"Stop! When you come to my Holy See today, do you want to leave so easily?"

The old holy envoy sitting next to the Pope shouted angrily, and a pair of wings formed by light suddenly appeared behind him.

With a flap of his wings, the whole person immediately turned into an afterimage and pounced towards Wei Li.

The staff in his hand was even more pointed, intending to sneak attack Wei Li's back.

The cultivation method of Westerners is different from that of Huaxia, and what Huaxia monks cultivate is mana, and they rely on absorbing the aura of heaven and earth to enhance their mana cultivation.

The cultivation of Western priests relied on daily prostration, and only by worshipping their Lord sincerely could they receive the power of light from their Lord.

The cultivation philosophies of the two are also very different, the Eastern monks rely on self-reliance, step by step, while the Western monks rely on other strength, begging for the power of light from their lord by giving up their self-dignity.

Therefore, the foundation of the Eastern monks is solid, while the light power of the Western monks is not cultivated by themselves, it is like a castle in the sky, although it is beautiful, but in fact it has no foundation.

Therefore, in the face of the old holy envoy's aggressive attack, Wei Li treated it indifferently, and with a movement of his mind, the dragon scale sword flew out of his body, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the front of the old holy envoy.

Before the old holy envoy's staff hit Wei Li, a flying sword had already stopped only a few inches away from his front door, and as long as Wei Li's mind moved, a sword would pass through his eyebrows.

The old holy envoy and the people of the Bright Sect present all looked at the flying sword hovering in mid-air with shocked expressions.

Slightly put away some contempt.

At least the young man in front of him is capable enough to defeat an old holy envoy.

"Are your wings fast, or are my flying swords fast?"

Wei Li's mind moved, and he put away the flying sword.

The old holy envoy hurriedly flew backwards, and at this moment, his forehead and back were already dripping with cold sweat.

"Hmph! No matter how strong you are, what can you do? We have twelve holy envoys here, and if we join forces, the Dark Speaker will also be defeated! How much stronger is it than the Dark Speaker?"

Another old envoy sitting next to the Pope suddenly shouted angrily, and with the other eleven envoys, the bright wings behind him flapped and lined up, and flew towards the door of the church, blocking Wei Li and the four of them in the church.

The faces of Master Li, Master Tu and Master Chen were extremely ugly.

Although they had expected that the other party might use force to attend the meeting this time.

But they didn't expect that they would actually dispatch twelve golden pill-level holy envoys to force them to submit.

"It seems that if you want to escape from the Holy See this time, there will inevitably be a fierce battle!"

Master Li and Master Tu all thought to themselves.

Only Wei Li, who still looked like an old god was there, didn't seem to take these twelve holy envoys seriously.

The staff in the hands of the twelve holy envoys flickered, and a powerful attack was brewing.

Master Li, Master Tu and Master Chen had already taken out the magic weapon and were ready to fight.

At this time, I saw Wei Li stretch out his hand and point, and a black mini dragon appeared in front of him, and let out a dragon groan at the twelve holy envoys in front of him.

Although the size of the dragon was not large, an astonishing destructive aura emanated from the dragon's body, and thunder flowers were still dancing on the dragon's body.

Wei Li, who is the third layer of the Thunder Swallowing Dafa, can he be underestimated?

Sensing the terrifying and destructive power emanating from Lei Jiao's body, the Twelve Holy Envoys' complexions changed greatly, and they postponed their attacks, but surrounded Wei Li and the four of them.

"Recalcitrant Orientals, heretics, let me wash away your sins with the infinite light of my lord!"

At this moment, the old pope, who was sitting motionless on the sofa, suddenly spoke angrily.

The scepter in his hand poked to the ground, and the gem inlaid on the scepter suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and a strong light shone towards Wei Li and the four of them, and the light reached the body, giving people a burning feeling.

The four of them immediately used their mana to block those rays of light from their bodies.

However, at this moment, the twelve holy envoys who had stopped attacking also suddenly moved, and the staff in their hands trembled slightly, and they were about to release their light and work together with the old Pope to attack Wei Li and the four of them.

Wei Li snorted coldly, and the dragon scale sword flew out again, turning into a streamer of light, shooting towards the twelve holy envoys.

At the same time, the thunder Jiao in front of him let out a roar and pounced on the Pope behind him.

Master Li and Master Tu Master Chen also knew that the situation was urgent, and if they didn't work hard at this time, I am afraid they would never have a chance again.

Therefore, the three of them all used their housekeeping skills and attacked the twelve holy envoys in front of them.

In the face of Wei Li's fierce counterattack, the old Pope and the Twelve Holy Envoys all changed their faces, and hurriedly recited their spells, urging the scepters and magic staff in their hands to neutralize the attacks of Wei Li and the four of them.

Although they resisted the attack of Wei Li's four people, the faces of the old Pope and the Twelve Holy Envoys were extremely unsightly.

Just as he was about to join forces again and leave the four of them here, he saw Wei Li stretch out his hand, and a thunder ding flashing with terrifying thunder and lightning suddenly appeared on the ground of the church.

The aura of destruction emanating from the Thunder Ding made the faces of the old Pope and the Twelve Holy Envoys change greatly.

This Lei Ding collected a lot of thunder tribulation power when Wei Li crossed the tribulation, and the thunder tribulation that Wei Li had at the beginning was an extremely amazing world-destroying thunder tribulation, and its power was even more terrifying.

"This person is Lei Xiu!"

Sensing the terrifying and destructive aura emanating from the Thunder Jiao, the Twelve Holy Envoys, including the Old Pope, all showed a look of horror.

"What a terrifying Lei Ding!"

The Pope and the Twelve Holy Envoys couldn't help but gasp, staring at the ancient ding on the ground with thunder and lightning on their faces in horror.

Even Master Li and Master Tu and Master Chen looked at Wei Li with shocked expressions.

Wei Li's methods are strong, and he is still a Lei Xiu, which has already shocked them.

They didn't expect that Wei Li still had such a treasure at the bottom of the box in his hand.

Wei Li looked at the old pope with a solemn face, and sneered: "If you want to keep us, then you will have to suffer the destruction of the church and the destruction of your subordinates! If I launch this Lei Ding, in addition to you, your church, and these subordinates of yours will be destroyed together!"

Wei Li's words were not for fun, with the power of thunder and lightning that Lei Ding had stored now, even if there were twelve more holy envoys, they would still be destroyed!

The power of thunder and lightning, especially the power of thunder tribulation, is not something that a group of Western Light Messengers can resist!

When the twelve holy envoys heard this, they were all shocked.

No matter how fast the wings of light on their backs are, they can't be faster than the speed of thunder and lightning, and once they are swallowed up by lightning, then they will only go to heaven to meet their Lord.

The old pope was also blue and red at the moment, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Time seemed to freeze, so that the waiting twelve holy envoys stopped even breathing.