The Vatican, located in the core of Saluillem, is a blessed place in the core, an ancient dojo that even the extraterritorial gods dare not occupy.

The area here is boundless, and it is one of the best-preserved caves on the earth today.

Here, the sacred mountains are stacked on top of each other, with a series of holy radiances, countless strange flowers in full bloom, various old medicines growing on the cliffs, and pure-blooded unicorns haunting the forest.

This is an ancient dojo full of wild atmosphere, and you can even see phoenixes, beamons, and dragons.

In the distance, the ancient trees are towering, the dragon pond is deep, the grassland is boundless, and there are waterfalls falling from thousands of feet in the sky, there are dozens of large mountains are the most conspicuous, each of which is engraved with the traces of heaven and earth, which is different.

On every mountain, there is a white temple, imposing, whether it is the foundation stone, tiles, wooden pillars and other things, all of which have existed since ancient times.

Here people can feel a natural atmosphere and vicissitudes, no matter the years change, the times change, here is eternal, has never changed, sacred and majestic.

Not everyone can set foot in this place, especially if they come all the way.

Dare to face the Vatican heroes alone, even in the past and present, there are few people.

The earth shook, the brute beasts roared, and hundreds of golden iron riders rushed out of the high mountain and came to Zhang Bairen.

They are members of the Golden Family, claiming to have the blood of gods, extremely powerful, in ancient times, there have been two sages of the gods one after another, sweeping the west, and the saints retreated.

However, now it is just a welcome procession.

The Vatican's treatment of Zhang Bairen is full in advance.

"Boom!

」

On the highest majestic holy mountain, the magnificent palace was slowly pushed open by two beautiful angels with divine wings, opening the holy door of the center of power, and a group of old men rushed out.

The powerful aura is overwhelming, obviously this is a group of amazing figures, representing the top combat power of the Vatican today, all of them are profound, living in seclusion here all the year round, and practicing with the help of the power of the ocean.

In the center of these old men, there is a quaint stone chair with a cross carved on it, which looks like an ancient life.

On the seat, there is an old man sitting majestically, he is like a towering mountain, looking down indifferently, as if the ancient gods, his eyes are vast, as if the sun, moon and stars are constantly disillusioned.

This old man is the person Zhang Bairen wants to meet, the old Pope of the Vatican, who has lived for more than 3,000 years.

"Winter! Winter!

Winter!

！」

The violent movement still did not stop, and with the shaking of the earth, several bodies walked out.

These are four paladins, each of them is very special, they look only forty or fifty years old, but the vicissitudes in their eyes have traces that are difficult to hide, and the ancient battle clothes on their bodies are also dark and dull, all of which are cast in bronze, covered with knife marks and arrow marks, and look pitted, as if they have just been taken out of the museum.

However, these four people have incomparable power, one by one as immobile as a mountain, as quiet as a mountain.

They are all paladins of ancient times, and legend has it that several of them survived thousands of battles without dying, and survived various turbulent times until today.

"Eastern cultivator, did you come here just to see me?" The old pope, who was sitting in a high position, asked very calmly.

"Old fellow, your attitude is too arrogant! I don't like your condescension!" After Zhang Bairen finished speaking, as if he had Tianxian in his mouth, a thunderbolt suddenly fell towards the old pope.

"How daring!" The old pope slapped the armrest and almost couldn't help but take action himself.

The four paladins who supported the scene took out dark swords, dragon spears, daggers and other weapons, and blocked Zhang Bairen's attack in advance.

The heavenly thunder collided with the four Sage weapons, and after only a moment of stalemate, it had already destroyed these Sage magic weapons that could not be put on the table.

In the face of the weapons of the half-saint, in the eyes of Zhang Bairen at the stage of the saint king, it was naturally vulnerable.

ps: This one is actually only half written, but I walked halfway through. Therefore, this one and a half will be sent for free first, and I will continue to update it after I wake up, and write a minimum of 4,000 words. No, write a minimum of 5,000 words. If you can't do that, go ahead and update it for free.