"God cannot be blasphemed. The pagans should bear the wrath of God! The great pagans should bear the wrath of the great paladin Aojil! The great Aojil let the pagans disappear in this world!" The ascetic raised the wooden stick in his hand like a stockinger, chanting loudly, his voice becoming louder and louder.

The Paladin Ogil in the air suddenly pulled the reins, the horses roared and raised their front hooves, and stood up. Then they rushed towards me with an unyielding aura.

At this moment, the world was in darkness. Only the light brought by the Paladin was like a sharp blade cutting the entire darkness. I was standing in the darkness, the target that the blade was finally torn apart.

Everyone's breathing was so fierce that they could not help but hold it. Everyone's eyes widened. Such a fierce attack made everyone feel a pale sense of powerlessness. They even turned the hope that had just risen into despair and grief in an instant. Such an attack, let alone a person, would probably no longer exist after the attack. This is not a force that humans can do, but the power of immortals.

Bang! A deafening collision sound made the entire Qingxu Mountain peak tremble, but there was no dust. When people opened their eyes, they found that the unstoppable charge was just blocked by one hand. The tall and mighty warriors were trampled under their feet like a dog, and the majestic warriors pressed their foreheads on one hand, with ordinary and even dirty hands.

Oh oh! The war horse made a roar, and a black shadow suddenly gathered in its body, supporting the body of the war horse like a slow motion explosion, and then exploded.

Rumble! The sound was loud and even the powerful impact made the people closer to fly backwards directly.

After the strong explosion, the ground had become extremely fast. There were no war horses or paladins. There were only a clean flat ground. There was no piece of minced meat or a drop of blood. The flat area was more than ten square meters of flat rocky ground.

Everyone was silent. The Xuan Cultivator seemed to have no reaction when facing such a sudden ending. Because they didn't understand how such a powerful impact was cracked, how the majestic Paladin was trampled under his feet. What happened that black energy suddenly exploded.

In contrast, the missionary was rolling his eyes one by one, and blood was winding down his facial features into a stream slowly. Is the ascetic squatting on the ground at this moment? His pale face was even pale without a trace of blood. He stared at the person who was still walking towards him step by step.

At this moment, it seemed that there was only one person on the other side who was clearly like a tsunami, covering the sky like a tsunami. Although there were people around him, they did not give him any sense of security! He wanted to leave, struggled to let himself retreat and keep himself away from this devil. But he couldn't do it, and afterwards did he take a few steps back, he suddenly found that he seemed to be leaning against a wall, but there was no one behind him, let alone a wall that hindered him.

"Dear Master Ni, your strength has won our respect. Why don't we sit down and talk? We can leave and stop setting foot in China. Look how?" The eight people who were always high among the missionaries stood on both sides with ugly faces and a chair was exposed. On the chair was a man in a chariot and a crown. He was smiling and said kindly. It seemed that his proposal was a gift.

"What are you? Are you afraid?" The corners of my mouth raised slightly, and a smile was as sunny as a boy next door. But my eyes were extremely cold. The blood of killing made every cell of my cell tremble, as if I was born for killing, and the only thing that could calm me down was killing, which was killing, constant killing. Now, I have not started yet, because I want to let the enemy wail in fear and die in fear.

"I am Pope Lavis of the Vatican. I swear with my loyalty to God that I am willing to form an alliance with China and never betray China. Is this enough?" Lavis looked at my steps still moving forward, and his eyes couldn't help but twitched a few times. However, he lowered his posture unexpectedly and even said humbly.

"Ravis, since you are here, you don't need to go back. For your proposal, only blood can prove whether it is worth it!" I said as I walked to the ascetic, stretched out my hand and lifted the ascetic in my hand as if I was lifting a chicken. I was wrong with both hands, and a head was thrown away directly, my body spewed like a fountain, and blood spilled!

"You! Well, Ravis hit you, that's the punishment he deserves. Master Ni, do you think this is not enough?" Ravis squinted his eyes and watched the ascetics break his neck and even flew out in front of him. Such a miserable scene made Ravis feel sad and angry as a rabbit dead fox, but he still held it back, still having a smile and a sincere tone.

"Oh, is it? You all owe me and even hurt my brother. Then it should be good for me to release me. I'm very happy that you can think so." I still smiled, was the soul-devouring sword in my hand, and flew out directly along the mountain road where the missionaries holding the cross. What surprised me was that most of them were Chinese.

"Give me your life! I don't want to die!"

"Ah! Grandpa Fairy, I was cheated!"

"I have a wife and children, I don't want to die!"

All kinds of reasons and various fearful faces made me feel sad! What kind of people are they? When helping foreign races massacre their compatriots, have they ever thought that they had died at their hands, and that they should have parents, brothers, sisters, wives and children? Should they just die? Did they do something wrong? Is it just to defend their homes and give up what should be their own!

At this moment, I shed tears. The air was filled with blood, and even the Soul-Devouring Sword was constantly trembling and making a cry.

"Kill! Kill all, no one left! Forgot your ancestors and forgot to portray the shame on the country, I am not worthy of living." I gritted my teeth and said word by word. At the end, Yang Tian laughed: "Hahahahahahahaha!"

The laughter is free and outspoken, but there is a sense of grief and anger. Why is there no reason for the suffering of China? At this moment, I even wanted to find out their identities, take their heads and walk to their parents, and ask, how did you raise such scum! I even wanted to hold a butcher knife and kill all those who have something to do with him.

But I know that if I really do this, then I will completely fall into the devil's way, a machine that only knows how to kill. This may be my only rationality now, for my family to not fall into the cycle of reincarnation and the devil's way.

Tens of thousands of people, Jingjing, were killed by the Soul-Devouring Sword in a cup of tea. The sky was restored to Qingming, but the earth was dyed red by blood, and even gathered into a stream and spread down the mountain road.

Only nine people were left in the field, Pope Ravis, and the eight people who stood beside him and never spoke. The bald missionary with a staff was already trembling like a beggar in the cold wind. Even a large area was wet under his crotch.

"My brother, it is a shame to hurt in your hands, because you are not worthy." I looked at this person with contempt and continued to move forward.

"Devil! Devil, you are Satan! You are Satan!" The bald missionary moved backwards in fear. He stopped just after taking two steps.

"Silly Lu Feiya! You are the brother of Shang Hai's respected Master Ni. Your stupidity has caused great losses to the Divine Court. Now you go and atone for your sins!"

Lu Feiya had just stepped back two steps, but he didn't expect that behind him, the fellow Taoist who had always been brothers and brothers who were always caring for each other, betrayed him at this moment, grabbed his heart and closed his sense of power. At this moment, he was thrown out like an ordinary person.

"I curse you! You are traitors of God. If you ask the Ziyin Sect to cooperate with you, will they cooperate if it is not me? Now if you push me out, you will receive God's punishment!" Lu Feiyas shouted, his expression full of anger and unwillingness. He was betrayed by the people around him, which made him lose his mind in an instant. No matter how powerful his faith is, it will collapse instantly.

"Nonsense, respected national teacher, don't believe this guy's words. He's crazy, he's absolutely crazy!" Lavis still had a calm smile, which made people unconsciously want to believe every word he said. A person who can lie with a smile and makes people feel that what he says is true. Ordinary people can never do it. Lavis is not an ordinary person, he is the pope.

"How do you want to die?" I looked at Lu Feiya with a smile, ignoring Ravis's words.

Lu Feiya was stunned and stopped cursing. The man turned his head in fear and looked at the face of the masculine boy who was still smiling with tears. He couldn't say a word for a moment.

I wonder how to die, or some people will have many answers, and maybe they will chat enthusiastically in the situation of a tea party, but when death really comes, give yourself a choice of death. Who can choose to be calm? What else can you do except your brain is blank and your fear of death?

"I have many ways to make you die slowly, but now I have changed my mind and tell me what happened to the Ziyin Sect. I will make you die more happily."
Chapter completed!