What is the difference between a false saint and a quasi-saint who determines the acceptance of a saint? Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info even if it is the pinnacle quasi-saint, it is just going further on the premise of the realm of enlightenment, at most it can initially use the Tao of its choice, and the pseudo-saint is to be able to borrow the power of the Tao and completely use it for his own use!

The leading saint is just a false saint, but he is also a heavenly saint. As long as the Heavenly Dao is still there, in the Central World, it can be regarded as having no opponents.

This huge palm, with a completely irresistible force, directly razed the entire mountain and river palaces on Jinao Island to the ground from top to bottom.

Yunxiao Niangniang's mixed yuan golden bucket also tried to weaken the opponent's mana, so as to reduce the damage received. The fists of the Duobao Dao people also tried to blast out a few punches to slow down the power of that huge palm, and at this time, they felt how big the gap between the peak quasi-saint and the pseudo-saint was.

Previously, he was able to fight a few times with the Guiding Saint who was attacking and defending, but it was just because the Guiding Saint was still a quasi-saint method. Now this irreversible palm is the handiwork of the true Heavenly Dao Saint!

Under one palm, the two peak quasi-saints were undoubtedly blasted into the ground, and they didn't know how many heavy wounds they had suffered. The five great Ming kings that Duobao Dao people turned into with the Zhuxian Array Diagram shattered their bodies under this palm, turned into a mass of essence, and flew back into the Zhuxian Array.

Even those sectarian disciples who were on the edge and were not mainly treated by the palm of their hands, as long as they cultivated to the Golden Immortal Realm, they couldn't withstand the pressure of this Heavenly Dao, and they exploded and died. Those who are lucky enough to cultivate into golden immortals, even if they resist hard, they will be severely injured, and they will not want to recover for one hundred and eighty years.

The entire Jinao Island, a large island of Xiuzhen protected by the Shangqing sage Shangqing Immortal Law, directly dropped several meters in height under this palm, and many low-lying residences were directly submerged by the sea water of the East China Sea.

The power of the pseudo-saint's blow was terrifying, and it directly destroyed most of the combat power of the sect!

A small island that was originally regarded as beautiful scenery and full of fairy spirit, all of a sudden, like a piece of mud cake, floated on the East China Sea, miserable.

Suddenly, a colorful light shone out of the dirt. Then, a gray figure with a small piece of dirt piled up on his head flew up from Jinao Island.

"Senior brother, you bastard, you can do it, why did you beat me in? Dirt! Ben Sheng's face is completely gone! I'm so angry that I'm so angry!" he hurriedly used the divine light from the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree to continuously wash his Dao robe, and the Zhun Ti Sage shouted angrily.

The initiator of everything, the sage, looked at his junior disciple and silently stopped making a sound.

The same palm, but a small, one size smaller palm than ordinary people, gently slapped on the not too small head of the Divine Court, Judge William.

It's like a little kid playing a ball there.

And that ball, under this little hand, like a bullet shot out of the chamber, was involuntarily slapped into the ground, from the top of the mountain, directly under the ground!

The miserable howl, only halfway through it, came to an abrupt end. For the one who made the voice was already in the dirt.

Punching the Pope and slapping the chief judge with a palm, even those bishops and referees who have an almost die-hard and foolish belief in the Divine Court, in the face of such a situation, can't help but start to doubt their eyes, wondering if this is a dream.

Could it be that the little child in front of him is the great demon Satan descended to earth?

"You guys, it's time to fight, the master said, I want to avenge myself, now, accept the punishment of my Smans family!" With a ding, a total of ten sharp claws bounced out of Little Roland's fingers. With a frightening cold light, Little Roland's eyes looked fiercely at the referee behind Referee William, the referee who was at a loss and hurriedly floating in the air.

"Devil, devil!" Although his mouth was already a little trembling and his heart was very afraid, the brainwashing cultivation of the Divine Court over the years had not been in vain. At least, let these referees who can't reach the high-level of the Divine Court know that as long as they believe in the main god, they will be able to immortalize and immortalize.

There were more than ninety referees in total, and almost at the same time, more than ninety Holy Light Crosses of different sizes were split. There is only one target for these attacks, and that is Roland Jr.

More than ninety holy light crosses gathered together, which could not be described as immense, and almost illuminated the pitch-black sky rendered by Xiao Luo Lan with a sky-high demonic aura once again.

In their cognition, as long as it is a blood clan, as long as it is a dark creature, there is no possibility of being intact if they are hit by the Holy Light Cross, even if it is a prince, if they are hit by a referee's Holy Light Cross, they will be injured by a little burning.

In this sea of light, which can be called the bathing of holy light, little Roland completely surrounded himself with a pair of pitch-black bat wings, and all the light was blocked by this pair of bat wings, and nothing could be revealed. In front of his eyes, beside him, it was still as black as ink, and his fingers were missing.

"This, this should be reduced to ashes, right? Even the head of the Sartre family can't withstand the chopping of so many referees, right?" Archbishop Kale muttered in his heart. He couldn't see the inside of the Holy Light Cross, and could only guess from his own experience.

"Bright, this is a very nasty feeling!" a roar with a hint of anger came from where Roland Jr. was. After that, a little bit of demonic qi that was so thick that it couldn't do it spurted out in a daze!

It's demonic energy, not blood energy!

"Retreat, retreat!" Pope Leonard, who was already frowning, finally noticed that something was wrong, and hurriedly shouted, hoping to remind the referees who were already a little dazed.

"It's too late. Above the ancient castle, under that old face, Mu Ran showed a sly smile.

The demonic qi, the demonic qi that rushed to the sky, completely burst out of Xiao Luolan's body, and a pair of black wings no longer surrounded him, but stretched and stretched to the limit!

What kind of holy light, what holy light cross, this is the attack of a few referees, and even those deputy referees, even the three zhang of Xiao Luo Lan can't get close.

Then, the demonic qi was everywhere, and all the people who were contaminated by these demonic qi to the slightest bit, whether he was a referee or the chief referee, the entire body was drained of all its vitality, turned into a pile of dry bones, and fell from the sky.

The divine energy of these dead people, including their life force, was not left behind, and it was all absorbed by little Roland and integrated into his body. This also includes the despair and unwillingness of these court personnel before they died.

The eyes, red, blood-red eyes, do not have the innocence that a child should have, or even a little human color that a normal person should have, but have the kind of crazy, bloodthirsty, and angry emotions that can only be had.

On the high platform, Mu Ran seemed to have discovered these abnormal situations. Although it is normal to cultivate the Demon Dao Technique and have a murderous personality, Xiao Luolan is no longer a demon cultivator like this, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a demon.

"I'll wake up to the master! If you can't resist this, how can you still be the apprentice of the master!" The crimson cane in Mu Ran's hand slammed into the ground of the ancient castle, shattering a large piece of the stone bricks on the floor. This sentence was directly instilled into Xiao Luolan's ears by Mu Ran with a secret method.

Maybe Mu Ran's words had some effect, Xiao Luolan's whole body trembled, his hands hugged his head in pain, and roared like crazy, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

On the side, Pope Leonard, along with the bishops whose faces had changed drastically, were secretly preparing something that would be beyond what should be in this world, such as summoning a certain angel, or a certain number of angels, or archangels, who were stronger than the four-winged archangel Varivedo!