed are beyond imagination. ”

"Hand-to-hand combat is indeed stronger than our oracles, I'm afraid only the Holy One can match it!"

Even the most hard-mouthed divine envoy had to admit Chu Wangxian's strength.

In the smoke of gunpowder, Chu Wangxian jumped into the air.

After building the foundation, his punch was enough to blast the battleship open, and he seized the opportunity, and the fierce punch slammed directly into Zosser's chest, and the ancient vampire fell straight to the ground.

The ground exploded and was blasted into a crater.

The shockwave caused the alchemists to retreat one after another, like ears of rice in a storm.

In the huge pit, Zuoser's stomach was blasted open, like a blooming flower, but in an instant, the bones ** regenerated.

"You only know how to use brute force, it is useless. Two hundred years, the continuous refining of dozens of divine envoys, and the experience of two thousand years of human refining arrays, have already transformed this vampire into a body comparable to that of a saint. ”

This ancient vampire, implanted with the Philosopher's Stone by alchemists, has been re-practiced with alchemy in the bones, internal organs, and all parts.

Its terrifying resilience will not die even if it is torn apart by an explosion and its head is gone.

What's more, this mummy has long lost his brain, only an instinctive will to fight.

Unless Chu Wangxian reached the Jindan cultivation level and blasted it into pieces the size of a fingernail with a single blow, it would be impossible to kill him with one punch.

"Give up! It's too late to turn back. The old god roared confidently.

"Ant Opinion!" Chu Wangxian disdained to look at it, he stepped on his feet and punched out again.

One punch, two punches, three punches!

Destroy, regenerate...... Destroy, regenerate...... Destroy, regenerate......

After a hundred punches!

Within a radius of one mile, it was like the surface of Mars that had experienced the impact of a meteor shower, and the burning air exploded, and the gods did not dare to approach, and their throats were as dry as fire.

"Ancient vampires can't be killed, isn't he wasting his strength in vain?"

"I'm afraid I have to fight, it's already difficult to ride a tiger, no matter what, it's only a matter of time before this Chu Wangxian loses. ”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Seeing that Chu Wangxian was constantly destroying Zuo Seer's body by relying only on the power of terror, the old divine envoy suddenly woke up to something.

"That's not right!"

Djoser's recovery was slowing down. If there is a limit to physical strength and mana, then there is also a limit to the power of resurrection.

"Could it be that he has to rely on his strength to exhaust Djoser's resurrection power? How could it be, how could he not be exhausted!"

Everyone heard that after a hundred punches, the ancient vampires were indeed recovering more and more slowly.

And Chu Wangxian's fist strength has not diminished, and he is full of toughness.

How did they know that Chu Wangxian was the best foundation, and the surging spiritual power in his body was like an abyss without a bottom.

Chu Wangxian's strength was terrifying, refreshing their understanding of Huaxia monks.

Finally, the collapse came, and Chu Wangxian carried the last punch at supersonic speed, like a comet skimming through the air, drawing terrifying fire marks and dragging out a fist mark of 100 meters.

It was like a punch on a water bag, and Zoser's body exploded, tearing apart and never recovering.

Chu Wangxian stepped out and stepped on the heart that was still beating.

Although the heart still represents the ancient vampire alive, he can no longer be resurrected at this moment.

Finished!

The alchemists were stunned, they looked at Chu Wangxian who came over, their breathing was short, and they didn't dare to have the heart to fight.

"Do you still want to fight?" Chu Wangxian looked indifferent. "Give you a chance, either fight or surrender!"

"Damn!"

The old alchemist breathed a sigh of relief, and the gods would bless him, and even if he died, he would go to heaven.

"Hmph!" Chu Wangxian raised his right hand and was about to make a move.

"Stop!" a loud shout fell from the sky.

In the melodious voice, a middle-aged black-haired man in a holy white robe slowly walked down from the sky.

This man's eyes were sharp, his skin was fair, his breathing was steady, and he stood in front of everyone, and there was a holy warmth, which made people want to worship.

Chu Wangxian looked at it, with black hair, he was an authentic Italian, a descendant of the Romans. The funny thing is that the blonde hair that prevails today is actually a symbol of barbarians in ancient times, and civilized people have always been black hair.

"Sect Master!" the alchemists said indignantly.

They showed sorrow on their faces, and at the same time they also had the backbone in their hearts, and when the sect leader appeared, this Chinese man would definitely die.

"Lambettini!" Chu Wangxian said suspiciously.

"You know me?"

"A little memory!"

Chu Wangxian inherited the memories of his previous life, and he was a little impressed.

This is Lambertini, the head of the Cult of the Illuminati, born in Italy in 1740, who served as Pope Benedict XIV, and has lived to be more than 250 years old.

When he was the pope, he had a ceremonial dispute with China, which angered Emperor Kangxi and cut off the spread of the Church of Light in China.

"Chu Wangxian, don't go too far, everything should be done in moderation. Lambettini's words rang like bells, and every step he took was in the air.

Chu Wangxian squinted his eyes and looked at it, Lambertini's strength was unfathomable, was this the cultivation of the Sage?

I don't know how strong it is at all, and I can't see through it at all.

Chu Wangxian stepped into the ground with both feet, fully guarded.

"Sect Master, kill him!" the crowd muttered.

Lambertini's eyes swept away, and he looked angry, but this anger was not directed at Chu Wangxian, but at the alchemists.

He looked at Chu Wangxian, his cold face showed a helpless smile.

"Here's what you're getting, let's go!"

With a flick of his right hand, Lambertini handed a black iron box to Chu Wangxian.

Chu Wangxian weighed it a few times, opened it and saw that it was the record book of the Bright God Sect on the refining of the human body, he nodded with satisfaction, and put the black iron box in his pocket.

"Sect Master, why don't you kill him. ”

"Did the god Azrius cause them to die in vain? ”

"Shut up!" said the Lambertini Sect Master, with his supreme authority. The hearts of the people were even more shocked, and they didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.

With a wave of his right hand, Lambettini opened the spatial gate of the inner city of the City of the Prophets.

Chu Wangxian arched his hand, stepped out, and disappeared immediately.

"Do you want to stay here and join the Cult of Light? Lambettini looked at Rasputin and Anfia coldly.

The two of them had a cold face, and they were suppressed by the strong man who had cultivated as a sage, and immediately followed Chu Wangxian's footsteps and left.

"Sect Master, why did you let them go, if this continues, how can we have the face of the Light God Sect?"

"Did he take all the research results of more than 2,000 years away?"

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation, eager to break Chu Wangxian's body into thousands of pieces.

Lambettini was also annoyed, he closed his mouth and pointed to the sky, and when everyone looked up, they immediately stiffened, their knees weakened, and they knelt down in unison.

In the middle of the sky, there is a huge eyeball.

This is God's Eye.

"It's God's will, you see?"

Everyone seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, and their bodies were cold, what kind of person was this Chinese person, even their gods had descended.

"Master, what happened? Can you tell us. ”

Lambertini looked at the oracles and shook his head disdainfully, "With your rank, you are not qualified to know what the gods are thinking. ”8)