In the competition between the golden temple of Solomon and the unknown holy light, two terrifying forces stirred up endless storms.

A strong wind swept across the holy city.

Flying sand and stones wander around the streets and alleys.

Countless people were brought up by the strong wind, like sand particles swinging in the strong wind.

On the earth, the huge stone slabs firmly built on the earth were also lifted from the earth by strong winds. They collided with the rest of the gravel in the air and scattered into countless stones.

Scattered stones impact the Holy City's buildings, and modern craftsmanship buildings are like paper shells at this moment.

Broken.

Collapse.

tear.

For a moment, the wind and sand covered everything.

Everyone's eyes were blocked.

"what happened?"

The monks who had been rendered with the afterglow of the myth retreated wildly in the strong wind and retreated from the center of the wind and waves before someone asked.

At this time, two dazzling rays of light in the holy city were fighting against each other through endless yellow sand.

The yellow sand separates the entire holy city in half.

Half is the pure white holy light of Solomon's temple, and half is an inexplicable pillar of light.

"What?"

Everyone thought that something new happened to the Temple of Solomon.

But after looking up, their faces changed.

"What is that?"

Opposite the Temple of Solomon is a new pillar of light, mixed with a little white in the golden color, which is different from the pure golden holy light of the Popes and from the pure white holy light of Judaism.

It confronted the Temple of Solomon in mid-air.

Endless great power is displayed freely in the sky.

Abdul's expression changed drastically after seeing the direction of the holy light.

"That location!"

"That's Iwatan!"

Rock Hall?

A glimmer flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed hermit, standing beside Abdul, who was furious.

He said in his heart:

Is it the temple that looks at the huge rocks of Abraham?

According to legend, the Ark of the Covenant was once worshipped on this huge stone.

Then, the founding prophet of the Green Church was accompanied by an angel from Mecca to Jerusalem on a horse, and then he ascended to heaven on this huge rock to listen to Allah's revelation.

This is the real holy object of the holy city.

I guess it's no worse than Solomon's Temple!

"I have to go and have a look!"

Abdul didn't care about everyone, so he quickly turned around and left.

In an instant, his body instantly had a white holy light masterpiece mixed with golden color.

The holy light separated the endless yellow sand, and Abdul ran towards the rock hall with the holy light.

The black-clothed herder followed closely.

The two of them jumped and rushed into the storm.

Everyone present saw two black shadows rushing into the storm.

"Someone has gone in!"

"Someone is taking the lead?"

"Someone has taken the lead, go in and take a look."

At this time, if the first person to rush into the storm appears, everyone will still observe the situation before making a decision.

However, Abdul and his two rushed into the storm and broke the peace they should have.

No one can stand someone taking the lead!

So, a group of people followed Abdul's footsteps and rushed into the storm of the holy city.

The sound of the wind.

The sound of the wind.

Still the sound of the wind!

Abdul walked hard in the storm of the Holy City, and endless winds were like swords, constantly passing through his holy light.

He never thought that one day he would hear such a loud wind.

Deafening is nothing more than this.

Abdul felt like a drowning person hit by the flood now, and he struggled with great difficulty.

However, the faith in his heart did not allow him to retreat.

"Yantang, was there something wrong with Abraham's boulder?"

Abdul's feet kept trembling on the ground. He blocked his hand in front of him while silently reciting in his heart.

At this time, several figures hurriedly passed by him.

"who?"

Abdul questioned.

However, his questioning voice was immediately blown away by the wind.

He just watched the man surpass him and walked towards the rock hall in the distance.

"Stop talking, go together."

At this time, the black-clothed herder behind Abdul followed.

The so-called missionaries all accept the power of the Lord.

And they are very weak.

They are not innately superior, but because they can rely on the power of the Lord, they are actually not weak.

However, the ability to survive in the face of natural disasters and man-made disasters is much worse.

In the storm, Abdul and the black-clad patriarch walked in front of the missionaries, behind them were pope and Judaism.

And the one who just surpassed Abdul was the Indian lineage.

The Indian lineage had already reached the forefront, and the auras around them were connected, and an illusory statue of god was floating around them.

The statue of the god holds a vajra, with extremely majestic power, and the flowing divine light blocks the wind and sand.

However, Brahmins did not walk fast either.

"The wind and waves are getting heavier and heavier!"

"The more you go, the more wind and sand, the more you will be."

"How far is it from inside?"

"About one hundred meters."

"Soon, I can hold on!"

But after walking only fifty meters, a few people could no longer move forward.

"Go back and go to the Temple of Solomon!"

Galava was a little unwilling to give up, but there was no way.

The storm here is too big.

I can only try whether Solomon can loosen it first.

Soon, while Abdul was still struggling to persevere at his own limit, the Brahmins came back.

They hurried past Abdul.

"Damn, they won't have stolen the holy objects."

"Come on them!"
To be continued...