Seeing this scene, Li Botao and other strong people in the Chinese cultivation world all looked solemn.

Only Ye Lingtian always looked like an ancient wave of unscathing scenery, as if nothing could surprise or shock him.

The Holy Lord with blonde hair and deep outline was wearing a holy robe, like a god, looking at the head of the Jubei City, Ye Lingtian and many powerful Chinese people.

There was a cold murderous intent in his eyes, as if in his opinion, Ye Lingtian and others were all dead.

"I am the ants of China, I adhere to the will of the Blood Ancestor to surrender you, but you are so ungrateful."

"I had no choice but to lead my army of temples and flatten you all!"

The Holy Lord said, and the momentum that was like a mountain and a mountain poured out, making people feel a sank in their hearts.

In his hand, he held a scepter inlaid with countless gems, which was dazzling and exuded a holy will.

Behind him were countless church believers, with a large army of densely packed and endless eyes.

Each of them has at least the strength of the Heavenly King Realm. There are more than 200 strong people who have reached the Heavenly Holy Realm, which is not weaker than the entire Chinese practice world.

In addition, with the top powerhouse of the Holy Lord, this lineup can already sweep the Chinese cultivation world.

At this moment, the eyes of the Chinese heroes were gathering on Ye Lingtian.

At this time, only Ye Lingtian could stand up, lead the heroes and fight against the temple.

"What is Blood Ancestor?"

Ye Lingtian frowned slightly and asked faintly when he was stared at by everyone.

"Danger, dare to insult the Blood Ancestor, do you want to die?"

The Holy Lord's expression changed slightly, and he immediately shouted angrily.

It is obvious that in his heart, the Blood Ancestor is an existence that cannot be defiled and is a supreme belief.

When he was angry, countless believers in the church began to be furious, and the momentum rose like a tide, and the ground was trembling.

Tens of thousands of powerful practitioners are enough to stand here.

"You are waiting here, I will go to capture and kill the Holy Lord, and you will beat the dogs in the water again."

Ye Lingtian glanced at the countless Chinese powerful people behind him and made a measure in his heart.

There are not many strong people in China at present. If they all died in this battle, the Chinese cultivation world will inevitably be much weaker.

Ye Lingtian still hopes to leave some people in the Chinese cultivation world and shed less blood.

But he didn't know how much shock this plain sentence could bring to the Chinese strong men.

"Search and kill the Holy Lord?"

Li Botao stared straight, and the boss with his mouth wide open, he couldn't speak for a long time.

How arrogant is it to say such words?

As we all know, the Holy Lord is the sixth level of the Heavenly Holy Realm and is almost the top invincible powerhouse in the world. Ye Lingtian said he wanted to capture him, but he seemed so natural and relaxed, as if he was taking a pupil.

Not only Li Botao, but others also caused storm in their hearts.

"Ye Lingtian is too crazy, the Holy Lord is not that easy to kill."

"I just hope he really has this strength, but it's unlikely to think about it."

As Chinese people, they naturally have their hearts towards Ye Lingtian, hoping that he can really defeat the Holy Lord.

But reason tells them that Ye Lingtian's single-match battle has little chance of winning.

If someone else said such words, or if they hadn't seen Ye Lingtian killing the old man Tianhua with his own eyes, they would definitely scold him for saying crazy words.

In other words, Ye Lingtian said this, while they didn't believe it, there was still a hope hidden in their hearts.

After all, Ye Lingtian has made countless feats that others think are impossible to do, and some people who even know Ye Lingtian have a kind of almost blind worship and confidence in him.

When he said this, he did not restrain his tone and tone, so he naturally could not escape the Holy Lord's ears.

When the Holy Lord heard this, he had a grim smile on his face: "What a big tone, where did the arrogant boy come from? He is so ignorant!"

It took him only half a year to build a church in Nordic Europe, expanding its power to this level step by step. No one has ever dared to speak like this in front of him.

Even if there were people who dared to despise him, they were crushed into powder under the rolling waves of the church.

Thinking of the Holy Lord's huge momentum, he couldn't help but press on Ye Lingtian.

Ye Lingtian was pressed by the momentum, but he seemed to be unaware of it, with disdain on his face: "You are the one who doesn't know the world is high!"

The so-called holy lord, the so-called holy temple, and the so-called immortal sect are all vulnerable to Ye Lingtian.

Not to mention that he could crush countless existences in his previous life, even now, he could easily crush them.

The Holy Lord can even show off his evil spirit in front of some ants. When he sees the Dragon Emperor, he has to be plastered even if he is a dragon and a tiger.

"Go to die!"

The Holy Lord's face darkened, and immediately waved his scepter, blew out a lightning strike, and smashed it down at Ye Lingtian.

"Boom!"

Above the Nine Heavens, the magnificent power is unstoppable!

A purple sky descended from the sky above the top, like a divine punishment, full of destruction.

This thunder punishment followed the space trajectory and hit Ye Lingtian.

If you are hit by this thunder punishment, even if you are at the fifth level of the Heavenly Saint Realm, you will never feel good, and you will be severely injured even if you don’t die.

This has exceeded the power of ordinary thunder tribulation, which contains magical powers and magic.

"Hmph, what's the fear of mere thunder punishment?"

Ye Lingtian had a sneer on his face, and he didn't even take out the sword, and punched him straight!

"Bang!"

His fist touched the nectar-like thunder tribulation, smashing out countless small thunder arcs, which kept rolling in Ye Lingtian's hands.

With these thunder arcs in his hand, Ye Lingtian's eyes were a little cold.

"It's not polite to come but not come."

He said lightly, then he shook his sleeves.

"Thorn!"

This lightning bolt rushed towards the Holy Lord with an indomitable momentum.

The Holy Lord's body was like an illusion, and in a blink of an eye, he moved from here to the other side.

This thunder punishment failed because of this and did not hit him. Instead, it caused hundreds of believers in the temple behind him to die.

If they were hit by thunder, they had no ability to resist at all, and would be wiped out on the spot.

"Good boy!"

The Holy Lord was even more angry, holding a scepter and holding it high.

"Blood Ancestor, please give me strength to kill this son!"

He murmured some mysterious and mysterious spell while muttering something.

Soon, a strange phenomenon appeared between heaven and earth.

"Buzz!"

I saw the ground cracking and an abyss appeared.

Inside the abyss, countless blood from Yin Hong gushed out. These blood gathered like waves of blood, and eventually turned into a bloody man the size of an ordinary person.

"Dear Blood Ancestor Messenger, please purify these heresies for me."

The Holy Lord smiled and looked at the blood shadows gathered with countless blood rivers, and said lightly.
Chapter completed!