The countless poisonous bats transformed by the Great Sage were like a black torrent, constantly charging back and forth in the Knights Templar. A series of screams were extremely harsh, almost piercing a person's eardrum.

It seems as if the Jinfa Zu had said, the great sage seemed not as strong as he imagined. Apart from the back and forth charge, there was no other means of attack.

The Jinfazu let out a low roar, and the three great Dharmazuzu took action at the same time. Three figures of gold, red and gray quickly rushed towards the poisonous bat in the sky. Especially the Jinfazu was even stronger, and the judgment spear in his hand was like a golden flame, carrying a blazing power all over his body, which was unstoppable.

Countless poisonous bats suddenly changed and turned into a huge black bat. They suddenly slapped their wings, and a black hurricane suddenly rushed towards them and rushed directly towards the three great Dharma ancestors.

The Jinfazu rushed to the front, and the spear of judgment in his hand waved repeatedly, and the black hurricane disappeared. The spear suddenly shook and rushed straight to the chest of the great sage like a meteor. The Red and Gray Dharma Ancestors cooperated with each other. The Red and Gray Dharma Ancestors were like a red cobra, hiding in the golden light and waiting for an opportunity to move. As long as they saw the right time, they would take action decisively. The wooden stick in the hand of the gray Dharma Ancestors shook out a holy beetle, and accompanied by a creaking sound, they met the Great Sage.

The great sage turned into a huge black bat, and his two huge bloody eyes, like lanterns, emitted a faint red light, like an ancient demon god, which was daunting.

The black bats transformed by the three great Dharma ancestors and the great sages collided together almost instantly, and the whole sky seemed to be shaking, with a series of screams and roars in the darkness.

Suddenly, the Great Sage screamed, and his voice seemed a little sluggish: "Hurry, use your abilities"

Jin Lang, who was standing on the ground, suddenly woke up. The battle in the sky attracted him completely. If it weren't for the Great Sage's reminder, he had not reacted. He knew that the Great Sage was in danger now, so he did not hesitate anymore. Two balls of light rose up with his left and right hands again, and then they suddenly merged into one. At the same time, Jin Lang's roar came: "Judgement"

Jin Lang used this amazing power for the second time, his face turned pale in an instant, but it was not as terrifying as the first time. A mysterious force that was faintly spread across the audience like a silent wave of air, and even time seemed to have stopped for a moment.

The next second, a strong golden light like the sun suddenly illuminated the entire night sky, mixed with a painful roar of Jin Fazu. He saw the center of the golden light. Jin Fazu held the Spear of Judgment in his hand tightly. His face looked extremely ugly, as if he could no longer control the Spear of Judgment. But he was very unwilling to give up and he began to struggle with each person and spear. But in just an instant, an extremely painful look rose on the face of Jin Fazu illuminated by the golden light. His hands, which were holding the Spear of Judgment, suddenly turned into a black gas, and his palms broke at the same wrist, disappeared without a trace.

The fear on Jin Fazu's face was even stronger than the pain. The Red Fazu and the Gray Fazu both looked at him in amazement. Just as the two were about to save Jin Fazu, a golden lightning suddenly came from somewhere. The lightning flashed in the blink of an eye in the air.

ah……

A more terrifying scream came, and there was a roar that was not like a human being, which was clearly a lion's roar.

In the blink of an eye, the golden light suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before. Jin Lang suddenly felt that there was something in his hand, and he looked down and saw that it was the Spear of Judgment.

The Great Sage suddenly appeared next to him, with a few burnt holes on his black robe, but his face still couldn't see clearly, but his body seemed to be trembling slightly.

"Brother..."

Two anxious crys came from the sky. Jin Lang looked up and found that Jin Fazu's palms had disappeared, his body was covered with translucent wounds, as if they had been ravaged by countless bullets. He had become a hornet's nest, and there was no complete area on his body.

Jin Fazu did not move, Hong Fazu and Gray Fazu rushed up to support him, and their faces were full of anxiety. Jin Fazu slowly came back to his senses and suddenly smiled bitterly: "I am really worthy of being a divine object. I actually have my own consciousness. I am careless."

"Brother, are you okay?"

The Red Fazu's face was still a little pale, and he asked anxiously while holding the Jin Fazu.

Jin Fazu shook his head: "I can't die, but I'm afraid I'll have to recover for a long time."

The Ancestor Gray's face was full of anger, and suddenly turned his head and looked coldly: "Boy, today you either die or I live." The Ancestor Gray's roared and rushed up.

"Last brother, come back."

The Golden Fazu's face was even more anxious. It was too late to stop it. The Gray Fazu seemed to be completely angry, and waved the wooden stick in his hand and rushed forward. Suddenly, the top of the wooden stick lit up, and the golden scarab wood sculpture seemed to be alive, and suddenly flapped its wings and flew up. In this moment, it seemed as if the whole world was quiet, as if the whole world was left with the sound of the golden scarab shaking its wings.

The golden scarab is not fast, and it is buzzing slowly. Countless gazes are staring at its figure, like a beautiful poisonous insect, which is both surprising and terrifying.

After the Ash Dharma Ancestor released the golden scarab, his body slowed down, as if he didn't dare to get too close. The Golden Dharma Ancestor and the Red Dharma Ancestor both stared at the golden scarab, and a drop of cold sweat on his forehead quietly slid down...

"Don't move"

The Great Sage suddenly pressed his voice so low that Jin Lang almost couldn't hear it, as if even he was very afraid of the golden scarab.

The golden scarab began to fly around aimlessly, and suddenly landed on the face of a Templar. The Templar was startled and hurriedly reached out and slapped the scarab on his face. The Templar then breathed a sigh of relief and put his palm in front of him, but there was no trace of the scarab.

At this moment, a few screams came, and cracks suddenly began to appear in the palm of the Templar's palm. In the fearful eyes of the Templar, his palm shattered. In almost a few seconds, the Templar's body turned into stones, and then shattered all over the floor.

Buzzing...

A sound of shaking its wings pulled back to everyone's sight. Everyone looked at the golden figure in horror. Although its body was very small, it did not dare to let anyone underestimate it.

The golden scarab suddenly flew towards Jin Lang. The Gray Dharma Ancestor's face was happy, but Jin Lang suddenly burst into cold sweats. This thing was completely strange and unusual. No one knew whether he could be killed, but with the lesson just now, I'm afraid no one would want to try it.

In Jin Lang's trembling eyes, the golden scarab slowly stopped on his nose. Jin Lang was so scared that he stood still, with only his wide eyes constantly aiming down.

The golden scarab is very small, not much bigger than a mosquito. It stops on the tip of Jinlang's nose and crawls constantly. Jinlang feels itchy, but he dares not make any moves, for fear of disturbing the little thing and turning it into a pile of gravel.

Jin Lang's heartbeat accelerated several times, and suddenly a blew of air came from his ears. He couldn't help but raise his eyes, but his head did not dare to make any seeming moves. But the scene in front of him immediately made him angry. He saw hundreds of Knights Templars in the same move. As he grew up, his mouth kept blowing wind towards Jin Lang, and many people kept making faces.

In particular, the Pope worked harder and stretched out his hands to pull down his eyelids and stick out his tongue, almost letting Jin Lang go wild, but his reason made him dare not make any seeming moves.

The three great Dharma ancestors had already landed on the ground. The three old guys waved their palms like ducks, muttering something constantly in their mouths, staring at the scarab beetle on the tip of Jinlang's nose, hoping that it could turn Jinlang into stones in an instant, and then they would be happy.

The golden scarab crawled very happily, and his small body crawled under Jinlang's nose. Jinlang was so scared that he quickly closed his breath, but the golden scarab kept crawling around his nostrils, making him even more itchy. He tried his best to resist the urge to sneeze, and his eyes rolled down hard, but he couldn't see what the golden scarab was doing.

There was a fallen leaf in front of the cathedral, and the Knights Templar seemed to have become a circus at this time, especially the Pope seemed to have suddenly changed his career as a clown, and his old face changed his expression like dough. The Pope suddenly stopped moving, rolled up his sleeves, not knowing what he wanted to do. Suddenly, the Pope turned his back to Jinlang, and Jinlang couldn't help but look up, not knowing what new tricks he had.

The next second, the pope suddenly pulled off his pants, and a big white butt appeared in front of Jin Lang's eyes. There was a big black mole on his butt. He bent over and twisted, almost making Jin Lang laugh. Jin Lang's face turned red and his stomach felt a burst of cramps, but he didn't dare to make any moves. Jin Lang had already greeted the pope's ancestors for the eighteen generations of women.

At this moment, everyone suddenly stopped moving, staring at Jin Lang's nose with their eyes tightly. Everyone clenched their fists, as if they were trying to force someone. Jin Lang couldn't see the situation under his nose, but he didn't dare to move. He could only feel that his nostrils became more and more itchy, as if something had crawled in.

Jinlang's nostrils were itchy. He wanted to sneeze and felt comfortable, but no matter how much he thought about it, he never dared to make any moves, and his face was so full of purple.

Hundreds of people, including the Pope and the three great Dharma ancestors, turned into fanatical fans at this time, and they just shouted loudly, come on, come on

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