The gate of Jia Luo Demon Prison at the foot of the Ark appeared and disappeared, and I couldn't restrain the murderous intention in my heart at all:

"So...you want to start a war?"

The atmosphere in the Rotunda of the Holy See suddenly became tense, and several of the great saints and bishops frowned, Da Xia was really playing.

Yan Lu coldly said: "Starting a war with our Tianmen Church over Ren Jie? In the final analysis, he is just a genius who has not yet grown up. There are as many geniuses who die every year as there are stars, and he is not the least of them."

"Or are you hiding something from me and you have to protect him? What's the reason?"

At this moment, Yan Lu raised his head, his eyes flashed with cold light, as if he smelled something.

The corpse stitcher narrowed his eyes and said:

"Reason? Do you need any reason? Because of his journey to the mountains and seas, he brought back the Pearl of Knowledge and made the human race soar. Because he holds a sword and spreads fire, and the fuel fire explodes. Because his sister is the legacy of Great Xia."

"With his achievements that can be recorded in history, no matter how much we can protect him, Daxia will never let anyone who shed their blood for the human race feel cold again!"

At this moment, Ren Jie's various identities and unparalleled achievements have become a protective umbrella for his identity. Daxia's reasons for protecting him are legitimate and full of confidence.

Yan Lu sneered: "Really? But...you guys gave me chills!"

"I have said that the will of the gods cannot be violated. No matter how you stop me, I will do what I should do, so what if I am criticized by thousands of people?"

"Let future generations judge what is right or wrong!"

I saw the corpse stitcher raised his hand to grab it, held a broad knife in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "It seems... there is only one option left to go to war. The Holy City tonight is probably going to be a river of blood!"

Tianmen Church is not prepared to give in, and Daxia officials are not giving in at all.

You have to touch Ren Jie, right? Then before you touch him, fuck you first!

Yan Lu sneered: "Starting a war? Why? With a puppet whose master has died? With a worthless old guy? A mad butcher?"

"Are you worthy?"

Fang Zhou's face was extremely ugly, and he was about to open the devil's prison. However, the next moment, without any warning, a golden long sword was quietly placed on Yan Lu's neck...

The sword edge cut into the skin, blood flowed out, and an extremely solid shadow of Qian Zun appeared behind Yan Lu at some point. It was Lu Qianfan, one of the Bafang Martial Saints!

He put the long sword on his neck, bent down and put his head next to Yan Lu's ear, and said with a cruel smile: "Are you... worthy of it?"

Nian Chu, Blade Heart and the other Saint-clothed Bishops' expressions suddenly changed, and they immediately stood up and were about to attack that Gan Zun.

However, Qiankun stared fiercely!

"You deserve it too!"

"The sky collapses!"

Just hearing a "boom", all the saint-clothed bishops present, including Nian Chu, were pressed to the ground by an extremely strong force, and the floor cracked.

Their heads were all pressed hard to the ground, and they felt as if their bodies were about to be crushed. Their eyes were full of humiliation, but they were even more shocked.

How could Lu Qianfan be so strong as a horse-riding person?

Fang Zhou felt relieved now and looked at ease.

However, Yan Lu's expression was calm and he was still sitting calmly on the throne of the Pope.

Yan Lu said calmly: "I am not worthy, but... can you really kill me? Do you dare to kill me? Without me, Tianmen Church, Daxia will be unable to support itself. Can it withstand the pressure of foreigners?"

"Taking action against our Tianmen Church is tantamount to cutting off the future of the human race. Apart from you, is there anyone in Daxia who can do it?"

"Lu Qianfan! The fate of more than 500 million people in the human race is all under your sword. Can you kill it with this sword?"

Yan Lu was certain that Lu Qianfan did not dare to kill him. The current situation of the human race was precisely because of the existence of the top powerhouses of the Tianmen Church, which allowed them to maintain a delicate balance with all races.

Once Tianmen Church is gone, Daxia will collapse.

The long sword in Qian Zun's hand gradually exerted force and cut into Yan Lu's neck bit by bit:

"Do you really think that Daxia can't live without you? I hate being threatened by others. As long as I am alive, no one will dare to touch Daxia!"

"I'll kill whoever I want...I'll kill whoever I want!"

Yan Lu's eyes gradually turned cold: "But... what if you are no longer here? You can indeed hold on, but how long can you hold on?"

"Without your human race, and without the Tianmen Church, can the human race... be able to hold on?"

Lu Qianfan was too strong, but this super-level power was nothing more than gorgeous fireworks.

And fireworks...are easily cold...

Qian Zun snorted coldly: "This is not something you need to consider. Do you really think I have no preparations?"

"Even if the worst happens and I can't hold on anymore, the back-up I have left is enough to keep Daxia worry-free. What's more... are you really sure that I can't take that road?"

"Never make any hasty conclusions before the end comes. If you want to fight against the outside world...you must first make peace with yourself..."

"Guess...who will my sword hit at that time?"

Yan Lu's expression finally changed because he was not sure whether what Lu Qianfan said was true or false.

If this is true, the Tianmen Church will be in a dangerous situation...

The sword edge was still cutting, just when Yan Lu could no longer hold on and was about to resist...

Qian Zun raised his sword fiercely, thrust it heavily into the round table in front of Yan Lu, and then said coldly:

"I protect Ren Jie, Yu Qing, he is my beloved disciple, and Yu Li, he is my great hero in Great Xia!"

"As long as I, Lu Qianfan, am still here, whoever dares to touch Ren Jie and the people around him will be killed by my sword!"

"Death may be late, but... it will never be absent!"

"I will only say these words once. If you cross the line, even God...can't save you!"

As he spoke, Qian Zun's figure had disintegrated into dots of aura, as if he had never appeared before. Only the wound on Yan Lu's neck could prove what had just happened.

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Fang Zhou and the corpse stitchers all glanced at Yan Lu coldly!

"You bitch, if you don't put a sword on your neck, you won't have a long memory!"

Both of them stepped into the black abyss, but Daxia's executioner looked disappointed, carried the black coffin, and retreated into the black abyss with eyes full of displeasure.

While withdrawing, he murmured: "Well, I thought I could make a few majestic works of art, but it's boring."

At this moment, Nian Chu and the other saintly bishops got up from the ground, their faces even uglier than eating stinky socks.

What just came was just one of Lu Qianfan's Bafang Martial Saints. If his true form came over, how strong would it be?

The atmosphere in the venue seemed a bit awkward. Although the wound on Yan Lu's neck had healed, the blood was still scarlet.

Blade Heart's eyes dodged and said: "Teach...His Majesty the Pope? Then this list of holy sacrifices...still needs to be implemented?"

Everything else is easy to say, but Lu Qianfan is really having a hard time with this one, right?

Yan Lu took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Why don't you execute it?"

"I said that the will of the gods cannot be violated. For the continuation of the human race, I will not hesitate to sacrifice myself and go through fire and water!"

"There are many ways to achieve the goal. Since the church can't do it, just borrow the help of others..."

"There are people in this world who want Ren Jie's life more than us..."

Nian Chu and Blade Heart's eyes both lit up.

Ren Jie made a lot of enemies along the way. Who wouldn't want to kill Ren Jie, including Tarot Cards and the Alliance of Mountains and Seas?

If he died in the hands of others, without the help of the Tianmen Church, even the Daxia officials would not be able to find fault, right?

But at this moment, the holy city, illuminated by the long river of holy light, suddenly darkened...
Chapter completed!