The huge church was dimly lit and quiet; you could hear a pin drop.
Yan Song, Ghosn Jones, and the others seemed to have vanished into thin air; they had clearly been seen hiding inside just moments before.
"Sect Master, I sense something strange about this place."
Dongfang Sheng looked around warily at the rows of empty seats, covered in dust.
A crisscrossing spider web in the corner of the wall.
On a huge wall directly in front of you is a statue of Jesus being crucified.
The statue is dilapidated, with many parts missing.
"good."
Lan Yu nodded, her wide Hanfu fluttering in the wind.
Since the trauma she experienced on the Netherworld Island, she has actually been able to speak again.
The pronunciation is just a little difficult and hesitant.
Jiang Yinuo and her two fellow disciples were on high alert.
The old weasel, hands behind its back, looked around, searching for any opportunity to become an immortal.
Fatty Situ held a pure gold abacus, ready to act at any moment.
Xiahou Ba also held a knife on guard, his fluffy hair obscuring half of his ferocious face.
Ye Feng activated his Purple-Gold Divine Eyes to observe his surroundings.
Inside the church, there were many folded spaces, like stacks of papers neatly arranged, which looked quite mysterious.
"If I'm not mistaken, Yan Song, Ghosn, and the others have hidden inside the folded space."
"Hmph, you think you can get away with this by hiding?
Ye Feng rose to prominence with great momentum.
He will kill any god or Buddha who stands in his way.
The limited folding space couldn't hold him back at all.
The next moment, he drew his bow and nocked an arrow, and his spiritual energy transformed into an arrow that stretched for tens of miles, piercing through the folded space in front of him.
The mysterious ancient landscape painting above Ye Feng's head unleashed countless rays of divine light, protecting everyone completely.
Then, he strode into the folded space.
After a series of bizarre and fantastical changes in the space in front of me, I heard the sound of chanting scriptures.
Jehovah is my shepherd
I will not lack
He made me lie down on the green grass...
The sound was ethereal and otherworldly, as if it drifted down from heaven.
Soon, an ancient bluestone square came into view.
The numerous ancient buildings stand side by side, as if one has traveled back to the Western Middle Ages.
This is the real Vatican, completely different from the secular Vatican outside.
This place possesses extremely pure spiritual power, which can also be called the power of faith.
On the vast bluestone square, devout believers knelt in prayer, chanting from the Bible.
The faith of these people coalesced into a terrifying force of will.
On the huge steps in front of the bluestone square.
Ten cardinals, each holding a Bible, stood solemnly and dignified.
The power of faith below blessed them, forming halos invisible to the naked eye.
This greatly enhanced their cultivation level.
The old thief Yan Song knelt respectfully on the ground, his murky eyes filled with fervent desire.
After the sacrificial ceremony, he gloriously became a priest.
At that time, with the blessing of pure mental power, one will surely be able to break through the shackles and reach a higher level of cultivation.
"Damn it, when did I become so many believers?"
The old weasel put its hands behind its back, wiggled its big butt, and said indignantly.
Everyone's foreheads were covered in black lines, and they all subconsciously covered their noses and kept their distance from it.
Dongfang Sheng, dressed in a blue scholar's robe, said.
"Judging from this, they are holding a sacrificial ceremony."
Xiahou Ba, carrying a long sword, was savage and domineering, eager to try.
"Sect Master, shall we charge in now?"
"Is there even a question? If you're not happy, just kill me."
Ye Feng's eyes flashed with cold light as he strode forward, dragging the blood-dripping iron hammer in his hand.
A shocking bloodstain was left on the bluestone floor behind him.
Ye Feng has always been decisive and ruthless in his killings.
No matter who they are, they cannot be allowed to bully the Great Xia!
The old weasel was like a chicken on steroids, incredibly excited, and let out a loud howl.
"Hey, you bastards, your master is no good at all. You should join my cult of followers as soon as possible."
"I will grant you eternal life!"
At the scene, angry gazes were directed at the old weasel.
"What kind of beast is this, daring to blaspheme the Lord!"
"Kill it, and use its blood to wash away the sins."
A large group of believers rushed towards the old weasel, and a terrifying power of faith swept over them.
"Mani mani fairy fart!"
The old weasel spewed out a dark green gas from its rear, instantly killing several believers who rushed behind it, their bodies torn to pieces.
"Damn, it stinks."
"That's disgusting."
"Chop it up and feed it to the dogs."
The believers were disgusted.
"Hehe, this is just a warm-up."
The old weasel chuckled wickedly and darted back and forth across the scene, just like a rocket.
A series of gases sprayed out from behind his buttocks.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
His white beard was still swaying in the wind, looking incredibly dashing.
Many believers present were furious, and shouts of killing arose everywhere.
"Heretic, I'll send you to hell."
"How dare you blaspheme the Lord's glory! Die!"
Xiao Long also led his dozen or so team members to charge over and fight alongside Ye Feng and the others.
Ding ding—
Suddenly, the ancient and melodious sound of bells rang out.
The sound waves rolled and transformed into countless hymns of the Bible.
At this moment, the Lord's glory spread across the earth, bringing hope to people, and the divine halo blessed every believer.
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