The Vatican was the land of the prophets and the holy land where the gods slept. It was extremely vast and was far larger than the small piece of land in the mortal world.
Here, towering divine mountains rose and fell. Rays of holy light lingered around them as angels sang hymns. Strange flowers bloomed, old herbs grew on the cliffs, and pure-blooded unicorns roamed the forest.
This was a peaceful ancient Daoist Rite Temple, and one could even see spirits, giants, and strange dragons that had gone extinct since the ancient times. A desolate aura assaulted one's face.
In the distance, the Dragon Pond was deep. Waterfalls poured down from the sky, and dozens of mountains were the most conspicuous. Every one of them was engraved with dao marks of heaven and earth.
On every mountain was a majestic temple. Regardless of whether it was the foundation, tiles, or wooden pillars, they were all from ancient times and had existed for a long time.
This place gave people a sense of great vicissitudes. No matter how much time passed, this place remained the same since ancient times. It was sacred and dignified.
Not everyone could set foot in this place, especially those who had come to denounce the Vatican. Since ancient times, not many people had been able to do so.
Ye Fan brought a few disciples into this ancient dojo. He stood in the distance and quietly observed the land of the prophets, silently appreciating its glory. This was not a shelter for the weak. Time flew by, and each generation produced outstanding people.
Behind him was a large group of people who had been converted in Jerusalem and became his staunch followers. They were incomparably pious, and many of them were members of the Crusade.
The great army pressed on, shaking all of Europe. However, the Vatican was very quiet. The high and mighty holy temple sprinkled down its radiance, and there was no tense atmosphere.
The earth trembled and wild beasts roared. Hundreds of cavalry charged into the Vatican, and all of them trampled on the tall mountains. Their blood energy surged into the heavens, and their killing intent surged.
The people of the Divine Splendor Clan had come to fight to protect the Vatican. Their clan leader had led many experts here!
"Boom!"
The heavens fell and the earth cracked. In another direction, blood energy surged as a group of powerful knights appeared. They wore golden armor and held golden spears in their hands. Their battle intent was high, and their eyes were sharp. This was a group of lions that had been through hundreds of battles.
"This is someone from the Gold Family. They are known to have the bloodline of a deity and are incomparably powerful. During the ancient years, there were two divine sages who swept through the west, forcing all saints to retreat."
A devout follower explained to Ye Fan, explaining the origins of these experts, describing their bloodlines and specialties in great detail.
On this day, many ancient clans sent experts to reinforce the Vatican, fearing that the demons of the Central Plains would destroy the holy land in their hearts.
It hadn't even been an hour since Ye Fan arrived here, but there were already twelve great armies that hurried over, all of them the most ancient and powerful inheritances, representing the most powerful of the present day.
"Boom!"
On the highest majestic sacred mountain, the grand palace was pushed open by two beautiful angels with divine wings. The sacred door of the center of power was opened, and a group of elders came out in a line.
A powerful aura covered the sky and covered the earth. It was obvious that this was a group of extraordinary characters, representing the current Vatican's peak strength. Every one of them had profound cultivation and lived in seclusion all year round, borrowing the ocean-like psychokinesis to cultivate.
At the center, there was a stone chair with a cross carved on it, giving off an ancient aura. An old man sat there majestically, looking down like a great mountain, like an ancient deity. His eyes were incomparably vast, with the sun, moon, and stars flickering in and out of existence.
"Wu, a powerful opponent. This is someone who has survived since the ancient years. Looking at the traces left behind by the passage of time, he should be more than three thousand years old," Ye Fan said to himself.
"This is the Pope. No one knows which era he is from, only that his followers have died batch after batch, but he is still alive," a devout follower informed.
"Peng!"
The great earth trembled. Several figures appeared, making the mountains tremble. They possessed incomparable power, every single one of them unmoving like a mountain, calm like a mountain.
Every single one of them was special, looking like they were forty or fifty years old. However, the vicissitudes in their eyes were difficult to hide. The battle clothes on their bodies were dull and lusterless, all of them cast from bronze. They were covered in blade marks and arrow imprints, as if they were taken out from a museum.
"Battle clothes from the Dark Era!" Someone cried out in alarm.
"These are holy knights from the ancient era. Legend has it that several of them experienced tens of thousands of battles without dying, passing through all types of chaotic eras, living until today."
Everyone's reactions were different, all of them revealing expressions of shock. Even Ye Fan was a bit surprised. These four were all ancient sect master level figures, being able to live until now was also an anomaly.
"We were originally waiting for you in Jerusalem's holy city, but after receiving the Pope's decree, we didn't face you." One of them spoke without any joy or worry.
"Even deities aren't my opponent. It's useless even if all of you come at me together." Ye Fan said indifferently.
When the calm and emotionless voice sounded in everyone's ears, it possessed incomparable deterrence. All of the ancient families that came to provide assistance felt a wave of fear. This was the truth!
Heaven and earth slowly dried up, only becoming deathly still several hundred years ago. These four had long become sect masters, and then they borrowed mental force to cultivate, so their cultivation didn't stop because of the drying up of heaven and earth.
"We might not be your opponent, but that doesn't mean that we can't injure you." They were extremely calm. In their hands appeared a great sword, a dragon spear, a dagger, and other things. They weren't all that sharp, dull and lusterless. However, they made one's heart produce waves of coldness, as if they could devour one's primordial spirit. They were chilly and heavy, as if they were dragons hibernating in an abyss.
"Half holy weapon!" Ye Fan revealed a strange expression, but he didn't feel any fear. The difference in cultivation level was too great. He pointed forward, and one of them quickly used a great sword to block. Brilliant light erupted, and a vicious dragon that was hibernating awakened. It roared with terrifying power, tearing apart heaven and earth!
The great earth split apart, and the heavens collapsed. This was an incomparable destructive power. Nothing could stop it, and it was as if Vatican City was going to be flattened.
In the surroundings, many great peaks flickered with dao marks, lighting up an expanse of dazzling light. They constructed an expanse of ancient magical patterns, protecting Vatican City. In the end, it wasn't damaged.
At the same time, the other three also took action. These four weapons were extremely special, almost about to release the power of half saints back then. It was as if four ancient sword saints had revived and were cleaving heaven and earth!
Ye Fan turned into a streak of lightning, moving within the tens of thousands of divine splendor hacked out by the half holy weapons. He pointed out four times in succession, and they turned into unstoppable sword radiance. Even though the four ancient holy knights' magical power was boundless, their reactions were fast, and they blocked it with the half holy weapons, but a strand of the aftershock still injured them.
On the spot, the four of them flew out as if they were struck by lightning. They coughed out large mouthfuls of blood, and many of the bones in their bodies were broken. They all revealed expressions of disbelief.
It wasn't that they didn't think that Ye Fan was powerful, but they didn't expect him to be this terrifying. His speed was too fast. Even with half holy weapons, they couldn't hack that golden figure.
Moreover, this kind of weapon consumed a great amount of energy, so it was difficult for them to use its true divine might!
Suddenly, ancient scrolls covered the sky. Four ancient scrolls rushed out from behind them, turning into four streaks of eternal light as they flew towards Ye Fan, suppressing him.
"Forbidden spell!"
"The legendary ancient forbidden spell scrolls!"
Many people cried out loudly, and their expressions were extremely shocked. They all retreated, rushing out who knew how many li. Their faces were snow-white. They never expected to encounter this kind of thing.
This was the dao mark personally carved by an ancient half saint. It was the most terrifying talisman, and as long as one was struck by it, they would undoubtedly die. This was because the forbidden spell was equivalent to the full power attack of a half saint!
Four half saints took action. What kind of concept was this? It was unimaginable. Any one of the half saints was enough to kill a God Race expert. When four of them joined forces, it would be a fatal blow that couldn't be resisted.
It was clear that the Vatican didn't hesitate to use up their sect protection treasure, and the losses were immeasurable to kill Ye Fan. Four forbidden spell scrolls appeared at the same time, so there was no way he could survive.
This was a tremendous threat. Even Ye Fan's expression changed. He hadn't severed the dao yet, so he still wasn't a true immortal king. When four half saints took action, it would be a fatal blow!
Weng!
The All Life Energy Cauldron rumbled, suspending above Ye Fan's head. Boundless source energy poured down, protecting him tightly. He turned into a streak of lightning, rushing into the distance.
However, right at this time, Pope took action. Magical force was like an ocean, and with a raise of his hand, several great mountains were moved. Heaven and earth rumbled, blocking his path.
Moving mountains and filling seas!
Pope actually possessed a great divine ability that was difficult to defeat in the world. These divine mountains were carved with ancient magical patterns and couldn't be broken. He wanted to use this to cut off Ye Fan's path, and then use the forbidden spell scrolls to shatter him.
Ye Fan didn't force his way through. The other party had set up a killing trap for him. The ancient divine mountains were carved with world-shaking dao marks. If he took the initiative to attack, it would definitely be activated, and he would be in big trouble.
However, he wasn't afraid. He quickly calmed down, because he had temporarily avoided the four heaven and earth collapsing scrolls, and it was difficult to get close to him.
"Everyone, there is no need to worry. This is the ancient battlefield, and the forbidden spell won't spread out!" Pope spoke, comforting those who were fleeing in panic.
At the same time, he moved mountains and filled seas. All of the ancient sacred mountains flew up, and the sound rang out continuously. Thunder shook the nine heavens, and it was incomparably terrifying. He was like a deity, the sun, moon, and stars being born and destroyed in his eyes. He still sat on the stone chair with the cross carved on it, and he didn't get up. Only his hands were moving about!
Pope's blood energy surged, about to drown out the sun in the sky. He had the power to devour mountains and rivers, and his magical force overflowed into the heavens. It was incomparable, and it was as if he was splitting heaven and earth apart. Vatican City was being pushed by his hands, chaotic energy surged violently, and it was incomparably terrifying.
The divine might of the four scrolls was boundless, as if four half-saints from the ancient era were taking action. They wanted to send Ye Fan down a path of death. These were forbidden weapons that could kill him.
In the rear, Dragon Sparrow, Zhan Yifan, You Weiyu, and the others were all shaken, feeling incomparably anxious. Meanwhile, those followers were also trembling. Ye Fan was trapped in this killing trap. Was he going to die?
"Heavenly might!"
"The most powerful expert under the starry skies!"
In the distance, many ancient clans were shouting. They deeply felt the terror of Pope, and a chill ran down their spines. They were all intimidated by his invincible stance, and they cheered for him.
"You want to kill me with these methods? You're still far from it." A calm voice came from the center of the terrifying battle. Ye Fan used the Travel Formula to plant an energy vortex, and he used the Army Formula with all his might to control the four scrolls to rush toward Pope.
"Boom!"
The sky collapsed, and endless black cracks appeared, almost swallowing the central sacred mountain. The four scrolls shrouded down, wanting to destroy the Vatican's divine authority.
Pope's eyes were deep, and he didn't move from his stone chair. He stretched out his right hand and drew a cross in the air. Brilliant light shone, and a divine gate appeared.
The four scrolls rushed in like rotten weeds, and disappeared with a world-destroying aura. The power of the powerful forbidden spell had completely disappeared.
Broken Void, Gate of Divine Transformation!
This was a world-shocking divine ability. Even in the archaic years, not many people could obtain this kind of inheritance. The divine method covered the world!
At the center of the battlefield, Ye Fan's expression was cold. He took action against the four holy knights without the slightest bit of mercy. It could be said to be an unmatched killing technique.
"Weng!"
The void trembled. The four holy knights who survived from the dark ages were terrified. They discovered that the weapons in their hands were no longer under their control. They were all trembling, releasing heaven overflowing power.
In the distance, Pope wanted to intervene, but it was already too late. He couldn't change the result at all.
"Pu", "Pu" …
Bloody light flickered, and four waves of blood surged. The four ancient sect master level existences were all hacked apart by the weapons in their hands. Blood splashed out three zhang, and their bodies were split into two halves, collapsing into pools of blood.
The four half saint grade weapons flew out, turning into inch-long pieces. They were dim and without light, returning to their ordinary state. They all landed in Ye Fan's palm, and then he threw them to his disciples.
Dragon Sparrow, Zhang Qingyang, Zhan Yifan, and the others were shaken. Even their fingers were trembling. This was a half saint weapon they yearned for even in their dreams. Who would have thought that they would be able to possess it one day?
The Vatican City was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Everyone was terrified. Four powerful holy knights died just like that. To the demons of the Middle Earth, this was insignificant!
"Who would have thought that there would be an ancient person like you who survived until today." Ye Fan said softly. His eyes were blazing as he stared at Pope on the sacred mountain. This was a great enemy!
"There's nothing to be surprised about. More than a hundred years ago, I also met an ancient daoist in the Middle Earth. Otherwise, your heaven-shocking ancestral artifacts would have been taken away a long time ago."
Pope's voice was calm and incomparably calm. His eyes were actually filled with terrifying miracles that could destroy the stars and sink the moon. He was like a deity looking down on the world.
At his side, all types of dao marks appeared, interweaving into an expanse of brilliance. It was like the divine clothes of an ancient monarch, shining brilliantly. There were also mottled ancient marks that covered his body, making him look mysterious and terrifying, powerful and dignified.
"Then come down and fight." Ye Fan stood in the void and looked down on the Vatican.
"I'm old, I can't fight anymore." Pope shook his head and looked into the distance. He said in a low voice, "Let the supreme holy knight make his move."
At the end of the earth, an ancient figure appeared. He walked over step by step with a dragon spear in his hand. It was as if he had stepped over from the ancient times and was approaching the present world. He was indescribably terrifying.
"There were a total of five divine race experts left behind. They also wanted to enter the Vatican, but two of them were killed by our greatest holy knight."
As soon as Pope's words came out, everyone was shocked. This was actually an ancient existence that could kill gods!
A holy knight that had never appeared in front of the world before!
"Is he the strongest expert under the starry sky?!" Everyone was trembling. They couldn't help but be shocked.
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