【Chapter 231】The World Shock 2

At this time, an unparalleled aura rose from the middle-aged man, and he no longer had the careless feeling he had just now. This aura was no less than Zhu Mingyang's battle with the God of War in the Cult.

He looked at the magnificent scene under the mountain and laughed and said, "Audreus, you and I have fought for a lifetime, and everything has been overwhelming me, but I didn't expect that they were both in the hands of Chinese people, haha." The loud voice fell in the mountains, spreading in the distance like waves.

The middle-aged man looked at the East and couldn't help but sigh heavily and said, "If Greece hadn't needed me to be in charge, I would really want to go to China to see what this young talent was born. China is indeed the most mysterious place in the world."

At the entrance of the Himalayas in India, there is a famous Indian holy land, Rishikai Temple; and this is the birthplace of India's unique martial arts yoga. There are many masters here, and no one dares to underestimate this small Indian city.

In an ancient temple in this small town, an old monk in his seventies sat, with his eyes closed, like an old tree.

But if you observe carefully, you will find that the old monk's skin is like a baby and his face is rosy, giving people a mysterious feeling.

After a long time, the old monk opened his eyes and looked at the direction of China from afar. A trace of fear appeared in his eyes. He murmured to himself: "Is China really so outstanding? There is such a master like this, even Audreus was defeated. How is this possible? If he reaches the peak, who is the opponent in the world? I am afraid that even the dragon soul will be inferior! Buddha, why doesn't such a talent fall into my India!"

As he said that, he looked at the huge Buddha statue in front of him and closed his eyes again, but in the eyes of outsiders, the old monk sat there like a Buddha, a true Buddha who truly existed in the world.

In a secluded wing room in Shaolin, China, two old monks and two Taoist priests sat opposite each other, but the four of them had a hint of joy.

And the most powerful one, like an old monk from the Buddhist Vedo smiled and said, "This Audreus is really seeking death. When I come to China, I actually want to kill me, the first person in China's future martial arts."

The opposite side was an immortal Taoist, who was even more beautiful and stroking his beard gently, and said with a smile: "I really didn't expect that the Zhu Duzhu's martial arts would be so fast. When we met him a few months ago, although his martial arts were not inferior to Audreus in the past, Audreus must have made a certain breakthrough in recent years. I didn't expect that he could still defeat him. Originally, it would be a huge difficulty to go further when he reached our state. I didn't expect that he could go further in such a short time in just over a hundred days."

After hearing the old Taoist's words, an old monk wearing a brocade cassock sitting next to the old monk smiled and said, "What Qingguzi said is right. Zhu Duzhu is the first martial arts genius I have seen in his life. He is really 'the waves of the Yangtze River push the waves of the previous waves'!"

Another young Taoist priest smiled and nodded without saying anything.

In a house made of ice and snow on the distant snowy plateau, a tall and handsome middle-aged man and a beautiful middle-aged woman stood in front of the window, watching the distance.

The middle-aged man said with a faint smile on his face: "I didn't expect that our little Yangyang is so young but already has such strength. Even I was a little surprised."

The middle-aged beautiful woman smiled and said, "However, she is better than her than her."

The middle-aged man said unconvincedly after hearing this: "Is this the tiger master without a dog son?"

The middle-aged beautiful woman looked at the man, and her beautiful eyes showed a hint of naughtyness. She also knew that her man was actually a little creaking, so she smiled and said with a sweet smile: "Okay, it's just a tiger father without a dog son."

As he said, the middle-aged beautiful woman turned a little bit of evil spirit on her face and said, "This Audreus is really too much this time. She dared to come to China to kill my son. If our Xiao Yang hadn't relaxed, she would have been tragically attacked by him!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he even showed a sharp look in his eyes. He looked at the West and said calmly: "Audreus, do you really think I dare not go to the Vatican to kill people again? Or do you think you have too many Vatican masters to let me kill them. It seems that the lesson I learned back then was so quickly forgotten?"

At this time, the middle-aged man showed a majestic momentum. It was this majestic momentum. If Zhu Mingyang was here, he would definitely feel that the momentum emitted by this middle-aged man was definitely the only one he was born to see. Even his own momentum was slightly inferior to him. That was a kind of aura that was arrogant and unparalleled. He could test who was the opponent in the world.

But the woman around him seemed to have suddenly realized such a momentum, and her beautiful eyes were still looking into the distance, and her eyes were filled with deep longing.

After a long time, the middle-aged man said calmly: "Huanxin, are we going to be born?"

"Eighteen years, eighteen years!" The longing contained in the beautiful eyes of the middle-aged beautiful woman became even stronger.

"Yes, it's eighteen years since Xiao Yang has matured, and it's time for us to be born." The middle-aged man murmured to himself, with a deep sense of family affection in his eyes.

The middle-aged beautiful woman looked at her man beside her with a firm look, and a tenderness flashed in her eyes, and said softly: "Zhenwu, are you determined to be born?"

"After a chaotic world, you can see even the chaos!" the middle-aged man said thoughtfully, "I miss home, Huanxin, let's go home!"

"Go home, it's time to go home!" The middle-aged beautiful woman murmured to herself, and then said without even looking back: "Jinfeng, pack up, we will go home in five days!"

"Okay." Some time ago, a 10-year-old man appeared next to the two of them in a white dress. The icy and snowy place here seemed out of place. However, because of this outfit, she looked like a spotless fairy, which made people look up to her.

The middle-aged beauty pulled her little hand and stroked her gently, revealing a loving look in her eyes: "Feng'er, you have lived here with us for eighteen years over the years, what are your plans?"

"I...I..." The boy's face turned redder, and I don't know what to say.

"Okay, Huanxin, don't make fun of Feng'er." The middle-aged man showed a loving smile on his face. "After going down the mountain, I will arrange for you to study in college, and Xiao Yang will also study there. You can get more contact..."

"Entertainment Father, you hate it!" Jin Feng's little face was even better, and she was twisting her plump but slim figure unyieldingly.

"Okay, Zhenwu, Feng'er, before going down the mountain, the Wuji formation is fully opened! Go and clean up!" The middle-aged beautiful woman blanched her eyes at the middle-aged man.

The two of them looked at Jin Feng's leaving figures, and the middle-aged man also showed a bitter smile on his face, saying, "That brat, will he treat Feng'er badly with so many beauties around him? This brat really deserves to be spanked..."

"You dare!" After hearing this, the middle-aged beautiful woman glared at the middle-aged man angrily, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "That's my son, how many beauties are there? What's wrong? Do I still want to be a grandma early?"

"Hehe!" The middle-aged man subconsciously shrank his head and smiled embarrassedly, "Huanxin, I'm just talking about it casually. Our son must have a group of beauties!"

"Tsk!" The middle-aged beautiful woman smiled proudly...

Other sects in China, such as Qingcheng, Kunlun and other major martial arts families, also knew about this, and they felt proud and were even more excited. Although these sects and families usually had some small conflicts, they were very unified in patriotic plots and could be consistent with the outside world.

Of course, there were also one or two aristocratic families who had a good relationship with certain foreign forces. After hearing this news, they felt even more heartbroken and looked disgusted. They were even more afraid of Zhu Mingyang in their hearts, and some of the prudent thoughts that had arisen before were temporarily put away.

At this time, the whole world was staring at the Vatican, which was at the center of European religion, just to see how the Vatican would respond this time.

The Vatican Church was in a depressing atmosphere at this time. At this time, their hearts had always been invincible. Audreus, the God of War, was defeated and fled in China. Even the God of War, which had one of the magical tools, fell into the hands of the Chinese and became the other party's spoils. This made the samurai warriors, who had always been proud, feel extremely depressed and even very sad.

In their hearts, the God of War is the heaven of the church. Now that the sky has collapsed, how can they not be sad and sad? Moreover, the meaning of the God of War gun to the church is not just a sharp weapon. This is a symbol, which symbolizes unparalleled power in the world. The Pope's scepter symbolizes wisdom and faith. No matter how powerful the force is, it needs wisdom to complement each other. Devoted faith also requires force to maintain it. This is the real reason why the two artifacts become the two treasures of the church at the same time.

But now the magic weapon symbolizing force is lost, and these believers and the Templar Warriors feel insecure.
Chapter completed!