The entire holy city began to be covered by endless glory.

King Yue Sword, half volume of "Taigong's Art of War", Solomon Temple and Abraham's Stone - a quarrel between four sides.

The four holy objects divide the holy city into four battlefields without restraint.

Smoke and dust are everywhere on the earth.

In the pervading smoke.

The holy objects reveal their own visions.

There are chants like ancient times, strolling on the broken earth, pitying the world.

With endless killing and uncovered sword intent, the sea of ​​clouds stirs up the sea of ​​clouds.

There are sacrifices that look like a long history, and in the illusory picture, someone put a brilliant golden ark into the majestic hall.

There is also the sound of reading like the ancients. The golden pages in Hu Ziming's hand opened and revealed the broken golden words.

The ancient sounds of reading are circulating here.

Armor array.

It seems that countless people are sending troops to set up formations.

The Holy City has become a four-legged tripod.

The dilapidated city became even more dilapidated, and the dilapidated buildings that still stood completely collapsed at this moment.

Endless power baptizes the earth.

The whole earth seemed to have plowed.

Not far from Solomon's Temple, Hu Ziming stood up staggeringly with a half volume of "Taigong's Art of War" in his hand.

There was confusion in his eyes.

"what happened?"

This is too sudden.

There is no sign of premonition.

Wu Jie also looked around with the bronze ancient sword in his hand.

Everyone from the sects who had just walked down from the Holy City Gate Tower in the distance were swept away.

It's like sweeping away fallen leaves in autumn.

No slight struggle.

I can only float in the direction where the wind has arrived.

In the end, it really proves that when a person flies high, he really falls like fallen leaves.

Everyone was swept out of the Holy City.

Afterwards, the entire earth began to break under endless pressure in the holy city, like cracked soil roasted on the fire.

The sound of "Click! Click!" continued to echo on the earth.

And what comes with cracks.

"It seems like something happened that we don't know, otherwise the Temple of Solomon and the Abraham Rock wouldn't erupt at the same time."

The voice of "dead old man" is still hoarse.

His clothes were beginning to crack.

The dry muscles and bones were exposed, and the outer wrapping of the face was also cracked, revealing a creeping face.

As soon as the incident happened, the "old man" subconsciously defended, and the endless yin energy that surged out broke his clothes.

He looked at his feet now, thinking.

"It seems like there is something under the earth."

"I'm dead old" thought about it for a while before slowly saying.

"underground?"

Hu Ziming and Wujie quickly lowered their heads.

Looking at the cracked earth under your feet.

But they got nothing.

“Cruff!”

At this time, an ancient door opening sound came.

The golden gate of the Solomon Temple, which was in front of everyone in Kyushu, slowly opened.

Inside the temple is endless white, like a world without darkness.

An old man in modern clothes walked out of it.

He was energetic and showed a spirit that was completely inconsistent with his age.

"Malamud?"

Hu Ziming was stunned for a moment, and immediately recognized the man in front of him - the spiritual leader of Judaism.

On the other side, a middle-aged man also walked out of the rock hall.

He was neither sad nor happy, and looked at Malamed across the air.

On the broken land, there are no complete buildings, only the Rock Hall and the Temple of Solomon are still entrenched in place.

"Nation from Jiuzhou?"

Malamed seemed to have reached some consensus with the person opposite him, and turned his head and frowned and said.

"Yes, it was the Lord of the Holy City who invited us. Our purpose was to help the Holy City guard the Temple of Solomon."

Hu Ziming glanced at him and replied.

He knew Malamed, and the relationship between the spiritual leader of Judaism and the Lord of the Holy City was also extremely good.

If this fight starts, it will be considered bad.

It feels like you are hitting your own people.

"I see."

Malamod nodded.

"Then clean up these outsiders first."

Maramud looked at the people in the distance and stretched out his hand.

A pure white holy light came out from his fingertips.

The entire temple of Solomon is like a united unit with Malamed.

The holy light crossed the space, rushed out of the holy city, and headed towards everyone outside the city.

Tianzhu and others who had just been swept away from the Holy City were pulled back by the Holy Light again.

"People, please let go."

This is a middle-aged man talking at the entrance of the Yantang.

His voice carries the unique breath of the Holy City words.

That kind of ancient and religious atmosphere.

"enemy!"

Malamed looked at the middle-aged man coldly and only said two words.

"Please return the people of the Green Cult."

The middle-aged man in front of Yantang did not give in at all.

He pointed to Abdul and others in the crowd.

"He is my friend."

Malamed explained very rarely.

"Please return the people of the Green Cult."

Middle-aged people are still repeating their own words.

After Malamed glanced at the middle-aged man, he waved his hand and threw Abdul and others over.

The remaining people were imprisoned outside the golden hall of Solomon's temple.

At this time, the black-clothed hermit, who was seriously injured and unconscious, woke up.

He opened his eyes hard and said:

"His Excellency Malamed, we are friends, and you should have communicated with the Patriarch of the Universal World."
To be continued...