"The ninth Pope St. Nicholas, the fifth Pope St. Belluk, the fourth Pope St. Stewart, the second Pope St. Chelsea!"

A total of four figures rushed out of the bronze hall, all wearing purple gold holy emperor robe, with an unreasonable aura and was soon recognized as four ancient emperors in the Holy Church.

Suddenly, another burst of exclamation sounded on the ground.

Everyone has a headache for questions:

Where did the bronze hall come from? What secrets are hidden inside?

Are all the ancient emperors alive and living in the bronze hall?

Is it really heaven inside?

...

However, some people also saw that these ancient emperors were not alive, but just tools of war, no different from walking zombies.

"Go to heaven and gain eternal life. Is this the so-called eternal life?" Someone muttered in his heart.

"No man is not a man, no ghost is not a ghost. What is the point of such eternal life even if you live for a long time? It's not yourself at all! It would rather not be."

"Are these puppet-like ancient emperors the ultimate secret hidden in the bronze hall? Are there any bigger secrets in the bronze hall?"

...

Just as everyone's surprise eyes were filled with surprise, the four ancient emperors attacked Ye Tian.

The ninth ancient emperor Nikola was majestic and imposing. Two pairs of bright wings spread out behind him, and he was carrying the blood of an archangel. His eyes were as empty as an abyss, without any emotional fluctuations, as if a demon lord came across the heavens.

He opened his mouth and spitted out a bead, the size of a dove egg, blooming with gorgeous light, like a small sun, so bright that it is impossible to look directly at.

"It is the Holy Light Bead in the legend of the Holy Church!"

Suddenly, someone on the ground exclaimed and recognized the orb.

As soon as the Holy Light Bead flew out of the mouth of the Ninth Ancient Emperor, it changed rapidly, blooming like a flower bud, turning into a huge holy light white lotus, clear and crystal clear, the holy light flowed, and the holy light was endless.

Buzzing!

The void trembled, as if the holy white lotus had the weight of a mountain, making the void about to collapse, and the crowd on the ground suffocated and his face turned pale.

Then the Ninth Ancient Emperor slapped a sudden slap, and the Holy Light White Lotus spun rapidly, like a wheel saw, cutting the void and strangling Ye Tian.

Strong and firm!

A series of splendor rays burst out from the petals of the Holy Light White Lotus, like sharp arrows, gathering more and more, covering the sky and aiming at Ye Tian’s direction.

This is a decisive kill. The Ninth Ancient Emperor used the method of being in the bottom of the box.

Countless people looked at each other.

Then the Fifth Ancient Emperor also launched his supreme attack, and his two huge palms swung, drawing a mysterious trajectory. The endless holy light condensed into the palms of his left and right hands, presenting two holy light balls. Then his palms suddenly closed, and the two holy light balls were flattened and turned into two large millstones. The power of light surged like a tide.

It was the biggest killer move of the Fifth Ancient Emperor during his lifetime, the Holy Light Grinder. It is said that it can grind human flesh and blood into powder, and it has unparalleled crushing power. Even a steel chariot can be ground into iron mud.

Rumble!

The Holy Light Grinder ran across the sky like a chariot, and the void shook violently. The two large mills above were rotating, in the opposite direction, crushing Ye Tian.

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Suddenly, a gloomy cold wind whistled, and the essence in the sky seemed to have been drained, and the whole world became dark.

It was because the Fourth Ancient Emperor Stewart made a final kill. He held a pitch-black treasure box in his hand, opened a gap, and rushed out a gray horse, like a long gray river, covering the entire sky, and swallowing Ye Tian with the crying sound of thousands of ghosts.

"The Treasure Box of Evil Thoughts!"

An exclaim came from the crowd below again.

Everyone was shocked and nervously watched.

Just now, the Supreme Pope Constantine of the Holy Church used similar magic to condense into a realm with lifelong evil thoughts. At this moment, the Fourth Ancient Emperor Stewart was using similar magic, but it was even more terrifying.

I saw that in the long river of gray, brilliant lights rushed up and condensed together to form a huge light knife, which was more than ten feet long, and slashed at Ye Tian.

"The Fourth Ancient Emperor actually condensed evil thoughts into true spirits. It's amazing. The true spirit can attack the enemy independently and has strong combat power, but the evil thoughts are just an illusion, with a qualitative gap."

"What's even more incredible is that the Fourth Ancient Emperor actually refined the true spirit into the true spirit war knife. This kind of war knife is extremely terrifying. It can not only destroy the body, but also kill the soul."

...

In the incredible eyes of everyone, the second ancient emperor Chelsea also took action, holding a row of crystal-clear ribs in his hand, with a total of twelve strings. He suddenly moved, and bursts of sounds came from the sky, which were deafening and resounding throughout the world. The naked eye could see sound waves filling the sky like surging waves, slapped Ye Tian away.

"Is this..." Everyone stared at each other.

"The twelve ribs of the angel, the twelve scales of the angel."

Everyone was shocked, this was the real angel rib!

Legend has it that angels are like humans, with twelve pairs of ribs, symmetrical on the left and right. Each rib has a strange magic sound effect, and the twelve ribs have a total of twelve scales.

The four ancient emperors took action together and all of them fought a life-long killing attack. It was extremely scary, but Ye Tian remained calm and was not afraid at all.

He looked at the bronze hall, and the gate was closing, and Francis was in a rhythm that he couldn't hide.

"We must rush in before the gate is closed." Ye Tian murmured in his heart.

There are countless heavy guard formations outside the bronze hall, which are as solid as gold and have destructive light cannons. If the gate is closed, it will be difficult to attack in, and it will take a lot of effort.

Click!

Ye Tian clenched his fists suddenly and raised his spirit to meet the enemy.

"Hahaha, I can't hold on so quickly? I advise you to admit defeat and don't make unnecessary struggles. If you surrender to Ye Tianren, your future will be bright, otherwise you will have only one way to die."

In the hall, a sneering sounded in the holy light surrounded by clouds and mist, weak and weak.

It was Miyamoto Taro.

He was trapped in a large formation, with eighteen copper pillars inserted around him, all made of dragon-patterned red copper, densely carved with many patterns.

A majestic aura surged out from the eighteen copper pillars and gathered around Taro Miyamoto's body, like boiling copper juice, rolling up and down.

Eighteen saints lined up next to the eighteen copper pillars, chanting long spells, blessing them into the formation.

Taro Miyamoto's body seemed to be lingchi, making waves of sounds of flesh and blood mud, which was extremely terrifying.

This is a blood sacrifice formation, which is to extract all the essence and magic power of Miyamoto Taro, rather than to save him.
Chapter completed!