What is that?

On the walls of the holy city, everyone was stunned to see the scene in front of them.

From a distance, a huge invisible barrier in the wind and sand blocked everything from the desert.

It was like a moving castle suddenly appeared in the air defending its territory.

Compared with the sacred temple of Solomon and the Abraham rocks in the holy city, the breath coming from there is terrifying.

That was an extremely fierce murderous intent.

Blood, like a mountain of corpses and seas of blood, surged in front of people's eyes.

It is like thousands of arrows shooting at once, and countless sharp arrows make people shudder.

Everyone could feel that there seemed to be an extremely sharp sword on their necks.

Life and death are taken away in one thought.

So terrible!

Abdul, dressed in a religious outfit, couldn't help but shivered.

He really couldn't imagine what that was.

Is it the demon of hell?

It should be a sacred object of Kyushu. I have only felt this feeling on the Sword of Cas in the hands of the Pope.

But it is completely different from the holiness of the Sword of Cass, and it feels like a battlefield like a hell of killing.

The Cardinal was a little unbelievable.

Just like this, the people of Jiuzhou took out the holy relics from Jiuzhou?

Unless, this is not their only holy object.

The Cardinal was startled by his thoughts.

But when he recalled the old man in the white robe and crown on his head in the Prophet City, he looked at the mark in his hand and said nothing.

He still remembers the Pope once said: The power that the land once possessed was something that people could not imagine.

Jiuzhou, this is the foundation of an ancient great country.

The Cardinal commented.

Galava, who was standing not far from the Pope, frowned.

Even as arrogant as he had to admit the terrifying power.

Pure and terrible.

The visitor from the Jiuzhou Empire made him a little uneasy.

The endless murderous intent is like the bone-thrusting cold wind.

The black-clothed herder, who also stood above the holy city, said nothing.

But the black-clothed hermit's brows were deeply frowning, and it was obvious that his heart was also uneasy.

However, no matter what everyone thought, the great monk Wujie would not stay for it at all.

In the desert, Wu Jie was wearing a loose robe, revealing his muscles and arms poured into his body, and his hands were like holding a huge ancient bell, holding the sword belonging to King Goujian of Yue.

The breath of ancient bronze.

The feeling of bloody storm.

There is also a speechless power.

This emperor's sword was filled with millions of corpses in anger.

Wu Jie held the sword and fell deeply into the earth with every step.

It's like carrying Mount Tai above.

As the yellow and sand filled the sky, endless murderous aura came out of the sword and advanced against the wind and sand.

Gods and ghosts are easy to repel.

The wind and sand are going against the flow.

Following Wujie's footsteps, Hu Ziming and others strode into the holy city.

There is no hard struggle, it is like eating and drinking water.

Walking into the holy city, the King of Yue’s sword puts the pressure on everyone above the holy city.

Stepping into the holy city, the ancient traces of time, the mysterious religious colors and the glory that soars into the sky.

A beautiful picture is formed.

But this is not the time to see the scenery.

Holding his hand on a roll of golden pages, Hu Ziming could even clearly feel the gaze of everyone.

Turning his head and looking at the people above the walls of the Holy City, Hu Ziming spoke.

Translation, tell us what we are going to do.

yes!

An interpreter walked out of the Jiuzhou team. He saluted the city wall first before speaking:

Everyone, we are invited by the Holy City to come here to guard the Solomon Palace in the Holy City. Please do not make things difficult for us.

After the words were finished, the people on the city wall fell into strange silence.

They came naturally for the Temple of Solomon.

No conflict means giving up the Temple of Solomon.

How can you not be silent?

It took someone a long time to speak:

Of course we won't make things difficult for you, but the Popes may not be the case.

Galawa smiled and looked at the missionaries of the Popes beside her.

Now there is not only the choice of Solomon Temple, but also the Arabhamic Rock.

Galawa chose the latter.

The Cardinal looked at the Brahmin nobleman in front of him coldly.

What are you looking at me?

Why do church people only say it?

Galava is still mocking.

At this time, the translator also realized that the person above did not want to give a clear reply.

We never provoke others, but we are never afraid of challenges. This is all we can say.

The translator slowly finished the passage and then stepped back.

Hu Ziming looked at the people above the city wall, turned to look at the old man and asked in a low voice: How confident are the people above?

I am not afraid of them all without treasures.

Even if the old man's voice was extremely hoarse, Hu Ziming could still hear the confidence in it.

Upon hearing this, Hu Ziming nodded and said:

Without warning, go to the temple of Solomon.

The monk's robe was swaying with the wind. He nodded in the ancient bronze sword and stride forward.

Then, the team of the Jiuzhou Empire slowly walked into the junction of two rays of light.

They went in, wouldn't they catch up?

Galavalo said mockingly.

You're talking too much.

The Cardinal looked at Galaw coldly and said.

But you have to endure it.

Galawa smiled.

He didn't mind the Cardinal's threat at all.

In his opinion, the Cardinal was too weak.

If it weren't for the pope behind him, Galava would have taught him how to be a human being.

Just as the two were at a strife, Mushou in black spoke and broke the confrontation between them.

Can you guess Kyushu be able to enter?
To be continued...