The Ancestral Phoenix Sword Shadow was already close at hand, and it was completely too late for the Burning Lamp Dao people to dodge at the moment.

He could feel that this attack had already surpassed the level of the peak quasi-saint, and it was completely beyond what he could resist.

The people of the Burning Lamp Dao did not choose to sit still, but frantically gathered the Protestant luck, wanting to reproduce the picture that had just resisted the light of the ancestral dragon's sword.

Although he was in a high position in the Protestant world, he was always limited in the Protestant fortune he could gather.

"I am the king of the people, the emperor of the human race! Chapter 428: The Real Hole Cards of Protestantism! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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