Chapter 533

"They are all holy level spirit tools..."

Ziyun was slightly stunned. The Jihad disciples of the Jihad sect also looked at Han Yun one by one.

They are holy order spirit tools!

How generous this is!

Holy order spiritual tools, in the kingdom of God and holy religion, there are generally no small saints. Even the great saints use only the spiritual tools at the beginning of the holy order.

But now.

It's a small Niubi Pavilion. Since all the disciples use Holy Spirit tools.

Look from a distance.

There are at least thousands of Holy Level spirit tools, and the rest holding imperial level peak spirit tools are disciples who have just entered the God of death battle group and their cultivation is still in the early days of the little emperor!

"My Lord, my holy Church..."

Ziyun's lips trembled slightly.

Can the Holy Church get so many holy order spirit tools?

Even if we can, will the church trade so many holy order spiritual tools for them?

It's impossible!

Although they are the great emperor, the little saint and the strong, they don't have a Holy Spirit instrument. From this point, we can see how precious the Holy Spirit instrument is in the holy religion!

"Why, do you still think I need a spirit instrument?"

Han Yun looked at Ziyun and asked with a smile.

What is a holy order artifact?

Han Yun didn't even pay attention to the Holy Level spirit tool, let alone the Holy Level spirit tool.

Besides

"Hey, hey..."

Han Yun's mouth aroused a wicked smile. Han Yun remembered that if he killed the Jihad regiment, he could complete the mission of the regiment.

The mission reward of the regiment.

Raise the weapons of the disciples of the death war regiment to one level again!

That's a promotion!

Now the disciples of the God of death battle regiment are already holding the spiritual tools of the imperial level and the holy level. If they are upgraded, they will be holding the spiritual tools of the Xiaotian level and the holy level!

"Big... Lord..."

Ziyun's body could not help shaking, and a touch of despair rose in the eyes of other saints.

Do you?

They're really going to die here today!

"Ziyun, it's not that I don't want to save you. Now you can see that your Jihad regiment is a group of waste. For my God of death regiment, your Jihad regiment is useless except for eating!"

Han Yun looked at Ziyun and sighed.

"Waste?"

"Only eat!"

The disciples of the Jihad regiment looked at Han Yun angrily.

But think about it.

In front of the God of death battle group, the Jihad group really has no effect at all!

"Sir, as long as you spare our lives, we are willing to do anything!"

Ziyun looked at Han Yun and suddenly said.

"Willing to do anything?"

Han Yun's eyes flashed and then asked, "are you really willing to do anything!"

"Don't worry, my Lord. As long as you let us go, even if we betray the holy religion, there will be no problem!"

Ziyun quickly promised.

"Betray the church?"

Han Yun grinned and then said, "you are very good. You are more strange than the dog I raised by Han Yun!"

"Hey, hey..."

Ziyun quickly smiled.

"In that case, I'll let you live and let me leave the power of God and soul in your knowledge of the sea. You go back to the holy church now. Once there is any abnormality in the Holy Church, report it to me immediately!"

Han Yun said coldly.

"You want us..."

Ziyun looked slightly changed.

"Why not?"

Han Yun looked suddenly cold, cold and murderous, which made Ziyun's face suddenly change. He quickly said, "we are willing!"

"Just be willing!"

"Give me a seal!"

Han Yun's mind and spirit moved rapidly, and the power of the soul rolled out. All the 300 saints were determined by Han Yun.

"Master... Master..."

A dry voice came, and the twinkling eyes slowly became respectful.

With the power of this divine soul.

Once they dare to betray Han Yun, they will die.

"Good, you all go back!"

Han Yun waved to several people and said with a smile.

"Thank you, my Lord!"

Ziyun breathed a sigh of relief and then said coldly, "let's go!"

"Wait..."

Seeing Ziyun leaving, Han Yun suddenly shouted.

"Sir, didn't you say..."

"Who let you go?"

Han Yun looked at Ziyun and raised his eyebrows.

How could he let Ziyun go!

This Ziyun, he still has to keep it to practice seizing the soul!

"Sir, are you..."

Ziyun looked stiff. From Han Yun's indifferent eyes, Ziyun suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"They'll just go back. As for you, stay!"

Han Yun looked at Ziyun and said indifferently.

"Stay?"

Ziyun's look changed greatly, and then he hurriedly said, "Sir, aren't you already..."

"You want to die!"

Han Yun suddenly turned his head. His cold eyes, like a sword, pierced into Ziyun's heart.

"I..."

Ziyun's back is dripping with cold sweat. Now his cultivation is sealed. The power of the divine soul is worse than Han Yun. Han Yun brings him great pressure. It's terrible!

"I'll stay!"

Ziyun suddenly lowered his head and said with a gloomy face.

"That's good..."

Han Yun grinned and then opened his mouth to other saints: "you can get out!"

"Thank you, my Lord!"

Several people quickly left, several breaths, has disappeared into the void.

"Boss, let these little bastards go. I haven't had enough of killing yuan Yue!"

Yuan Yue walked next to Han Yun and said discontentedly.

"Have fun?"

Han Yun drew a little from the corner of his mouth, and then said coldly, "if you don't enjoy killing, I'll let you kill enough!"

"Really?"

Yuan Yue's eyes lit up.

"Yuan Yue listens to orders!"

"The disciple is here!"

Yuan Yue walked to Han Yun with an excited face.

"You alone, go to the altar of the Holy Church, target, and kill the strongest Holy Lord of the Holy Church!"

"I..."

Yuan Yue looked at Han Yun and blushed.

"Hahaha..."

Other disciples of the God of death battle regiment laughed happily when they saw this scene.

"Boss, aren't you kidding me..."

"You dare not go?"

Han Yun looked at Yuan Yue and asked with a smile.

"Cough..."

Yuan Yue coughed and hurriedly said, "boss, as long as it's your order, even if I spell this little life, I will definitely finish it!"

"All right, all right!"

Looking at Yuan Yue's persistent flattery, Han Yun waved and said, "clean up the battlefield and follow me to the Golden Dragon forbidden area!"

"Golden Dragon forbidden area?"

Yuan Yue gave a slight meal and then said excitedly, "boss, do you want to pick up the brother of the war clan?"

"Not out!"

Han Yun shook his head slightly and then said, "do you think we can really block the holy religion and the kingdom of God by relying on us?"

"What does the boss mean?"

"My Niubi Pavilion will be moved into the Golden Dragon forbidden area from tomorrow. These seven ancient cities are only the first battle of my Niubi Pavilion. It's the so-called easy to fight the world, but it's not so simple to hold it!"

Han Yun looked at the void and the light burst out in his eyes!