Joan of Arc looked at Zhang Xuansheng, and after a few seconds, he suddenly burst out laughing.

"You haven't changed at all."

"The same to you."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the gap that had been separated for a long time disappeared in an instant.

"Tell me about your current situation, how many people are there?"

Zhang Xuansheng got to the point.

"Are you talking about the Holy City? With your cultivation level, you still have to ask me?"

Joan of Arc wondered, under divine thoughts, everyone in the Holy City should have nowhere to hide.

Zhang Xuansheng smiled awkwardly and said, "I was so ugly on the way I came. The things in our place are a bit difficult to deal with."

Joan of Arc suddenly realized that "our place" naturally refers to the foundation.

Zhang Xuansheng's luck is outrageous, but if it were their "hometown", those unreasonable and regular containment items might indeed be effective for him.

"So, you came from all over the world to be a pronunciation board?"

Joan of Arc teased.

Zhang Xuansheng:...

At this time, he could not find any rebuttal.

"It will be lifted tomorrow, and I will just act as the other party giving me benefits."

Zhang Xuansheng didn't force himself to save face. Although the 24-hour Rubik's Cube was magical, he really saw some tricks after several hours of exploration.

He felt that some of the rules were worth referring to, and combined with the foundation of his secret method of the God-Sealing Sect, he might be able to go to a higher level.

The two chatted, as if this was not a ruined holy city, but on the continent that once shrouded in glory.

Time seemed to have become quiet, and I couldn't bear to flow at this moment.

The others present just waited quietly, not even taking a look at them. That was their inner respect.

But it was such a rare moment of joy when reunited, a harsh sound of breaking through the air sounded, making everyone look up.

Just like the previous launch of the Saint Guard of Cantel, a rocket soared into the sky, but the tiny flames made people nervous.

Zhang Xuansheng looked around and saw a few lits of fire on the temporary city wall, like a prairie fire. In a few breaths, all the torches on the city wall were lit.

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This is a huge waste for the current scarce resources, but the knights who defended the city still did this, which means that a huge threat is coming.

"Lancelot, call all the knights to defend the city!"

Joan of Arc made a judgment instantly and ordered, with a serious expression, but his calm eyes made Zhang Xuansheng feel a little moved, which really felt a bit "a general's style".

But now is not the time when he appreciates Joan of Arc's growth. This is the stronghold of the rebels, and Lancelot and Joan of Arc are in charge. Ordinary Protestants dare not get into trouble here.

Joan of Arc lit up with a faint light, rose up, and came to the city in an instant, while Zhang Xuansheng trotted along with Lancelot.

When passing by many knights, although they had no words, their eyes were always a bit weird.

The man who was hailed as a god by Marcy and the Holy Knight Lancelot performed a kneeling salute again and had a great conversation with the Saint Maid actually didn't look very fast when he ran.

Yes, Zhang Xuansheng can't even keep up with Lancelot who slightly inspires the fighting spirit now.

It made him feel for the first time that it was so inconvenient to have no cultivation, and how weak he is as a mortal.

"boom--"

While running, he saw the firelight rising from the sky outside the city, the intermittent shining of the holy light, and the shouts of killing soaring into the sky.

It seems that the encounter has begun.

After he struggled to climb to the top of the city, he saw the scene outside the city.

All over the mountains, endless living dead, and the Protestants who were well-dressed in it.

"Hahahaha-What a wonderful night, a feast is about to begin, so how can there be no food?"

One of the men in red, with long hair blown into a ponytail, laughing wildly in the craze of the living dead.

He was greeted by Joan of Arc's attack, and spears of holy light came from the sky to punish these dirty sinners.

She was not targeting this man, where the holy light shines, and all the Protestants were her targets.

Never let these Protestants get close to the Holy City!

The knights may be able to deal with these living dead people polluted by evil magic. Any of these Protestants who master the power of demons will flow into a river of blood when they enter the city.

Screams, wails, and crazy laughter, accompanied by the river of blood flowing out of the bodies of Protestants and the living dead, form a drawing of hell.

In this painting, Joan of Arc, as holy as a god, descended into the sky with a rain-like spear of light to clear away sins, but the crazy will on the ground was twisted like a substance, stretching towards the sky like a big hand, to pull that holiness into the abyss.

After a burst of attacks, Joan of Arc had to stop breathing a few minutes. Her battles over the years had already made her overdraw, and her strength was of course no longer peaked. Now she is only at the ninth level of strength and has no endurance.

With just one wave of attacks, she had to continue overdrawing her life before she could recover.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the "lucky" dead people continued to get up and move forward, staggering in the bloody swamp.

What surprised and shocked Joan of Arc was that there were many places where she attacked, and the man in red who laughed wildly at first stood there without any damage.

No, it cannot be said to be unscathed.

"Sigh--"

The man in red licked the blood that flowed to his mouth, and a wound was scratched on his left face, but he was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Is this the saint of the old era?"

His eyes were shining with a fanatical expression, as if the greedy evil spirit saw the bread.

"It really excites me!"

His body was shaking, trembling with excitement, and his clothes under him were swelling.

He leaned his head with both hands and twisted wildly, as if this would make him "calm"

It seemed that it was not enough, so I put my fingers into my mouth and bit them one by one. A sour sound sounded, and blood flowed down, some swallowed into my mouth and some dripped to the ground.

A pair of eyes kept turning up and down, left and right, and the ends of the hair shook like electricity, and the soul had reached an orgasm.

"Ah—ah—ah—I God has ordered me!"

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"Ah--Isn't it a pity to eat it directly..."

He was like a clown on the stage, talking wildly to himself, and finally fell into peace. He slowly lowered his hands and looked at Joan of Arc in the air, his eyes fixed.

nausea.

This was Joan of Arc's only feeling now, and then forced overdraw and launched another attack. Countless divine spears shot at the man in red.

This time, the man in red had no intention of avoiding him, and allowed those divine spears to penetrate him. In the wilderness, he was inserted into a hedgehog and strung on the ground.

But surprisingly, the man in red did not die, but instead moved his body very calmly, regardless of the piercing and breaking of his limbs.

When he was inserted into the air, he performed a gentleman's etiquette.
Chapter completed!