St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican is one of the most outstanding churches in the world. It was built in 1506 and was completed after 80 years. The church contains frescoes and carvings of many European Renaissance artists such as Michelangelo and Raphael. There are endless tourists on weekdays, and today is definitely an unforgettable day for the entire Vatican.

In the square of St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican, almost all important members of the Western Holy See, including Pope Kegulas III, were present. There were six cardinals, nine knights of Templars, twenty-three white-clothed churches, and nearly three thousand gray-clothed priests around. They even specially invited four ascetics to come. It is no exaggeration to say that this is the strongest power of the Western Holy See in the human world. Except for the angels and God who did not come, all those who should come have come.

The square was full of priests in gray clothes, and each of them looked very excited. Those who could be selected to come here were elites who performed outstandingly from all over the world. They only had pilgrimages every four years, and were able to participate in them in person, which was a great honor for these crazy believers.

In the center of the square, Pope Kegulas III whispered to his most trusted confidant, Cardinal Archbishop Sofia, "Dear Sofia, no one except God can predict what will happen in the next moment, even if it is my great prophecy! I just have a vague feeling that something may happen today, and maybe we will be called by the Lord."

"His Majesty the Lord, please rest assured that our power in the Vatican is very strong. Even if the humble and evil creatures of the Dark Council come out in full swing, it is impossible to get close to you." Archbishop Sophia said with a smile on his face.

"Go and take the three holy tools that the Lord has given me, and I will wear them on my body. Only in this way can I feel that the Lord is with us!"

The Archbishop of Cardinal bowed deeply to the Pope. He walked into St. Peter's Cathedral, but he said disapprovingly: "What, His Majesty the Pope clearly wants to use holy tools to absorb the faith power of believers, so why make up any reason? Because His Majesty Kegulas has the strength of the earth's holy power, unless it is attacked by the Great Speaker of the Dark Council, or the strange and powerful Eastern Immortals, it is not possible to think of any power in this world that can harm His Majesty the Pope.

Of course, the Dark Council would not be stupid enough to take action in the Vatican. And those Eastern Immortals would not go to the Western world to make trouble. It would be a bit of a big deal to equip the holy artifacts here."

After thinking about it, the Archbishop of Cardinal put three holy tools on His Majesty the Pope.

These three holy objects have a lot of origin, the bronze wrist guard of the sage. The rumored Western world

The first armor can convert the holy power in the user's body into vitality. It consumes very little. As long as this wrist guard is worn on the hand, His Majesty the Pope will almost be an immortal body before the holy power is exhausted.

The golden crown, also known as the crown of God, can extract the faith power of a large number of believers and transform it into the holy power in the pope's body, endlessly. The golden scepter held by His Majesty the Pope has the power to transform the holy power into aggressive energy and emit it out, and can use a series of light magic through spells.

His Majesty the Pope who brought these three holy tools is equivalent to God’s incarnation on earth, and his combat power cannot be underestimated.

Through the flying flock of doves and the huge fountain, on the other side of the Cathedral Square, a young man in the east appeared outside the isolation line of the Holy See.

A gray-clothed priest walked over and asked, "Sir, please leave, St. Peter's Basilica will not be made public today."

The oriental young man nodded thoughtfully, his eyes shone behind the missionary and turned straight to the hundred steps on the other side of the square.

"It should be the guy with the crown!" The young man in the oriental suddenly said to himself. The missionary beside him could not understand Chinese Mandarin, but subconsciously followed the other person's gaze and looked behind him.

There was nothing behind him. Just as the missionary turned around, he was surprised to see a very strange scene.

Behind this oriental youth, a pair of huge wings suddenly grew, but these wings were completely different from any winged creatures contained in any book.

Angel's wings are often depicted as pure white feathers, just like birds, and demons' wings are usually pure black bat meat wings. The pair of wings seen by this missionary are neither like feathers nor flesh wings, but are made of white and green materials, just like the color of dandelions I saw when I was a child.

He gently pressed a finger at the ground, and a rising air immediately lifted Mu Qingshan's body up. The pair of big wings formed by dandelions on his back flapped two times, and he flew into the center of the square.

"Flying people in the air?" The missionaries in the square opened their eyes wide and looked at the oriental man slowly passing by in the air.

The dandelion wings finally floated above the steps of St. Peter's Basilica. Mu Qingshan looked at the ground that was only more than five meters high, and was amused and laughed. The wings looked very beautiful and cool, but they could not make themselves land. It was really funny.

It seems that my control over the extraordinary power in my body needs to be further improved!

As a last resort, Mu Qingshan had no choice but to shrugge, causing the two big wings to fall off from his back, and then he fell down quickly, stepping on the bluestone steps, making a dull sound.

As soon as he landed, a large number of gray-clothed priests surrounded him and whispered loudly: "Hereth!"

"Catch him from the East!"

"Catch him and burn him to death!"

"No! The Lord let us redeemed the lost Lambs!"

Of course, there are also some funny conversations.

"What's going on? Oh my God! Is this what the proverb in the East says?"

"Father Edward, which proverb are you talking about?"

"The ones flying in the sky may not necessarily be angels, but also birdmen! The ones riding a white horse may not necessarily be princes, but monk Tang!"

"What is Tang Monk?"

"It seems like a monk from the East! He appeared in a book called "Walking to the West".

"An Eastern monk walking westward? Is this guy who just flew in the sky also a monk?"

Mu Qingshan shrugged his shoulders in the face of these clamoring monks and shouted in a standard Mandarin: "Who is standing on it is the pope, and the one with the handle stands up!"

This sudden roar was that most of the monks didn't understand what it meant. The reason was very simple. Foreigners didn't understand Chinese. Seeing this heretic who came from the sky, they dared to make noise. At that time, several big-skinned and round-waisted priests pulled up their robes and wanted to step forward to hold this guy down. They showed up in front of His Holiness.

"Stop it all! Get out!" With a majestic shout, he rang out.

The monks in the entire square were silent and turned around and looked up the steps. At some point, the steps were filled with high-level members of the church, Knight Templar and Cardinal.

There were four saints in the White Clothing Hall, and even ragged saints, with the strong lineup, which was extremely rare.

Mu Qingshan yawned indifferently and murmured to himself: "I have to deal with these foreign monks, and I still have to fly back to Hong Kong at night. But I think about it, it's really a headache. What local souvenir should I bring back?"

A white-clothed holy temple stood on the steps closest to Muqingshan, preparing to chant a spell silently, focusing its holy power in its palm to fire. Unexpectedly, Muqingshan took a quick hand and controlled the big hole on the back of his neck, and his whole body's strength dissipated and he could not move.

Punching a trace of evil eyes into the eyes of the White-clothed Holy Temple, Mu Qingshan gently patted the other party’s cheek and said calmly: “Go, buy some local specialties for me, and then wait at the airport gate. Thank you!”

The white-clothed sacred temple was first determined, then took a big step with a confused look on his face, letting his companions pull and call him, and turned around and left.

Pope Kegulas III on the steps frowned, and Archbishop Sophia quickly asked in a low voice: "Dear Your Majesty, my God! Is this person also a great prophecy? Or a very special mental control technique?"

The Pope did not respond to his loyal subordinates, but instead had a gloomy face and held the golden scepter in his hand tightly.

Several gray-clothed priests rushed up to try to hold the White-clothed Holy Church that had been infected with evil power. Who knew that one of them had just touched the arm of the White-clothed Holy Church. A light sound of the puff came out from the White-clothed Holy Church. The priests standing around fell down and lay all over the ground. However, the white-clothed priests suddenly realized nothing and continued to walk forward. The strange smoke condensed but did not dissipate. Wherever they went, the priests fell to the ground. In a short while, dozens of priests had fallen into the coma, and a considerable chaos suddenly arose in the square.

Mu Qingshan smiled slightly. The seeds of this stinky bone grass are indeed easy to use. After being alienated, the taste will not dissipate for a long time. It is really a first-class weapon in group battles.

Finally, a Templar could not bear it anymore, so he strides down several steps, relying on his heavy armor to protect himself, and slapped the sword spine with his head and face. The old man was still holding his hands, not cutting across the sword. Perhaps he didn't want to kill this man with one sword, so he could ask a few questions if he left a living mouth.

Mu Qingshan didn't even take a look at his direct eyes, and punched him out, hitting the opponent's sword spine, and the fire-wu Holy Light Qi gushed out and stopped as soon as he touched it.

While the giant sword broke with the sound, Mu Qingshan's figure slipped into the steps like a flowing cloud and water. The whole person suddenly burst out with a golden light. He looked like a hedgehog around his body, and more than a hundred golden cone pips appeared instantly. With an extremely refreshing and light shout, more than a hundred golden cone pips that were hard to urge him to close range, which made everyone in the Holy See feel a lot of trouble.

The Templars wearing heavy armor could still resist it. They were shot on their bodies by the golden cone air. With the holy power contained in the armor, they were barely pierced, but they seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer. They all retreated to the side without blood. The Cardinals and White-clothed Holy Temple in the robes didn't even have time to use the holy power, just like harvesting straw, falling down a large area.

Mu Qingshan's attack was cruel and ruthless. He could only hear a majestic voice over his head, saying, "Heaven! Those who do evil will be punished, and those who do good will be rewarded!"

Pope Kegulas III, with a golden crown, held up the golden scepter, and a huge holy power immediately enveloped the entire square. The shining white light swept across the entire stairs like mercury. The missionaries and the Templars were bathed in the holy light, all of whom were energetic and their strength doubled. The wounds that were shot by the golden cone air just now were healed without hesitation, and it was indeed like a miracle.

Mu Qingshan, who had already reached the center of the steps, showed a sneer on his face. While rushing forward, his head and neck twisted and his hair tips flicked. A rose seed hidden in the hair tips grew in the wind, turning into a blood rose whip that stretched and stretched freely and covered with barbs. With a whistle, it rolled towards the Pope's head.

Seeing the tip of the whip head like a poisonous stinger, Archbishop Sophia, beside His Majesty, raised his right hand high, and a holy light column as thick as an adult's arm shot out from his palm. The Blood Rose Whip was faced with the front.

The concentration of the earth's holy light released by the Archbishop of the Red Clothing was far higher than that of ordinary high-level priests. The tips of the Blood Rose Whip instantly turned into dust under the irradiation of the holy light, and the second half was broken step by step.

And the most deadly thing is that the bishops and the Templars who were originally scattered around Muqingshan were either dead or injured, but were rescued by the Pope's great rejuvenation technique. The resurrection of these people surrounded Muqingshan.

For a time, all kinds of light balls, light columns, light body binding techniques, light slow technique, Templar giant swords, giant axes, pure steel hammers, and silver spears all rushed to Mu Qingshan and killed them in one bone.

Mu Qingshan took a deep breath, without avoiding it, and a dazzling golden light appeared around his body to protect himself. The Fire Wu Sheng Guang Qi Golden Arm level top level activated with all his strength and took down all the attacks head-on.

Countless holy light balls and holy light columns shot on their bodies, but they just shook their bodies. The swords, guns, axes and halberds from the Templar Knights were slashed on their bodies, which only hurts without any injury. However, the power of these people was all light-based. When they slashed on their bodies, the feeling of being purified was really unhappy.

One of the monks standing above the steps took a half step forward, raised his arm, rubbed his fingers into a knife, and swung his strength through dozens of steps.

A sacred giant sword condensed from pure holy power fell from the air and slashed Zhong Mu Qingshan's shoulder hard. A powerful force of light burned the whole body. Mu Qingshan's golden armor-level fire-dance holy spirit finally could not resist it, and the protective energy collapsed completely and could not fall down from the steps.

Seeing this strange and powerful enemy retreating, the Templars on the steps shouted in unison, the holy light shone on the silver armor, and the morale was greatly boosted. More than ten cardinals cast spells together, connecting the attack power of many Templars, and one of the strongest knights swung the axe and slashed out. A silver-white light sword made of eight Templars was like thunder to chase Mu Qingshan below the steps.

There was only a loud bang, and smoke and dust were everywhere below the steps, and a big pit appeared on the ground. The power of this attack just now was no less than the holy sword slash of the ascetic monk above the steps.

The local bishop who was stationed in St. Peter's Basilica even sighed secretly on the steps, "Oh! After today, the Vatican believers have to pay an extra fee for repairing the site."

The smoke gradually dissipated. In the middle of the big pit below the steps, a handsome young man stood up slowly, shrugged his shoulders with a smile, pulled down his clothes that had been broken into strips of cloth, then patted the dust on his knees, and sighed: "Sorry, the game time has come to this!"

A light breeze blew towards us, as if he was carelessly passing through St. Peter's Basilica Square. While completely blowing away the smoke and dust, the people in the Holy Court saw a strange scene.

The light golden fire-dance sacred spirit no longer disperses the whole body, but automatically surges and concentrates towards the vital points of the body and joints. The color of the energy becomes darker and darker, and eventually turns into a hideous and sharp purple flame armor.

"Oh my God! Is it the Dou Qi Armorization?" A Templar exclaimed. The Dou Qi Armorization is the ultimate skill of the Paladin of Light. It concentrates the entire body of the Dou Qi control to several key parts. Although it reduces a certain degree of defense, its attack power can be increased several times, and its lethality is amazing. But why the armor of this Oriental man is dark purple, I don't know.

Of course, what Mu Qingshan used was not the Dou Qi armor transformation of the Knight of Light, but the final version of the Fire Dance Holy Light Qi, the purple flame-level Fire Dance Holy Light Qi.

The Fire Dance Holy Light Qi that has entered this stage has condensed the energy and turned into armor, returning to the virtual and solid. It is no longer just a pure martial arts realm, but a manifestation of entering the innate realm.

Using one's own internal force as a driving force, the heaven and earth's vital energy is absorbed into the body, forming a high concentration of true qi. After extremely complex mental calculations, the true qi density is compressed to the entity, and finally achieved armorization.

Mu Qingshan, wearing purple armor, stood in front of the people in the church like a demon. Although his feet did not move, the pressure brought by this change had been deeply reflected in the hearts of all the low-level priests.

It seemed as if it was casually touched the back of the neck, and then pulled out a rose whip again, which grew to more than four meters in a flash. There was also a faint purple flame on the whip, which looked extremely dazzling.

The people in the church did not make any moves. Mu Qingshan's wrist shook, and the rose whip with purple flame collapsed straight, and broke out like an arrow, shooting straight towards Pope Kegulas III on the steps.

The whip shadow went too fast and passed through the shadows with lightning speed. The Templars and Cardinals on the steps had no time to react, and instantly rushed to the Pope.

Casio, one of the four monks, stepped forward and reached out to pull the tip of the whip like lightning. Unexpectedly, the long whip was like a living thing, rolled the monk's arm around him and then put it on his whole body.

In a moment, the purple flames burst out and burned all over his body. The Casio monk was quite tough. He bulged the white holy light on his body and radiated desperately, as bright as a sun. However, the ray of purple flame was completely unaffected, burning quietly like a maggot attached to the bone.

The other three monks were also shocked because the four of them were close to each other. If Casio could not resist this attack, he would probably not be able to withstand it.

The three ascetics each used the method. For a moment, the frozen air and the holy light therapy were thrown over as if they were not expensive. There was even an ascetic who directly activated the "God's Redemption" with an extremely pure holy power. Under the illumination of the high-intensity holy light, the purple flame on Casio's body finally gradually faded, but unfortunately his life fire was also extinguished.

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