Chapter 1841

"Go? Do you want to continue to take people?"

Ye Fantian's tone was a little sombre.

It's not that he despises this group of people. In fact, these guys really don't know their life and death. Their strength is not enough to fight him. They are still trying to leave with Chu Meng. Isn't that looking down on him.

"Hum, heresy, Chinese heresy, the glory of the Lord covers the whole earth, but it has no effect in your China. It's all because of your heresy. Only by completely killing you can the glory of the Lord spread over this dark country. For the glory of the Lord, you will be purified - die!"

This man no longer talks nonsense. The holy gun in his hand suddenly emits a bright light. There are terrible holy marks on the tip of the gun, trembling, flashing and exploding. The power of throughput is almost to break all obstacles and shackles.

"This power is just to deal with ordinary people, but it has no effect on me!"

Ye Fantian said faintly in his mouth.

"Boom"

With one fist, ye Fantian's fist technique is universal, but he chose the most direct way, the simplest line, one fist killing, without the slightest fancy means and tricks, but this way is the most powerful and terrible.

Ye Fantian's physical body is strong enough to go against the sky. Even the strongest person in the world may not be able to imagine the horror and astonishment.

"Bang!"

With one foot, ye Fantian's body walked forward like this, just a random punch, but ye Fantian's whole body seemed to have endless brilliance. When he stepped into the void, he seemed to be the only God in the world.

"Ah!"

The man in front of him was shot to the holy spear by Ye Fantian. Suddenly, the holy spear sent out an incomparably bright holy light. However, in this light, the other party was trembling and moaning. The subsequent punch was directly shot to the extreme, and the subsequent holy spear broke into pieces.

But this powerful force, obviously, did not change because of the rupture of the holy gun, and continued to bomb and kill the man's body.

"Poof..."

The blood spewed out, and the armor on the other party's flesh was also a holy weapon inherited for hundreds of years, with terrible glory blessings, but it could not stop Ye Fantian's power. In a burst of crackling sound, it exploded.

The next moment, the blood in his mouth began to spray out, and then the whole person had directly turned into a pile of broken meat and piled up there.

"Go..."

At this time, there were less than ten people left in the team. After seeing another of their companions killed, they almost had the courage to be frozen by the Lord. At this time, all doctrines, gifts and supreme glory lost their binding force in the face of death.

One after another began to howl bitterly.

"Go? Where are you going?"

Ye Fantian kicked and broke a man's body, and then took another shot to save Chu Meng.

"No!!"

All the strong men roared bitterly.

The role and value of Chu Meng is too great. They found Chu Meng this time, which is a great opportunity that no one can resist.

"Kill, kill this Chinese man, kill him!"

Several people roared.

Even if they know that ye Fantian is extremely powerful in front of them, even if they know that it is even more difficult to resist Ye Fantian, they still don't care. They care about Chu Meng.

These guys who didn't know what to do surprised Ye Fantian.

Chu Meng's identity was originally very simple, which ye Fantian was quite confident. But now it seems that there should be some taboo in Chu Meng's body, otherwise it won't attract so many people's attention.

"It seems that I didn't see it clearly."

Ye Fantian thought secretly in his heart.

"Holy judge!"

"Holy Cross - Wrath of glory!"

"Repression!"

"Purification!"

Several people roared, and the white holy light on their body was almost full-bodied to the extreme. The power of the whole body lingered around them, making their surroundings full of angel singing and virtual shadow superposition at this time.

The area of tens of thousands of meters is full of a sense of awe at this time.

"Hum..."

Ye Fantian snorted coldly in his mouth, and his palm grabbed at random, with a trace of pride on his face:

"Don't know what's dead or alive!"

This time, his hand was just a random grasp, but the power of this grasp seemed to control the power of the whole space. The Supreme Energy was rapidly huff and puffed, and then evolved into a wave that was almost suffocating.

The cracks of Dao Dao quickly appeared and then spread.

"Boom"

"Click!"

"No... I'm not convinced. You're a heresy. How can you fight us!"

A person's body cracked at this time, and there were more and more lines on his face. This was the sign of cracking. The blood was flowing. It looked very ferocious. Compared with the original holiness, it was different, but ye Fantian didn't care at all. The other party was so ferocious that he couldn't scare him.

"Unconvinced?"

With a sneer in their heart, the strong are respected, and there is no so-called obedience or disobedience. The reason why they are so presumptuous, ignore human life, and even catch people at will in China's territory is that they think they are very strong and have strong power. There is nothing to be convinced or disobedient.

"Glory is my life!"

Pop!

The other party suddenly knelt on the ground and shouted loudly.

"Burn my soul, burn my heart, burn my flesh and blood, holy Lord, open your eyes and punish the uncleanness in the world!"

The sound shocked the sky and passed far. At this time, a vast energy began to riot quickly from each other's body.

"Pa pa..."

The rest of the people seemed to have made up their minds, knelt on the ground and read aloud.

"Pa!"

Ye Fantian's strength was resisted by the other party.

The white holy power began to accumulate, and then shrouded half of the space. In that space, a terrible pure land was formed. This is a sacred and unparalleled pure land power, containing endless majesty and representing a power of punishment.

"Who dares to blaspheme the glory and gift of the Lord! Punishment!"

A strange voice suddenly fell from the sky. The voice, regardless of who I am, is lawless and has a supreme taste.

"Qiang!"

A figure slowly appeared.

This is an old figure. He wears a sacred robe and has a luxurious atmosphere. Endless glory lingers around his body like stars. He walks like this, but a God walks in the world.

Holding a scepter in his hand and a scroll in one hand, it looks like an ordinary scroll. At this time, it is even full of the power of holy glory.

"Boom!"

A figure appeared here. The figure trembled incomparably, with a look of resentment, and the fire of anger that could not be concealed burned wildly.

"Chekov? It's you? You're still alive?"

The appearance of the figure made the virtual shadow move slightly and speak.

Yes, this crazy figure is Chekov. He looks at the virtual shadow in front of him with anger and even a trace of resentment. The virtual shadow is as high as five or six meters. The vigorous holy power on his body is almost going to tear everything apart.

"The chanting of the gods, the evil means created at the expense of life and the essence of the flesh, did not expect the Pope to meet again."

Chekov's voice was burning madly with a terrible anger.

His eyes were extremely resentful. Obviously, just now, he felt the breath of glory and rushed over recklessly.

"Is this the Vatican's control? I didn't expect to be a hard old man."

The Bull Demon King, who came later, looked at the empty shadow of the pope with disdain on his face and said with a sneer.

"Chekov, you are indeed a heresy. You are not dead. The glory of the Lord is guarding you, but I didn't expect that you are still stubborn and still falling into an evil world."

The Pope roared bitterly on his face.

"Get out of your mother's heresy, bullshit glory. At the beginning, you killed my favorite woman. Since then, I don't believe in the bullshit glory anymore. Even if I don't believe it, the power of light can still be controlled. The main root of the bullshit is made up by you."

"Presumptuous, you are so rebellious, I have to punish you!"

"Pope, you must kill them. That woman, that woman is the blood guide of the crown of thorns. We can feel this breath from her."

"What?"

The paladins who were burning themselves shouted, but the voice changed the Pope's face.

Without thinking about it, he shot directly at Ye Fantian and others.

"Discipline!"

The power of the Holy Cross broke out quickly. This guy is worthy of being the Pope. Although he is only a virtual shadow summoned, his power has also reached a point that can go against the sky. Ye Fantian conservatively estimated that this guy's power is at the peak of the martial god level.

Doesn't that mean that if the power of this Ya is reached by the real body, it is enough to have the point of Mahayana?

"Die, Chekov. The Lord will forgive you for all your blasphemy!"

Waving his scepter, the Pope revealed a holy light, tore countless obstacles, and made a terrible crack on the ground.

"Hum... In front of me, in the land of China, you humble Western barbarians dare to be so presumptuous!"

Ye Fantian stepped and moved. Suddenly, he punched. He wanted to destroy the shadow of the Pope