How should we describe the Kirin at this moment? A monster? A demon? Or a god? But for the most elite guard soldiers like the Pope, no monster or monster is as terrible as the live flame in front of us. It cannot be touched or touched. Once the sword in his hand is touched, it will immediately turn into iron. The high temperature on his body makes these soldiers shrouded in the holy light unable to stay within twenty meters beside him for more than two seconds. The temperature of the nearby air is like charcoal. Some soldiers with weaker strength can no longer bear the temperature of the burning armor on their bodies, and they took off their armor in a hurry.

Just as the hundreds of guard soldiers who were rushing forward in front of the Qilin almost screamed. They could not see where the enemy was, but only felt a ball of fire coming from the front, and then their bodies were burning and painful, and then they didn't know anything.

As the people next to them seemed, a golden flame suddenly stopped in the air for a while, and then about 120 soldiers emitted red lights all over their bodies. The flames rushed out from under their skin, and the whole person burned like charcoal. In less than a second, they were completely burned to ashes. Even their armor turned into a burst of blue smoke and drifted away with a "sneer".

The pope was stunned. Seeing the Qilin floating less than five hundred meters in front of him, he looked at him with extreme provocation. He couldn't help but wave a gorgeous holy light with countless thin streamers like gossips. The holy light gradually condensed in the air, and finally turned into a huge arrow, roaring through the air and hit the Qilin. However, the golden flame just shook slightly, and could not hurt the Qilin's body at all.

Qilin laughed: "You idiots, when my clan was still lying on this earth, you were just a group of uncivilized savages. How could you be my opponent? Roar... you all have to die, hahahahahahaha, I will send your ashes to the foot of Yinshan Mountain and soak them in the Han Pond of Billion, so that your souls will never be reborn...hahahaha."

Two golden and purple fire pillars spewed out of Qilin's nose, and his big eyes glanced around with malicious intentions, as if they were looking for someone to attack.

The pope laughed in a low voice: "Poor beast, if your race is really very powerful, why are you the only one here? What about your tribe? If you can summon one hundred tribes, we will leave immediately. We can destroy a hundred powerful creatures like you, but we cannot afford such a tragic sacrifice. If you still have one hundred tribes, we will leave immediately, huh?"

Qilin was stunned for a moment, and the flames on his body became much dimmed. Clan members? How strange this word is. It seems that the entire race was at its peak, no more than two hundred, right? Then, the strange old people appeared. They were not like the humans at that time. They killed all their clan members in every move, and together with their parents... Qilin still vaguely remembered that someone said: "It's useless to take this young man back, so let it go." He was just an orphan who was lucky enough to escape the massacre.

The scar in his heart was revealed, and Qilin became crazy. He simply spit out his Yuandan, and a big golden bead dripped around his mouth for a while, and rushed straight to the Pope with a fire.

The soldiers of the Guards retreated. They had no countermeasures to this strange beast, and had no choice but to retreat to avoid unnecessary casualties. The leaders of more than a hundred guards shot out strong holy lights, rushing to stop Yuandan. They are the Pope's Guards. If they were not the first to stop the attack when the enemy attacked the Pope, then what's the use of them?

Seeing them pushing forward together, the Pope nodded slightly and signaled. Immediately, several archbishops in the red held their hands together and murmured the spell. This was the first time they used spells other than holy power. A gust of cold wind gathered from all directions, and then the pouring rain fell down like a big hole in the sky. There were large pieces of white ice in the middle, which hit Qilin heavily.

The water hookah filled the air, and the Qilin roared. He hated the water, very much. The people of the Holy See actually used water to deal with him. The biting cold air made Qilin feel uncomfortable, and he rushed out in anger. More than a hundred guard leaders joined forces to split a half-moon arc, and the faint arc light collided with the Qilin's Yuandan. A wave of overwhelming pressure came from the Yuandan, and followed the holy power that the guard leaders and the arc light had not completely escaped. They shook them all over and retreated for more than a hundred meters. Then the arc light shattered and turned into countless tiny light blades, striking around the Yuandan.

A little bit of fire came out from the Yuan Dan, and the layer on the surface of the Yuan Dan suddenly exploded. A huge ball of fire burned towards the guard leaders in front of them like a sky-high. Just as they retreated in a hurry, the Qilin had already rushed over with the sound of wind, opened his bloody mouth and swallowed the two of them, broke through the defense line of these guard leaders, and grabbed the Pope with one claw.

Philot snorted coldly, and a light sword in his hand stabbed out. He tried his best. The holy light rushed out as if it was not necessary for capital. A light of about a foot thick hit Qilin's chest. Qilin felt that its chest was as if it was hit by a huge hammer, and its huge body doubled and flew backwards with water vapor. Feilot hit it with a sword. Seeing that Qilin could not bear his sword energy, he couldn't help but feel energetic, roared, and chased after him.

The pope cried wildly: "Philot, come back."

How could Philot listen? Even if he wanted to come back, it would be too late. Although the Qilin was knocked away by Philot's sword energy, he had not suffered any substantial damage at all. The strange light flashed in his eyes, and two scales suddenly fell off, as if they were chopped down by Philot and flew towards Philot who was chasing him. Then he suddenly turned into two black and golden lights, stabbing Philot's throat.

Philot's hair was shattered, and cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead. All his strength was gathered on the light arrow, and he was about to slash the Qilin under the sword, but who knew that the two falling scales suddenly killed him?

A figure swept past, and the pope took action himself. He snapped his fingers and shattered two scales. Then he grabbed the Yuandan, the Qilin, which was still chasing the guards' leaders with flames, and hit the Qilin with his right hand. A faint blood-colored light appeared on the thorny head ring. The powerful holy power that should not belong to this world rushed into the Pope's body from the front ring. The Pope's white right hand suddenly doubled, and he hit Qilin's head with a dazzling white light.

With a "boom", the Qilin howled and flew backwards. For the first time, he met a person who dared to break through his protection. The Pope's palm could not be hit by a human being. Three horns on his head were broken, and the scales on his head were broken into pieces, and the skulls were cracked in thin gaps. His whole body seemed to be hit hard by a severe attack from the heavenly tribulation. The scales on his body trembled, and he was almost shocked and flew out of his body.

Qilin was hit hard, and the golden flame on his body became much dimmed, and only the fire of fire was floating on his body... A series of hoarse, strange roars filled with beast nature came from his mouth. The pope looked at Qilin with a smile: "Your strength is good, your real strength can probably compete with one of our Sacred Knights in a draw, but your talent is so good, your physical strength, the power of fire contained in your body... Convert to us, otherwise, I will kill you now...Philot, listen well, to deal with this monster, just condense the holy power of the whole body into a sphere and explode in his body. The sword energy in the air cannot hurt him."

The pope said lightly: "His vitality is very strong, so he seems very powerful, but he just relies on instinct to fight, and there is nothing scary."

Upon hearing this, Philot couldn't help but smile on his face, and slowly raised his right hand, and a large ball of holy light had appeared in his hand.

Qilin smiled grimly, and he roared in a low voice: "There is nothing scary? Then, I will let you see my true strength. Is your so-called power practice? I am not interested in practicing, and those who have practiced may not be able to deal with me."

The pope looked at him curiously: "Oh? Do you have any other means?"

Qilin roared lowly: "Flavor the ancient bloodline of our clan and in the name of the commander of the true fire of the Three Realms, I am here to call on all the gods of fire, and use your power to burn the enemy in front of me."

A powerful voice came from afar. Qing Lingzi felt something was wrong and didn't say much. He pulled Izumiko and the others and ran away, running for about thirty miles with Yuntou before stopping. The entire mountain area was quiet, and only the sound of countless birds and beasts fleeing in panic were heard.

The Holy Seens was wrong, but they couldn't tell what was wrong. Everyone gathered carefully, floating about a hundred meters in the air, looking at the Qilin with caution. Only the Pope and Philot floated before the Qilin. The Pope asked curiously: "Is this your power? I don't seem to..."

Without saying a word, the entire mountain area became a Shura Field. Within a circle with a radius of five kilometers, all the mountains collapsed silently in an instant, as if they did not exist at all. The earth overturned, and the red lava rushed up like a crystal clear pillar of fire. The Holy See let out a scream like a ghost crying and howling. About two hundred people who had no time to react were involved in this terrible lava flow, and the bones remained, and the others flew up one after another.

The sky was also red, and countless meteorites of the size of selves fell from the sky, mixed with thunder and fire, pouring down aimlessly. The breeze in the air turned black, and wisps of fire swept across the radius of fifty miles.

The formation of the Holy See was in chaos. They only care about avoiding these attacks that could kill people, so how could they keep the formation? The archbishops and archbishops were really embarrassed. They were dragging their inflexible bodies in the air. If it weren't for the Guards and the senior deacons of the Judiciary to resist the meteorites in the sky, they would have been destroyed. At this moment, a lowest-level deacon in the Judiciary, because his body was flexible enough, his hope of survival was far greater than that of the poor archbishops.

Qilin shouted proudly: "Hahahahahahaha, this is my real power. Practice? What should I practice? Can I directly trigger a power similar to the heavenly tribulation. Do I need to practice? A group of idiots...Look, I will give you a little more powerful one."

Qilin was extremely happy and suddenly started shouting wildly again. The strange spells spread throughout the fields. There were more and more fire red clouds in the sky. A powerful pressure rushed straight to the Holy See's army. Then, a meteorite with a diameter of about 100 meters suddenly appeared in the air with countless small fire balls, and then directly hit the Pope. The Pope looked at Qilin in amazement, then quickly looked at the meteorite, and suddenly shouted: "You crazy man, aren't you afraid of destroying the entire earth when you play like this?"

Qilin roared: "I care about other people's life or death? If you hit me, you should die."

The pope was furious, and more holy power surged into the thorn head ring. He punched the huge meteorite in the sky and punched the Qilin.

At the same time, there were ghosts and gods crying around, and a hoarse voice roared: "Damn beast, you dare to destroy my temple... I, I, I, I, I, I will tear you a lot." A little green fire shot from the hillside of a mountain in the distance, and a row of green fireflies struck the Kirin with the roar of thunder and lightning.

At the same time, a silver light shot from afar, and Tian Xinzi's voice shouted loudly: "Friends of Taoism, this meteorite is handled by me, you can retreat." He held the sky with one hand, and a silver cloud emerged from his hand vigorously, holding the meteorite. Just as the Pope's holy power attacked, the meteorite was blown into seven or eight fragments, and Tian Xinzi held these fragments straight up to the sky. Tian Xinzi and others were waiting for the news of the Ghost King at the gate of the "Tianxing Sect" because the Ghost King relied on his old age to fight first and then let the decent monks appear. But everyone suddenly felt a feeling of disaster coming from the sky. Tian Xinzi immediately arrived with a flash of light, and he kept the meteorite straight up to the sky with his body.

Just when Tian Xinzi flew down, the nine heavenly fire contained in the meteorite burst out, which made Tian Xinzi tremble all over and almost shook his soul out of his body. He couldn't help but secretly annoyed: "Who released such a ferocious beast? It's really inappropriate."

And the green fluorescent light teamed up with the Pope, fighting the Qilin all over his armor, flesh flying, and screaming. He roared: "You bastards, let me deal with you... Why are you old guys dealing with me with outsiders?"

The green light roared: "Damn it, this is my temple. Can't it be lent to you to fight? You beast has turned this place into a hell of fire, me, me, I... fuck it."

The sword light flashed, and the huge head of the Qilin was chopped off. A strange figure who was more than meter long, described as dry and golden, flashed on the spot, looking at the pope with a smile and said, "This gentleman is polite. China has been a country of benevolence and righteousness since ancient times. Such a beast has neglected the guests, so it is okay to kill them... But you can offend our border for no reason, which is also a damn crime, right?" After saying that, he glanced at the old man in black in the green light.

The old man was shocked: "Oh, why did I forget? The demon formation has not been fully equipped yet. Why did I, me, me, why did I rush out?"

Qilin's body slowly fell into the fire pool, and suddenly a sound of killing sounds shook the sky. Countless monsters and monsters flew up from the hillside and at the foot of the mountain, with various colors of light flashing in their hands. A black cloud in the sky rolled, surrounding the Holy See's army in the middle. An elite demon even rolled into the already messy Holy See's army and started killing wildly.

The Pope and Philot were shocked and were about to return to their own formation. The Ghost King appeared silently behind them, with a silence and screamed: "Two old friends, are you meeting again? I'm here to play with you." The Ghost King looked at the embarrassing Holy See army gathered together to deal with the rivals, and said with a smile: "This, the children let them play. We chief-level figures, it's better for us to play with each other... Didn't this person always ask us to come out just now? Brother Demon King, we're out this time... Hahahahaha."

Amid the crazy laughter, the Ghost King slashed at Philot with a sword.

The Pope knew that Philot was not the opponent of the Ghost King, so he shouted: "I'll fight you." But there was a chill behind him silently, and the demon king said sinisterly: "Little brother, my sword is stabbing your back heart... Old monster, don't worry about your dojo here. At worst, we can move mountains and create another one for you to preside over the group of demons and god-destroying array. It's fast, the time is not up, and the power is not enough."

The 'Wolf Mountain Old Monster' in black roared and rushed towards the sky with a sway of dark wind. He stood firm at a flag gate in the center and roared: "Little ones, kill the living people."—

Yi Chen smiled and opened the trump card, and said with a smile: "Look, it seems that my card is a little bigger than Mr. Yamamoto's... 50 million, isn't it? Thank you... Do you still have cash? I mean, do you still have cash in your casino?"

Yamamoto's finger trembled and signaled his subordinates to bring in a large amount of cash and put the code on the table. Yi Chen nodded with a smile: "Yes, I'm afraid that your casino will not have enough cash, so it's better to exchange the chips immediately. Well, it's not bad. The financial resources of your casino exceeded my expectations. In total, we won more than 500 million US dollars, right?"

Yamamoto nodded with a pale face and his mouth trembled a few times.

Yi Chen smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth: "Look, it's really wrong to not come to your casino to search. Are you relieved to store such a huge amount of cash in such a casino? If it were me, I would have sent someone to rob me."

Yamamoto swallowed: "Sir, no one dares to come here to rob him in Tokyo."

Yi Chen popped the playing cards in his hand a few meters away and said lazily: "Discounting, dealing cards, didn't I just come to rob? Don't say it too absolutely, right? Ying, what do you say?"

Sakura smiled lightly, grabbed a few chips and said, "Yi, play slowly, I'll try my luck. Yamamoto, don't cheat, otherwise your hand will be cut off." Yamamoto's forehead was sweating like rain, his eyes were fierce, but he looked at Sakura with extreme fear.

Yi Chen gently tapped the gambling table: "Dear Mr. Yamamoto, if you have this free time to hate Sakura, why don't you deal cards early and let me win more? Look, I have been waiting for a long time. You call yourself the best dealer in this casino. Is it just like this to entertain guests? Don't be afraid that I won too much. Anyway, you are not thinking, if your boss brings people, we will die? Why do you still care about such a little money? It's just a pastime."

Yamamoto whispered: "Yes, you understand yourself? If the boss brings people, you will be dead."

Yi Chen smiled faintly: "Then, please pity us who are about to die. Get the cards quickly, dear Mr. Yamamoto."

Gulons, who were sitting at the gambling tables next to him, burst into laughter and ruthlessly laughed at Yamamoto's words. The staff in the casino were all stupid and thought that these people were all crazy. Don't they know that if only a few people met the Yamaguchi group, would they die ugly?

In the lobby, Fix commanded a group of blood tribes tore open the bodies of the two security guards, squeezed out all their blood, and gathered into blood cells in the air. Large pieces of gold bricks were thrown into the blood cells, and the black magic energy was shot into the blood cells in a stream. The blood cells turned black, and the gold slowly melted. The golden juice seemed so weird and beautiful in the black blood.

The black and golden alloys were made, and several marquis with small beards and holding small crutches walked up with a smile, bowing to Fix: "Dear Mr. Grand Duke, don't you mind showing our artistic beauty, do you?"

Fix rubbed his hands and said happily: "Of course not, brothers, let's give full play to your beauty and arrange it beautifully... Don't worry about gold, we can rob more gold."

Several marquis raised their crutches with smiles, powerful magic waves surged out, rolled up the black gold alloy on the ground, and began to cast various new statues and other decorations according to their own preferences.
Chapter completed!