When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

For the entire Guangming Church, the Temple of Light is not stingy at the heart of the empire. It is the supreme existence of the unity of theocracy and political power of the Holy See. It towers into the sky, like a big white bird fluttering its wings.The flanks on both sides of it are elegantly curved, and the hollow dome stretches out gracefully, connecting the towers on both sides with an unimaginable posture. The main tower in the middle is a collection of all the treasures and craftsmen in the world. Adorned with gold, precious stones, and the most intricate ornamentation.This was supposed to be a sacred building that drove all the believers of the God of Light in Oren Continent crazy, but today, blood and war have changed its color.

Outside the temple, the flames of war had become intense, and the garrison of the Knights opened up a battle formation, fighting fiercely with the invading enemies on the main road.Magic and holy light howled on the battlefield, and galloping horses collided with each other, creating even more terrifying chaotic effects in a limited space. Blood light, thunderstorms, ice slanted down, and black-robed mages are best at bewilderment control. The spectacle created by magic and conjuration spells, terrifying alien creatures and mind-affecting spells sway the battlefield.These evil creations, which should have been wiped out by the paladins of the Temple of Light, now showed their sharp fangs at their doorstep.Faced with such a fierce attack, the Silver Star Knights were also thrown into disarray for a while, tired of coping, and the battle situation began to stalemate.

Inside the temple, the defending Templars are retreating steadily. Although they have the protection of the true god, they can fight to the end of their lives without fear of death, but facing the overwhelming rain of enchanted arrows and magic attacks, knights alone cannot stop them The enemy's offensive, the mages and priests in the temple who were supposed to fight together have already rushed to other battlefields, leaving only a small number of priests in charge.Several high-level paladins uttered battle cries to motivate their companions, desperately suppressing the damn piano sounds that disrupted the battle situation.

Everything is slipping towards the craziest situation, but in the middle of the temple, the supreme ruler of the Holy See, the only spokesperson of the true God in the world, the current pope of the Illuminati Church, is sitting motionless on his white throne, with his eyes downcast, without Move half a point.This is the Holy Church of the Church of Light, where successive popes have enthroned, presided over all affairs of the Church of Light, fulfilled the duties and tasks given to him by the true God, and offered the power of faith from the whole world to God.

The lives of the people, the safety of the temple, and even the dignity and authority of the God of Light... these supposedly important things seemed unable to enter his eyes, and the man just tilted his head slightly, listening to something.The hall was empty and cold, completely different from the luxury and splendor of the temple. There was almost no decoration, only the ubiquitous holy light enveloped everything, making his marble-like cold face reflect a white light.

At this time, a priest in a gorgeous white robe stumbled in, ran a few steps frantically, and then remembered the etiquette that should be followed. He knelt down in a panic and bowed his head to the chief seat. "Holy seat! The blasphemers are not far from the temple. His Excellency the High Priest said that the place is almost unstoppable. Please..."

His Majesty the Pope who had been expressionless stretched out a hand, interrupting the priest's anxious words. He raised his head and looked in the other direction of the hall. There seemed to be nothing there, but his eyes were so focused that he seemed to be piercing Through the barrier of the wall, looking directly at a certain place.

"he came."

This is not a word spit out from the mouth, but a wave of consciousness, the priest only felt a buzzing resonance in his head, it seemed that just this sentence would take away his will and break his mind and soul.However, this voice was not aimed at him. The holy and majestic Pope who was not at all popular has disappeared from his throne and disappeared.

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The intrusion was very fast, and in just a moment, several people stood in a luxurious palace-like hall, with high or low marble platforms surrounding the inner circle of the hall, each of which was carved with different styles of decorations, and The bright utensils placed on it complement each other.

While they were standing still, a piercing alarm sounded, and more than a dozen priests and paladins in white robes rushed in outside the hall, each of whom was at least high-level or above. At the same time, the magic protection covering the hall was also blocked. Activated, almost rubbing the bard's just-founded heels to open.

"Be careful!" The black-robed mage uttered a low and steady cry. Behind him, the elf archer had already drawn the bowstring and shot the first wave of arrows, but the enchanted flying arrows obviously couldn't penetrate the magic shield and hit On the light blue halo, only a rippling ripple was left, the staffs on both sides were raised almost simultaneously, Barnett began to chant, the huge wave of magic escaped from him, Ebaker hugged Lu Teqin, a melodious battle song floats from the mouth, this is a unique skill of bards, which can boost the combat power of allies and inspire more courage and strength.The gray-robed mage waved the heavy staff in his hand, and hit the shields covering those utensils.

There was already chaos around him. Hong Ming held the Tai'a Immortal Sword in his hand, and the blade of the sword emitted a dazzling sharp light. His back was protected by spells cast by his allies, and he was facing a wall directly in front of him.Standing behind those strictly protected instruments, a large black flag hangs on a snow-white wall directly behind the main hall. It outlines thousands of silver lights like stars on it, and the fifteen stars in the middle of the northern sky are shining brightly. It's like two bows joined together, surrounded by a wall, and a shining star as big as a pigeon's egg sits in the middle. If it's not Ziwei star, what is it?

"Ziwei Yuansu Xuangui Banner..." At this moment, how could Hong Ming not be able to tell the origin of this thing, but even he could see the strangeness of that wall, although it seemed to be hanging in the hall, But he couldn't sense the fairy aura from the banner at all.The gray-robed mage's attack landed on the protective shields where those magic tools were placed before, and the magic circle was not damaged at all. I only felt an extremely powerful force field wrapping the space in the hall, making people nowhere to attack.

But how can Hong Ming let it go like this, a sharp golden sword light has been swung down with the momentum of piercing the sky, the sword light flashed, but the curtain did not move, not to mention the reaction, even a flash of light, a Ripples never appeared.Although the flanking attack between him and the gray robe was not incomparable, how could it be possible that the attacks of two archmages and above did not leave even the slightest mark?

"Damn it! This barrier seems to be more than just protection. It also has space transfer magic inside. If you can't find the eye, you can't open it at all!" Gray Robe shouted anxiously, and another instant magic had landed, rumbling On the magic circle, there was still no response.Hong Ming couldn't help but frown. Behind them, the attack of the Illuminati Church became more and more fierce, and the shield covering him was already a little loose.

"There are magic tools all around, which one is the real eye?" There are too many sacred objects of the Guangming Church placed in this hall, and it is impossible to tell what is the key.Hong Ming began to get anxious, and kept making tricks in his hands. The four elements of wood, water, earth and fire attacked different magic weapons one after another, but the effect of each was generally the same.

"above!"

A voice suddenly came to Hong Ming's heart, and he knew who the speaker was without looking, only to see Saen waving his hand intermittently, and after a sword light slashed out, he quickly retreated two steps and stood behind Hong Ming.

"The magic fluctuations in the hall are weird, look up!"

Wearing goggles, Sann's vision is still pure nocturnal vision. The normal light has been annihilated, leaving only the marks of heat and magic. In this chaotic battle hall, his vision is still not very clear. The spell fluctuated too violently, causing everything around him to become chaotic. He could only try to stay behind Hong Ming and help him block some attacks.But there is a rather strange place in this hall. Behind the battle situation, the magic fluctuations present a trajectory like a circulation, quietly, and only the night spectrum vision can find a clue.All the power of the shield does not come from the instruments on the marble platform, but falls straight from the zenith.

Hearing these words, Hong Ming suddenly raised his head and looked at the ceiling of the palace.This is a real hall, the beams are twenty feet away, and the beams and columns stand at the four corners. The entire roof presents an elegant arc, with various painted patterns carved on it. On the zenith in the north, A sun is drawn.Or the sun disc hanging from the cross.

"Gray robe! Above!"

Hong Ming didn't hesitate, swung his sword again, and slashed straight at the pattern. This time, it was different from the previous situation. It was no longer annihilation without any movement. , piercing screams resounded through the hall.

The high priest standing outside the temple became anxious, calling on the paladins to step up their attacks, trying to tear apart the line of the blasphemers, even the gray robe had to turn around and join the profession of the black robe mage, and began to resist foreign enemies .Only Hong Ming was left alone to deal with that damn shield. The situation was urgent at this time, so he didn't think too much. He kept changing spells in his hands, and attacked with the long sword one after another. eardrum.

At this moment, a sigh suddenly came from the hall.The sound came so abruptly, but it penetrated everywhere, even the screams and magical explosions couldn't cover it, and it went straight to everyone's ears.Sarn shivered involuntarily, and looked towards the palace in astonishment.In the middle of the main hall, between the two groups of people, there was a sudden figure. Under his night spectrum vision, he couldn't see the person's appearance at all, but he felt that his body temperature and the form of magic dissipation were different. Like a real human being, but like a phantom condensed by light clusters, it is impossible to look directly at it even with goggles.

The gray-robed mage and the black-robed mage clenched the magic circle at the same time, and looked at the new guy in shock. The bard also stopped singing, his lips trembling. Of course he could recognize this person's appearance, knowing He is the current Pope of Light, the spokesperson of the true god, but as the same spokesperson of the true god, how could the poet fail to recognize the essence of this guy?Where is this human being! !No matter how much he pretends to be like, the aura exuding from his body is very different from ordinary people.

God incarnate!

It was like a boulder fell on the heart. This lack of information is simply a boulder added to the balance. Now their combat power is already very difficult to deal with several priests. If they add another true god...

The white-robed man didn't seem to pay attention to all the enemies in front of him, but focused his gaze on Hong Ming, who was constantly using spells to attack the eyes of the Zenith Formation, especially the long sword in his hand, and the sharp golden sword light radiating from the sword. .

"found it."

A voice echoed in everyone's minds, and a high priest on the side of the God of Light suddenly let out a miserable howl, his body turned into a raging flame, and along the blazing fireball, a bright silver-white soul fire came from him. The body overflowed and turned into the most eye-catching lightsaber, appearing in the hands of the Pope.

With a swipe, all the paladins knelt down, folded their hands in front of their chests, and began to sing a hymn dedicated to the God of Light. In that loud and beautiful singing, the Pope...or the incarnation of the God of Light raised his hands Fire sword, lightly waved.

"Light."

The voice was not loud, loud, or fast, but the brilliance escaping from the soul sword in his hand was like thunder, and it struck Hong Ming straight.Barnett took a step forward, holding up the slender staff in his hand, and the ruby ​​shone like a sea of ​​blood.But the silver soul fire didn't pause for the slightest, broke through the blood-colored shield with a snap, penetrated the black-robed old man's shoulder blades, and continued to shoot backwards.

The gray robe was taken aback, he didn't care about anything else, he pushed his old friend away, and another instant shield appeared one after another, but this time the sticky trap only blocked the light for a moment, and the gray robe spat out a big mouthful of blood , took two steps back, and watched helplessly as the shield was torn apart again.

That incomparable ray of light came to Hong Ming's back just like that, as if it would cut into his back with an inch and easily take his life away.However, at this moment, a black figure rushed up, blocking the soul sword with a flash like Bai Lian, buzzing and neighing, the two shattered at the touch, and disappeared into the air at the same time.

With a soft snap, the dagger in Sann's hand snapped, and the pattern connecting the upper and lower parts shattered and fell into two parts.Sarn just stepped back two steps, but still held the broken blade with only the handle in his hand, and stood firmly in front of Hong Ming.

How could Hongming not know the current situation in the arena, when the black-robed sorcerer was injured on his shoulder, he had already exerted all his strength to attack the eye of the formation, and when the soul sword disappeared, the five spells had been used one by one, Just completed the reincarnation of one and five elements, but at this moment the eyes of the formation are only shaking slightly. If you want to break through, ten breaths are necessary, but in the current situation in the field, how can there be more than ten breaths?

However, at this moment, the ice-cold figure had raised his hand again, this time it was no longer the Soul Cremation Sword, but a golden phantom flashed from his palm, and swung it lightly again.

"Punishment."

Just as the phantom waved out, there was a roar of thunder, and in an instant it swelled into a huge golden cross several feet, overwhelming everyone. All the elves and warriors had already activated all the magic protection on their bodies, but it was like an elephant stepping on it. A colony of ants was smashed to pieces like a slap, and the black robe and the gray robe barely raised their staffs, trying to resist desperately, but at this moment, the bard shook his sleeves, and a green object flew out of his sleeves. out.

It was a dexterous and lovely kingfisher, its eyes were like two small black beans, its red beak and red claws, it looked extremely dexterous and lovely, but facing the huge golden cross, it was so small and pathetic, the poet smiled slightly, pinched it with both hands A complex magic gesture was made, and with a slight wave of magic, the bird fluttered its wings suddenly, and its body suddenly expanded a hundred times, turning into a huge monster like a phoenix. There was a clear cry.

"Go, Windwing."

The long tail feathers brushed against the poet's cheek, and the blue bird rushed up, stretched out its sharp claws and threw itself at the golden cross.