The cyan bat with a large increase in strength exuded a blazing fierce flame, and the speed was even faster than just now, and it came to Jing Shaoling in an instant, and between the shaking of its wings, a blood-colored flame that was even more vigorous than just now fell like snow.

Jing Shaoling wanted to fight quickly, this time he didn't dodge, but pushed the girl out of the range of flames, and then the blood boiled all over his body, the blood pill completely exploded, and the wolf smoke on the top of his head was straight, making a wolf-like sound, and the meteorite fist blasted up.

The raging blood-colored flames shrouded Jing Shaoling's body, and began to burn his flesh and blood, and the incomparably poisonous corrosive power was about to melt his skin, but how domineering the King Kong Realm was, no matter how the blood flames burned, it couldn't break through his defenses at all.

On the contrary, the violent power of the Meteor Fist hit the cyan bat, and immediately drenched one of its wings with blood, and the cyan bat suddenly screamed, it didn't expect this human being to be so powerful, not only was it not afraid of its blood flames, but its power was so terrifying.

"Boom!"

The cyan bat under the anger simply pounced directly, and its pair of sharp claws grabbed directly towards Jing Shaoling's head, and its huge body was like a green cloud descending, carrying a violent wind.

Jing Shaoling stood still, his eyes were like electricity, and in an instant, he grabbed the claws of the cyan bat with both hands, and the blood of his hands worked, and the starlight power of the eight points burst out with infinite divine power.

"Give me death!"

At this moment, Jing Shaoling seemed to be incarnated as a god of war, showing the courage to pull out the mountain and cover the world, and the huge cyan bat of the demon body was directly rotated in place, this scene suddenly shocked the girl who was watching the battle, is this still a person, in her eyes, the extremely terrifying cyan bat was actually shaken by this person as a toy, this scene is beyond her cognition.

Not only her, but also some monks who were fighting with the blood-colored bats also saw this scene, and they all showed surprise, but in turn, their morale increased greatly, and they all shouted violently, and their courage increased to fight with the blood-colored bats without fear of death.

"This is the god of war, oh my God!"

Someone on the wall of the town saw this scene and knelt on the ground and kowtowed, bursting into tears.

"God of Light, have you seen the disaster in the town of Berlin and sent an envoy to save us!"

An old man with white hair said excitedly.

"God of War!"

"God of War!"

"God of War!"

On the walls of the town, countless people roared, their voices rising and falling with each other, and they all roared in the direction of Jing Shaoling, with a fanatical look in their eyes, like believers who believed in gods.

Bang!

The cyan bat was slammed to the ground by Jing Shaoling, making a miserable scream, countless smoke and dust were filled, Jing Shaoling didn't allow it to breathe at all, and quickly pounced, the starlight flashed between the qi and blood explosions, and the meteorite fist fell like rain, and the whole ground trembled slightly.

Jing Shaoling sat down on the ground at this time, gasping fiercely, this battle is really tiring, compared to fighting with the five demons on the cloud wasteland, it is even more difficult, the second-order mid-rank demon beast is really not so easy to deal with.

As soon as the cyan bats died, sure enough, those blood-colored bats seemed to have lost consciousness, and they became a mess in an instant, and countless blood-colored bats flew in the air with a sad roar, like headless flies.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, many monks fled the battlefield and entered the town.

At this time, the sky became darker and darker, and the bright moon in the sky seemed to be hidden, and the blood-colored bats flew towards the blood-colored castle one after another, and the originally tragic battlefield was quiet for a moment.

"God of War!"

"God of War!"

"God of War!"

The disappearance of the blood-colored bat gave the people in the town a new life, making a more fiery sound than just now, cheering, the sound shook the sky, and the shocked Jing Shaoling thought that a certain big man had appeared.

Later, he found that people seemed to be looking at him, and he couldn't help but ask the girl curiously, "Are they shouting at me?"

The girl pursed her lips, looked at him adoringly, and nodded fiercely.

Jing Shaoling was speechless for a moment.

.....................

Walking into the town, countless people cheered for Jing Shaoling, as if they were welcoming the return of the hero, Jing Shaoling was very embarrassed, he had never enjoyed such treatment since he was a child.

An old man wearing a red robe, a silver necklace hanging from his chest, and a white beard walked over with a scepter in his hand, followed by four old men in black robes, also holding a scepter, the girl couldn't help but look extremely respectful when she saw the visitor, and bowed: "First-level disciple Fang Ling greets the cardinal and the black-clothed bishop. ”

The old man in the red robe looked at her and said kindly: "Lucky child, it must be the Holy Light God who is protecting you, and you have not been harmed by that group of blood-sucking demons, get up, child." ”

Fang Ling got up respectfully and stood silently on Jing Shaoling's side.

At this time, the old man in red smiled at Jing Shaoling and said: "Respected powerhouse, you must be a holy envoy sent by the Holy Light God, the Holy Light God can't bear to see our Berlin Town attacked by this group of demons, so he sent you to save us, please accept our noble etiquette!"

The red-robed old man said, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed his head slightly towards Jing Shaoling, as did the four black-robed old men behind him.

"Holy Light God?"

Jing Shaoli shook his head, he had never heard of this person, but seeing the appearance of admiration of these five people, he should be a powerful person, or their leader, he secretly guessed.

These five people are all foundation building monks, the red-robed old man is a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, and the four black-robed old men are cultivators in the early stage of foundation building, but they dress strangely, and they speak very strangely, they are not holy envoys at all, and they still don't understand how they came to this strange place.

However, before Jing Shaoling could speak, the red-robed old man said to him: "Respected Holy Envoy, there is no doubt about your identity, the cyan demon is powerful, even I can't kill it." The fact that you were able to kill it is enough to prove that you are a messenger sent by the Holy Light God, please come with me to the temple and let me treat you well, and by the way, discuss with you how to destroy the Blood Fiend. ”

"No, wait, what Holy Messenger, what Blood Demon ......."

The more Jing Shaoling listened, the more wrong he became, the other party seemed to have recognized the wrong person, and was about to defend himself, when countless people on the street began to shout feverishly and interrupted him.

"Holy Messenger!"

"Holy Messenger!"

"Holy Messenger!"

"God of War!"

"God of War!"

The voice was wave after wave, full of respect and fanaticism, and Jing Shaoling, who listened to it, was a little enthusiastic.

"Do you see the reverence that these believers have for you, they all think that you are a holy envoy sent by the Holy Light God, please don't refuse their kindness!"

The old man in red said with a smile.

Jing Shaoling had no choice but to follow the five people towards the depths of the town, and the girl Fang Ling followed him respectfully all the way, looking at him adoringly.

The group came to a strange building, this building looked like a castle, on the top of the pointed fort stood a statue, this statue is a shirtless young man, he has a pair of white wings on his back, holding a huge silver-white sword in his hand pointed at the sky, his eyes show a fighting intent Ling Ran, it seems to be a warrior.

"Honorable Holy Envoy, our great God of Light is protecting his people!"

The red-robed old man stood at the gate of the castle, looked at the statue, and said to Jing Shaoling with admiration.

Jing Shaoling realized that this young statue was the Holy Light God in their mouths, but it was a little strange why it still had a pair of wings, could it be that it was not a human race, a demon beast, or a human with demon blood?

There are some high-level monks in the cultivation world, and they often form Taoist couples with some heaven and earth demon beasts that have cultivated into human bodies, this phenomenon is not surprising, there are many cases recorded in ancient books, the most famous is that the fox fairy and the human race are combined more.

The offspring they often give birth to are all with part of the blood of the demon clan, and they are also considered an outlier among the monks.

"Which clan's demon cultivator is this, could it be that of the Bird Clan?"

Jing Shaoling couldn't help but ask.

The red-robed old man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, and said in a daze: "Demon cultivation, what is demon cultivation?"

Jing Shaoling suddenly felt a little collapsed in his heart, this place was completely different from the world before him, although they were all monks, but the difference was too big, it seemed that the people here did not understand the cultivation system.

"I mean, the Holy Light looks like a ..... It's great!"

Jing Shaoling originally wanted to say that he really looked like a birdman, but when he thought that these people admired him so much, he quickly changed his words and praised him, he would not do anything that made the public angry, and he was not a fool.

When the red-robed old man heard this, he suddenly came to his senses and began to say: "If you want to say that our great God of Holy Light, it is believed by countless believers, he is the savior of our Holy Light Continent, and he is also the only god of our Holy Light Continent, when the demons invaded the Holy Light Continent, the human race was in danger...........

The red-robed old man chattered endlessly about the great history and exploits of the Holy Light God, and Jing Shaoling felt that he was more nagging than Nie Feng, but he finally figured out what this place was.

It turned out that this place was called the Holy Light Continent, and there was a demon invasion many years ago, it should be said that those blood-colored bats, the people here are not opponents at all, and they were almost wiped out by the blood-colored bats, and then a person called the Holy Light appeared, passed down the cultivation method to fight with the demon beasts, and finally expelled the demon beasts and saved the human race.

Later, the Holy Light established a force called the Holy Light Temple and ruled the entire continent, so this continent was also named the Holy Light Continent, and the people here believed in the Holy Light and treated him as a god.

And in every city or town on this Holy Light Continent, there is a branch hall of the Holy Light Temple, and the person who presides over the branch hall is called a cardinal, which is equivalent to the role of the head of the house, and there are four black-clothed cardinals who assist the cardinal, whose status is slightly inferior to that of the cardinal, and the status is probably like the elders in the Heavenly Demon Sect, but the power is much greater than that of ordinary elders.

This old man in a red robe is the cardinal of the Holy Light Temple in Berlin City, and the other four old men in black robes are black bishops.

Through Jing Shaoling's side knocks, he also learned from the mouth of the red-robed old man that the cultivation method here was completely monopolized by the Holy Light Temple, and all people who wanted to cultivate must join the temple, and their names were different according to their cultivation level.

The monks of the foundation building period are collectively referred to as bishops, except for the bishops in charge of the branch halls, who are called cardinals, and the rest are collectively referred to as black bishops.

For example, the monks in the early stage of the condensation period are called first-level disciples, the middle stage of condensation is called second-level disciples, the late stage of condensation is called white-clothed priests, and the condensation is called gray-clothed priests.