The Vatican is located at the core of Saluelan. The cave-heaven paradise in the core is an ancient monastery that even the outside gods dare not occupy.

The area here is boundless, and it is one of the most complete preserved cave heavens on earth today.

Here, there are many mountains and mountains, with sacred lights lingering around them, countless exotic flowers blooming, various old medicines growing on the cliffs, and pure-blooded unicorns appearing in the forest.

This is an ancient dojo full of wild atmosphere, where you can even see phoenixes, Behemoths, and flying dragons.

In the distance, there are towering ancient trees, deep dragon ponds, endless grasslands, and waterfalls falling from thousands of feet high in the sky. There are dozens of great mountains that are the most conspicuous, each of which is engraved with the traces of heaven and earth, making it unique.

On every mountain, there is a white temple, which is magnificent. Whether it is the foundation stone, tiles, wooden pillars, etc., they have existed since ancient times.

Here, people can feel a natural atmosphere and vicissitudes. No matter how many years pass and the times change, this place remains the same from ancient times, remains unchanged, sacred and majestic.

Not everyone can set foot in this place, especially if they come all the way.

Even in the past and present, there are only a few people who dare to face the heroes of the Vatican alone.

The ground shook, wild beasts roared, and hundreds of golden cavalry rushed out from the mountains and came to Zhang Bairen.

They are members of the Golden Family. They claim to have the blood of gods and are extremely powerful. In ancient times, two sages of gods appeared one after another and swept across the west, causing all saints to retreat.

However, now it is just a welcoming team.

The Vatican's treatment for Zhang Bairen is considered to be full in advance.

"Boom!"

The majestic palace on the highest majestic holy mountain was slowly pushed open by two beautiful angels with divine wings. The holy door of the center of power was opened, and a group of old men filed out.

The powerful aura spread all over the sky. It is obvious that this is a group of extraordinary people, representing the top combat power of the Vatican today. Each of them is profound in Taoism and has lived in seclusion here all year round, practicing with the help of the power of the ocean.

In the center of these old men, there is a simple stone chair with a cross engraved on it, which looks ancient and vicissitudes of life.

On the chair, there was an old man sitting majestically. He looked down like a towering mountain with an indifferent expression, like an ancient god. His eyes were vast, as if the sun, moon and stars were constantly fading.

This old man is the person Zhang Bairen wants to see, the old pope of the Vatican, a divine curse master and divine knight who has lived for more than three thousand years.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

The violent movement still did not stop, and as the earth shook, several bodies stepped out.

These are four holy knights. Each one is very special. They look like they are only forty or fifty years old, but the vicissitudes in their eyes have traces that are difficult to hide. The ancient battle clothes on their bodies are also dim and dull.

It was cast in bronze and covered with knife marks and arrow marks. It looked pitted, as if it had just been taken out of a museum.

However, these four people possess unparalleled power, each of them is as motionless and as calm as a mountain.

They are all holy knights in ancient times. Legend has it that several of them survived thousands of battles and survived various turbulent times until they are still alive today.

"Oriental monk, did you come here specifically just to see me?" The old pope, who was sitting in a high position, asked calmly.

"Old guy, your attitude is too arrogant! I don't like your condescension!" After Zhang Bairen said this, as if he was talking about the constitution of heaven, a thunderbolt suddenly struck towards the old pope.

"How brave!" The old pope slapped the armrest and almost couldn't help but take action himself.

The four paladins who were supporting the scene took out their dull swords, dragon spears, daggers and other weapons, and blocked Zhang Bairen's attack in advance.

The sky thunder collided with four saint weapons, and after only a moment of stalemate, these saint magic weapons that could not be put on the table were destroyed.

Facing the semi-saint's weapons, Zhang Bairen, who was in the Saint King stage, was naturally vulnerable to a single blow.

ps: This one is only half written, but I slipped away to read a novel. So, I will post this one and a half for free first, and I will continue to update it after I wake up. The minimum is 4,000 words. No, the minimum is 5,000 words.
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