The white horse's long thunderous hiss immediately spread throughout the city, and even the top-notch holy beast couldn't hide its crazy surprise after its thunder and lightning power crushed the terrifying combination of thoughts. Of course, it can have such a record, it is because it has more than half of the thunder shocks. If it weren't for that, it would never have been able to cause a change in the heavens and the earth, let alone gather such an incredibly powerful superpower.

At this time, the white horse stood proudly in the sky, under the dark clouds, although there was still lightning and thunder, and it was still heavy rain, but all the light was condensed on the white horse's body at this moment.

The huge lightning that exploded from the ground lit up the entire city shrouded in dark clouds as if it were day, and in this lightning flashing high in the sky, it was the unparalleled one-horned dragon horse.

He Yiming inhaled deeply, letting the air with a hint of fresh smell flow into his chest and abdomen.

He had already discovered that the moment the lightning broke through the mental blockade and smashed on the ground, the thoughts above the city suddenly became much thinner, although it was still extremely powerful, but it had lost its original sharpness.

When countless people's minds are triggered by a certain force and work in one direction, the power that erupts can almost compete with the power of heaven and earth.

Even the largest thunderbolt condensed by Hakuba's own action was still in a stalemate with the power of this idea.

The two sides are like two gladiators, and no matter which side can win the final victory, it will be a hearty victory, because the loser will never be able to accumulate such strength to continue the fight against the winner a second time.

Fortunately, the power of heaven and earth condensed by the white horse's thunder shocks finally had the last laugh, and the huge thunder rolling down showed the powerful power of the artifact.

Shinto, as expected, is not something that humanity can compete with. Even if it gathers the power of hundreds of thousands of ordinary people and uses a special method to unleash the potential of these people, it will not work.

At this time, the white horse Raiden had achieved perfect victory, and it was like a god, looking down on the city beneath its feet. The power of heaven and earth it triggered made the city tremble under its feet, and the myriad, scattered electric light that meandered down appeared in the sky again, and rushed down without any rules.

As He Yiming expected, after losing in the first confrontation, even these separate thunder and lightning forces could easily break through the blockade in the sky and attack the entire city as they wanted.

And with the continuous landing of thunder and lightning, countless strange forces appeared in the city at an extremely fast speed.

The Shinto Blood Condensator not far from them suddenly rose up, and he controlled the body of the Yu Family Ancestor, flying into the air like a white horse thunderbolt.

He Yiming looked over in surprise, he didn't give any orders to the Divine Dao Blood Condensator, but he made this action spontaneously.

Using the thoughts in his mind, He Yiming asked his own inquiry, but the answer he got was unusually crisp.

That was the desire, a desire for power, which passed through the mind of the Shinto Blood Condensation Man to He Yiming's mind.

This desire has become an instinct of the Shinto blood condensator, and an instinct to do it at all costs.

He Yiming's body trembled slightly, startled by this strong emotion. He had always thought that the Blood Clotter was like a wooden man, he would only move if he pulled it out, and if he didn't get the order, he wouldn't care about anything unless it threatened the life of the Blood Clotter.

But now it seems that he still made a mistake, and the blood clotter is definitely not such a simple thing.

Just like at this moment, the Shinto blood condensator flying in mid-air, he stretched out his hands flatly, and on his hands, a wisp of bright red blood red silk diffused out.

He Yiming's face changed slightly, and he said softly: "Blood coagulation?"

Shaking his head, He Yiming immediately put this thought aside, this was definitely not a blood coagulation thread, but from the huge special power in the blood coagulation person's body. Compared to the blood-condensing divine weapons that Hao Blood had been tempered thousands of times in the past, this blood-like power was much more fragile.

However, in the hands of the Shinto Blood Condensator at this time, these blood threads exert incredible power.

Centered on the Shinto Blood Condensator, they spread towards the endless horizon, and in just a moment, these blood threads had formed a huge network across the entire sky. Not only that, but these bloodlines also cautiously approached those powerful mental forces.

Suddenly, countless bloodlines condensed in an instant, and they turned into a blood-colored python that was churning and flying in the air, opening its huge mouth, revealing its poisonous fangs, and biting fiercely towards those mental powers.

He Yiming gasped, he had witnessed the power of these thoughts. Even the thunder and lightning power of the white horse condensed the power of heaven and earth can compete with it. And at this moment, the Shinto Blood Condensator did not condense the power of heaven and earth, but only relied on his own blood power to attack, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be too reckless.

The power of a person is always limited, even the most powerful Shinto master, without using the power of heaven and earth, how can he compete head-on with such a huge amount of mental power condensed by hundreds of thousands of people......

At this moment, He Yiming was even wondering if the Divine Way Blood Clotter was crazy.

However, the result had already come out in the next moment, and it was to He Yiming's surprise.

The blood-colored power that turned into a giant python was not defeated by this powerful power of thought, but bit a piece from this huge power of thought.

Looking at the thin mist in the mouth of the blood-colored python, He Yiming's eyes were almost bulging out.

Then, the blood-colored python craned its neck and swallowed this piece of mental power into its abdomen.

Looking at the Shinto Blood Condensator, his eyes were red, and the blood-red color flickered like glass, and when his blood-colored python devoured the power of his mind, a strong black mist rose from his body.

And at this moment, in He Yiming's mind, there were countless strange images of all kinds.

He seemed to see countless people sitting in some large hall, facing the center of the city, bowing their heads and kneeling, with strange patterns in their hands, and singing loudly.

Outside the room, although there was thunder and lightning, dark clouds, and heavy rain, it seemed that the end of the world was coming, but in this hall, there was still no panic. There is a strong and extreme frenzy in all of them.

It's contagious, and everyone is immersed in it.

Faintly, He Yiming already understood that it must be because of this almost crazy atmosphere that these people successfully stimulated their minds in this specific environment and formed a whole. It's just that He Yiming can only see this, but he still doesn't know anything about how they did it.

The picture in front of me flashed, and this image was completely shattered. Subsequently, from the thoughts of the blood coagulators, many similar images were constantly transmitted, and in those images, the number of pious chanters was more or less, but basically they were almost the same. Even if the outside world is turned upside down, it is as if it is a world of its own, and there is not much interference. And what surprised He Yiming even more was that this crazy atmosphere became more and more intense with the ravages of thunder and lightning and the continuous devouring of blood-red pythons.

It's like a big spring, it's under tremendous pressure, but when the pressure reaches a certain limit, the spring will bounce back, and the power will be several times greater than the huge pressure.

"Boom ......"

The thunder and lightning in the sky kept coming, and wherever the lightning and thunder roared, all the houses collapsed, and the inhabitants were all buried in them.

And the blood-colored net that spread all over the sky was constantly waving in front of the collapsed house, as if it was imprisoning and absorbing some kind of magical power. With the strength of this power, the black mist around the Divine Dao Blood Condensation Man became more and more intense.

Although there was no communication, the white horse thunderbolt and the Shinto blood condensator were quite tacit in cooperation, and the thunder and lightning and the blood-colored net were like a heart, and there was no collision at all.

He Yiming took a deep breath, and a place name surged in his heart.

Devil's Cry Ridge ......

The Devil's Cry Ridge, which was on the Great Plains of the East and West, and occupied an extremely important position in both the Eastern and Western worlds, actually appeared in the sky above the Western Temple.

He had the feeling that if this situation was not changed, and the White Horse Thunderbolt and the Shinto Blood Condensers completely wiped out the city like a cannibalized whole, then the Western Temple would disappear permanently, and it would be replaced by another Western Devil Crying Ridge without dragons and snakes.

Forge another Devil May Cry Ridge with the lives of millions of humans and countless creatures of all kinds in the city.

There was a slight trance in his heart, and he faintly felt a thick chill on his body, although He Yiming didn't stop it, his heart was up and down.

He only wanted Franklin's life, but His Majesty the Pope tied his life to the entire city.

All the people in the city are so fanatical that they seem to have become Franklin's spiritual slaves, and the kind of slaves who don't have any opinions like blood coagulators.

So, is it appropriate for the whole city to be buried with Franklin?

He Yiming lowered his head, and he looked at his hands silently.

Although he didn't do it himself, he seemed to see a faint red color on his hands.

It was the power of blood, and his heart seemed to be infinitely inclined to the power of blood in this hellish scene of Shura.

However, at this moment, he heard, in the deepest part of the darkness, as if it came from outside the Nine Shadows:

"Let there be light...... says God"