East City, inside the main hall of the church.

The old man finished praying, slowly stood up, turned his head to show his face, looked at Qin Shi's dress and the scripture book in his hand, and showed a kind smile on his face.

"Where are you from, child of Naan?"

Qin Shi took a deep breath, looked at his left palm, and then reached out and took out the letter written by Shen Ming from his arms.

"I was asked to deliver a letter. ”

Seeing Qin Shi's actions, the smile on the old man's face suddenly froze, and his complexion slowly began to change.

His bent white eyebrows slowly erected, his slightly squinted eyes slowly rounded, the corners of his curved mouth slowly became straight, his beard stood up even more, and his complexion was even more red.

The old man was furious, because through his observation and Qin Shi's actions, he found that the man in front of him was not Na'an's child, but a person disguised as Na'an's child.

It's a heresy!

He dared to disguise himself as Naan's child, which is a blasphemy against Naan!

There was nothing more angry than this.

The old man glared at Qin Shi, unconcealing the monstrous anger in his eyes, and he shouted.

"Heresy!"

The old man raised his hands, his robe was windless, and countless holy lights erupted from his body.

"Dare to blaspheme Na'an, accept Na'an's sanctions!"

Qin Shi covered his eyes with his hands, looking at the whole person like an old man with a bright light, and his heart was terrified to the extreme.

Although the light was not yet fully reached, it was only a little afterglow, and it made his whole body feel as if he was being roasted in a furnace.

If the light really touches the body, the result can be imagined.

He took a deep breath, looked at his left palm again, gritted his teeth, and then raised his palm, palm forward.

Sir save me.

He said so silently in his heart.

Then.

He saw a scene in his life that he was destined to never forget.

He only felt that as he raised his left palm and his palm forward, there was an indescribable thing in his body, flying out of his body.

He looked forward in surprise, and found that at some point, a huge figure appeared in front of him.

The man was dressed in majestic golden armor, with a bright red cloak dancing in the wind, and a golden knife in his hand.

Qin Shi looked up at the man's face, and couldn't help but stay in place, "This ......"

However, before he could come back to his senses, the figure had already lifted the huge golden sword.

The figure raised the knife, and the marble-paved ground was suddenly like a ploughed earth, and a deep ravine was drawn.

The figure raised his sword, and the gorgeous roof of the palace embellished with countless gems was suddenly pierced through a big hole, and the rain suddenly fell from the top of the temple.

The old man looked at this miraculous scene in front of him, and felt the momentum of this god descending from the earth, and his heart couldn't help but be terrified to the extreme.

What is this?

No...... Naan will not be like this, Naan is unspeakable, this is heresy!

"Ahh

The old man screamed strangely, urging his internal force without hesitation, and the light on his body became more and more abundant, as if to illuminate this gloomy sky and dispel the darkness.

"Heresy, accept Naan's ......"

However, before he could finish speaking, the sword shadow had already fallen with the momentum of splitting mountains and slashing seas.

The sword slashed through his body, through the statue of Na'an behind him, through the white wall behind him, and sliced far away before dissipating.

Only the ruins and bloody walls were left.

Qin Shi looked at his left palm and swallowed his dry throat.

Compared to Na'an, Mr. Shen's sanctions are more terrifying!

Qin Shi glanced at the old man's body on the ground that had been split in half, and somehow such a strange idea popped up in his mind.

Inside the North City.

Zhou Zhiwu smiled, laughing very happily, even if his mouth kept bleeding out, and there was no pain in his body, he also smiled happily.

When he raised his palm, and the huge figure as mighty as a god appeared in front of him, Zhou Zhiwu knew that he was safe.

The means that Shen Ming gave him turned out to be so incredible, amazing.

On the contrary, it was the jade shopkeeper, his face at this time was extremely pale, and there was no smile on his face anymore. He looked at the huge figure with the long knife raised, felt the incomparable momentum, took a deep breath, and asked bitterly.

"What kind of palm are you? I've never seen that before. ”

He didn't run, he knew that under such a technique, he couldn't run, since he couldn't run, it was better to face it calmly, at least he wouldn't be so embarrassed when he died.

What kind of palms!?

Zhou Zhiwu himself didn't know what kind of palm technique this was, he thought about it, looked at the face of the huge figure, blood flowed from his mouth, and replied with a happy smile.

"You can call him, Mr. Shen's palm!"

"Mr. Shen's palm!?"

The jade shopkeeper muttered a sentence and muttered, "What a strange name, who is Mr. Shen?"

With that, he closed his eyes and secretly urged the internal force in his body to hit his heart.

"Smack!"

The sound of the body falling to the ground sounded, and under the power of this huge figure, the jade shopkeeper chose to die by cutting off his heart.

Because then he doesn't look too embarrassed and bloody, and he doesn't feel pain.

South City.

The black-robed man looked at the huge figure with a long knife in his hand, and he felt like he was about to go crazy.

Just now, the boy who was surrounded by him in the alley and regarded him as his prey shouted like a child who was being bullied and cried.

"Sir, save me!"

There was really such a huge figure like a god general in the air.

Shouldn't this be?

What's going on?

How can such a thing be possible in this world?

Feeling the aura emanating from the huge figure, the aura called death, the black-robed man felt that he wanted to cry at this time.

Thereupon.

As if he had been beaten by a dog, he raised his head and barked at the monster, and hissed for help from his master.

"The master saved me. ”

But when the words fell, neither in the air nor in front of him, there was no figure of the master he was waiting for.

Only that sword light like cutting mountains and splitting seas slashed straight down!

West Side.

As the huge figure dispersed, Lin Wenxin slowly searched for things among the corpses of Kunlun Nu and the ruins in one place.

Good moments later.

Lin Wenxin found a note in a corner, he carefully picked it up from the ground, and after confirming that the note was not damaged in the slightest, he refolded the note and put it in his arms.

This note is the letter that Shen Ming asked him to send, and this group of Kunlun slaves is the person in charge of this Xicheng.

Lin Wenxin kicked the corpse of a Kunlun slave beside him, clutched his chest and coughed twice, and sighed.

"Why bother? Mr. Shen said in his letter that those who follow others will live, and those who oppose others will die, so why do you have to seek death?"