On the earth in the sky, the golden Abraham stones above the holy city of Jerusalem, and the golden temple of Solomon were connected by endless light.

It is like a bridge formed by light hanging in the center of the holy city.

From south to north, it runs across the sky.

And in the center of the Light Bridge is the blood that has just left after a thousand years.

It shines even more at this time, as if it is regaining its rebirth.

The blood became brighter and redder, constantly surging in the air, and the sound of the heart jumping became clearer.

"Puboo! Puboo!"

The sounds of sounds echoed in the holy city.

The gravel on the earth kept beating with the vibration of the sound.

The power of the Temple of Solomon and the Abraham rocks continued to pour into the blood.

It's like returning to my mother's arms.

Malamed, dressed in white, stood straight at this time, his body trembling slightly.

Malamed only felt endless holy light pouring into his body, and then flowing from his body into the holy blood in the air.

The terrifying power flowing into his body made every inch of his body feel severe pain, like a mass of muscles being torn apart.

Malamed tried hard to open his mouth, but he couldn't even speak because of his muscle spasm.

From the outside world, we can only see Malamud's pale lips trembling slightly.

No one can help him, and he can't even communicate with anyone.

Malamed could only silently bear the baptism of this terrifying power.

The same is true for middle-aged people on the other side.

A middle-aged man with a big black beard seemed to tremble at this moment.

His eyes widened, his whole muscles became stiff, and his hands and feet were still twitching from time to time.

Powerless.

Deep powerless.

The middle-aged man could only watch the Holy Blood constantly draw strength from them.

He cried wildly in his heart to the prophet of the Green Cult.

Hope that the prophet can save himself.

But except for the sound of Jesus' blood beating in the air, wrapped in light.

The entire holy city is except silence.

Still silent.

Hu Ziming originally thought that a shocking battle was about to break out.

But at this moment, there was only the sound of wind and the vibration of holy blood.

Everyone in Kyushu next to Solomon's Temple immediately realized something was wrong.

"It seems something is wrong."

Hu Ziming looked at Malamud and the middle-aged man who had no movement on both sides.

Intuition told him that this was not the script he should have.

If things happen very well, there will be evil.

Hu Ziming looked at the holy blood in the air.

Jesus is an extremely strange existence among all denominations.

In the Green Church, people called him a prophet.

In the Holy See, everyone called him the Son of the Holy See.

And in Judaism, Jesus is also an extremely difficult person to bypass.

Such a character's blood.

Blood that has existed for more than two thousand years and has not changed at all.

Perhaps it is the key.

"It's something wrong."

The hoarse voice of "Dead Old Man" sounded, like two extremely dry branches rubbing.

He first affirmed Hu Ziming's thoughts.

Then he narrowed his eyes and looked at the "Bridge of Light" in the distance and said:

"Hehe, it seems that something went wrong with them, and they couldn't move anymore."

"Dead old man" can tell the problem at a glance.

He smiled in a creepy smile.

However, even though he saw the problem, he still stood still without moving.

It's not up to you.

A fellow Taoist who dies will not die.

What's more, his corpse has been killed once, so would he have to die again?

There is absolutely no such truth in the world.

So, you can see the mummy hanging his hands with his knees, and he acts as if he is a poplar rooted in the ruins, and he pretends to be dead to the end.

The mummies who left the Forbidden City are now enjoying the only tranquility.

The sky is so blue and the ground is so cute. Let the three annoying guys in the air go with them.

"Can't move?"

Hu Ziming ignored the mummy who was pretending to be dead, and turned to look at Malamed.

Compared to the middle-aged man with unknown information, Malamed is closer to Hu Ziming.

After careful examination, Hu Ziming found that the religious leader Malamed, who was originally dignified, had lost his composure.

The sweat on his head seemed to break the dam, and it came out of the skin above his head, and then flowed down frantically.

Sweat passed through his face, flowing through his slender white beard, and dripped onto the ground along the white beard.

And the water stains could be seen faintly at this time when his pure white clothes were covered with water.

Hu Ziming looked up at Malamed's eyes.

Malamed kept winking at Hu Ziming.

It seems like I want to express something.

He really has no choice.

After leaving Solomon's temple, he could not contact Solomon, the king of wisdom.

Now unless the Holy Blood stops actively, he can only ask people from the Jiuzhou lineage.

Now he can only pray that the person in Kyushu in front of him can understand what he means.

Help!

"Are you signaling me to help?"

Hu Ziming frowned and thought for a while.

He is a little funny.

This slap came too quickly and too suddenly.

Just now, Malamud was constantly emphasizing that they should not meddle in other people's business, and now he is starting to ask them for help.

This is the most unpredictable thing in the world.

After hearing this, the translator hurried forward and started the translation.

This time he came out was an opportunity he finally got.

Just to come out to see the mythical world.

After hearing the translation, Malamed began to blink wildly.

Hu Ziming nodded and said, "If you are sure to ask us for help, blink again."

The translator twitched and almost burst into laughter.

However, he still kept his laughter.

Said it again.
To be continued...