Chapter 150 Don't be crazy, don't survive

"Rumble!!"

Above the Vatican sky, thunder bursts exploded, like the end of the world. The magic power of covering the sky turned the whole sky into darkness, and only a little golden holy light always stood in it.

"Wow!"

Pope St. Paul IV gasped and his white hair fluttered in the wind, but his bloody armor was full of knife marks. Only the judgment spear in his hand still emitted a dazzling red light. The Pope looked at Han Mo, who was standing proudly in the void in front of him, and his face could not help showing fatigue.

It's too strong. This person's strength is simply unfathomable. I'm afraid that in terms of the masters of the world, this person is definitely in the top three. Such a horrible person makes the Pope puzzled that he basically knows the name of the hidden power in the world, but this person is so fierce. Why has he never heard of it before?

"Old man, your Holy See has begun to decline 300 years ago. In the world for 300 years, your popes have spared no effort to accelerate their life and pass on the power of their hard work from generation to generation. Now it seems that you are almost exhausted!"

Han Mo's eyes overflowed with a cold light. Looking at the Pope, he couldn't help but show excitement in his eyes. The black knife in his hand was even more turbulent, with a strong murderous atmosphere, and the white tiger was faintly roaring on the knife.

The Pope's face suddenly changed when he heard the words. This matter is the biggest secret of the Holy See. Even this matter was known by this person, which made the Pope's heart suddenly sink and said coldly, "Who the hell are you? Why do you know so much?"

"Huh! The one who kills you!"

Han Mo snorted coldly, waved the knife in his hand and swept down. The sky cut open the sky and went down with the world's magic power. Seeing that the Pope waved the spear of judgment in his hand, a spear stabbed out, so that the surrounding void was broken.

"Boom!!"

When the two collided, the whole sky instantly turned into hazy chaos. Countless lights flashed, but there were countless magic flames galloping. The vitality of the surrounding ten miles was instantly emptied by it. The terrible power kept echoing in the sky. Fortunately, the two were fighting on the sky. If it were the ground, I'm afraid that the blood would have been flowing like a river at this moment.

After a few breaths, in the originally chaotic sky, a fraudulent fall suddenly exploded again, and a crack appeared in the sky, which seemed to tear the whole sky apart.

The chaos around suddenly dissipated, and the Pope held the trial spear and the big knife in Han Mo's hand were intertwined. At this moment, a golden light flashed on the Pope's forehead, and a pair of golden wings were born behind him.

The Holy See has begun to accumulate inheritance since St. Paul I. For three hundred years, the power exchanged by the first three generations of popes with their own life is now inspired by St. Paul IV.

The magnificent golden holy power, like rushing to the sea, made Sheng Baode's whole body burst into dazzling golden light, and even the blood-red armor on his body turned into gold.

"Huh! Did you finally work hard!"

The cold light in Han Mo's eyes flashed, and the big knife in his hand made a sound of tiger roaring, and the huge magic gushed out of Han Mo. At this moment, Han Mo seemed to be the master of heaven and earth, making the surrounding world tremble and submit.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

The Pope asked Han Mo with ferocious eyes. Han Mo was angry and fierce when he heard the words, and he sneered, "What do you want? I want to become an immortal. I want the world to submit to me. I want to conquer heaven and earth. I want too much, and the Holy See is just a part of me. Old man, since the news that the immortal gate will open 500 years ago, the masters of the world have fled one after another, in order to wait until today? What I want is the picture scroll that your Holy See has passed down for thousands of years.

"You,,,."

Han Mo's words made the Pope's heart make a stormy wave. All these secrets hidden in the Pope's heart were actually broken by Han Mo at this moment.

"Impossible! Even if you fight for everything, I won't let you succeed!"

After the Pope said, a dazzling golden light broke out all over his body, and the golden flame burned on the Pope. At this moment, the Pope did everything and had to fight with Han Mo at the cost of burning the flame.

The raging sacred flame illuminates the originally dark sky. At this moment, the Pope is like turning into a god into a sun, shining on the world. At the same time, the original scarlet trial spear turned into gold, showing the powerful power that the ancient artifact should show.

Han Mo's face changed. He didn't expect that the old man had such a means. He was pressed back step by step for a while. "Die, divine judgment!!" The Pope's eyes burned with madness and stabbed the spear of the trial with all his strength.

Han Mo's figure suddenly fell down from the sky like a cannonball, "Dong! Dong! "Song!" Han Mo's figure smashed countless buildings all the way and was finally buried by the ruins.

"Wow, hoo, hoo!"

At the same time, the Pope's face turned pale. This blow almost drained all his remaining vitality, and the flame on his body began to fade. The Pope gasped, as if he had to take more breath every time to breathe.

"Pope!"

At this time, the twelve archbishops of the cardinals rushed forward, and the twelve joined hands to make a sacred light fall on the pope. They used their holy power to heal the pope.

The Pope's expression slowed down, and his expression suddenly relaxed. However, at the moment when the Pope's mind relaxed, a blue dagger suddenly pierced the Pope's back.

"Puff!"

The golden blood bloomed from the Pope's chest, and the rest of the archbishops' pupils immediately contracted, and their eyes looked behind the Pope in shock. The owner of the dagger turned out to be Corey, who was also the head of the Twelve Cardinals.

"You, it's you!!"

The Pope's face showed an awakening look. Why did Han Mo know the many secrets of the Holy See? Why was the location of the Crusades known by Han Mo? Why the secret of the Holy See's possession of the picture scroll was revealed? At the moment when Corey's dagger pierced his chest, the Pope suddenly understood that he was the most A loyal friend, the person he trusts most, is actually a traitor.

"Bastard!!"

The rest of the archbishops were stunned and roared one after another. They hit the dazzling holy light and wanted to fight with Corey. However, how could Corey not have a backhand? Without waiting for the saint to come, Corey took out a scroll from his arms. The scroll was torn open, and the surrounding air was distorted. Corey's figure disappeared in front of everyone in an instant.

The next moment, Kolai's figure appeared on the ruins of the church below, "Touch!" At this time, there was an explosion, and Han Mo's figure strode out of the ruins. Although he looked a little embarrassed, he was not seriously injured.

"Saints, see the Lord!"

Kolai jumped, knelt down in front of Han Mo, and kowtowed to Han Mo. Han Mo smiled at the corners of his mouth, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work!"

Only then did everyone understand that Corey turned out to be the dark saint of the Black Religion. The Pope looked at Han Mo and Corey on the ground and couldn't help but show anger in his eyes, but the huge pain in his chest made the Pope feel a great pain all over his body.

"Quick, save the Pope!"

The rest of the archbishops took action one after another to fight all their holy powers to heal the Pope. However, the wound on the Pope's chest did not heal, but became more serious under the stimulation of the Holy Light.

"Puff!"

The Pope spit out a ball of blood, but the blood has turned blue. The Pope's old face can't help showing a sense of relief and calmness. He waved his hand at the crowd and said, "Don't waste your holy power. This dagger is highly poisonous and is not affected by the holy power!"

"Pope!"

The other eleven archbishops saw this, and their eyes couldn't help but burst into tears. At the same time, they stared at Corey beside Han Mo and roared, "Today is either you or I will die!"

Eleven archbishops took off their red robes and showed their thin muscles. With a roar, the strong sacred breath overflowed from them. The originally thin muscles met Ganquan and began to expand. However, in a blink of an eye, the eleven archbishops changed their waist, showing perfect muscles and vigorous holy power.

Seeing this, Han Mo couldn't help smiling at the corners of his mouth. He raised the black knife in his hand and put it flat on the tip of his chest and pointed to everyone. He sneered, "Feed my tiger blade with your blood today!"

"Dong~~~~."

However, at this time, a bell sounded, and the bell sounded far away, but with boundless power. Han Mo's eyebrows sank, and his eyes looked in the direction behind him, and the tiger sword in his hand made a buzzing sound, as if he had met a strong enemy.

"Dong Dong Dong!!"

bursts of bells gushed out from Ye Tianqi. Although the sound was not loud at the beginning, as time went by, the bells became louder and louder, which made Tianjue and others all look shocked.

The woman standing next to Tianjue couldn't help but be moved: "It's impossible! How can my ten-way killing world be broken!

In the haze, the space around Ye Tianqi began to shake, and cracks appeared around Ye Tianqi out of thin air. The magnificent power overflowed from it, which shocked everyone.

The vast bell echoed in all directions, and Ye Tianqi was in the killing array. At this moment, his eyes were as red as blood, his long hair danced wildly, and his whole body was like a sharp sword piercing the sky. The true qi in his body was like the Yangtze River galloping wantonly, and a god behind him showed infinite divine power.

At this moment, the spirit was pushed to the extreme by Ye Tianqi. A jade bell in his hand made bursts of bells. The bell sounded like a tide, swinging around. Every bell made the heaven and earth collapse, and the surrounding killing array revealed cracks.

Every bell makes Ye Tianqi bear a pressure in his body, and this pressure will be infinitely superimposed in a geometrically doubling way with the number of bells. Until now, every time Ye Tianqi rings a bell, the blood in his body flows backwards, and the internal organs in his body seem to have been punched several times.

"If you are not crazy, you will not survive! Since it's going crazy, it depends on who is more crazy!"

Ye Tianqi's eyes showed a crazy color, and the magic bell in his hand burst out dazzlingly, "Dong!!" The vast bells rolled like a tide, and the surrounding killing array collapsed and exploded.