C450 The Battle of Pursuit

After several hours, the cultivator army finally assembled.

When Ming Zhen saw that the army was scattered, he couldn't stand it any longer. He sent all the elders of the Kunlun Sect to organize and contact them.

A plump middle-aged man flew in front of Chen Tianming and the others. This middle-aged man obviously had good eyesight. The small group of people in front of them were obviously not easy to deal with. Immediately, he cupped his hands and greeted, "Greetings, Kunlun Sect's Tu Shengfu." He spoke in a neither servile nor overbearing manner. Obviously, he was also a pampered figure in the Kunlun Sect.

"What's the matter?" He looked at Grandma Yao and Grandma Yinhua. Chen Tianming sighed in his heart when he saw the two of them acting on their own accord. He very consciously became the leader.

Tu Sheng said in a superficial manner: "Master has given the instructions. For everyone's safety, please try your best to stay close to the main group."

"What Master?" Grandma Yinhua's ears were sharp. Hearing this, she immediately interrupted impatiently, "Go back and tell Mingzhen that we are not under his control!"

"This..." Tu Shengfu looked at Grandma Yinhua and saw that she did not buy it even after he took out the Master. It was very obvious that these people were not to be provoked and it was better to avoid provoking them. Immediately, he made a decision in his heart and nodded, "Alright. I will inform the Sect Leader, but... For everyone's safety,i would like to ask the few of you to take care of our fellow disciples! "

" Got it. You can go back now! " Grandma Yinhua did not even bother to look at him again.

Tu Shengfu touched his nose and did not want to stay any longer. After cupping his hands and bowing, he turned around and left.

Very soon, the cultivator army was ready to head towards the Vatisn.

As this was the Kunlun Sect's operation, a series of intelligence reports had already been reported to Ming Zhen. As for everything that happened in Vatisn,ming Zhen had already made up his mind. He also made some detailed arrangements. However, in his heart, the Vatisn was a foreign religion. How could it be compared to China? The history of cultivation realm was not a joke.

Ming Zhen was very confident. If he could successfully take down the Vatisn this time, his prestige would rise like never before.

Ming Zhen stood at the front of the team majestically and waved his hand, "Let's go!"

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... "Damn it, these two ghosts are really haunting us!" Wuliang stood on the tail of the flying sword. He looked like a furious pine lion. The purple flying sword in his hand shone brightly, continuously receiving the attacks from Dikmas and Adeles.

Wuhua carefully controlled the flying sword. Although it had already reached the sky above the ocean, he still didn't dare to let his guard down. After all, as long as it wasn't on the land of Huaxia, it wouldn't be safe anywhere.

"Alright,wuliang, let me do it. These two bastards have been chasing us for a day and night. It's not a problem for us to bring them around in circles!" Wutian stood up. He took the initiative to replace Wuliang. Mo Sheng was seriously injured. He was still in the recovery stage, the only one who could fight was him. That day and night, he also alternated shifts with Wuliang.

One day and night of continuous pursuit on the ocean, even people would feel tired. But these two experts from the Church were actually perfectly fine, not showing any signs of fatigue. It was as if there was an inexplicable force supporting them. After a day and a night, Wuhua and the others felt that it was somewhat unbelievable, but their subordinates still didn't dare to be careless.

Boundless sat down cross-legged and silently recovered. Wutian stood proudly at the spot where Boundless was standing with the flying sword in his hand.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Seven or eight milky white holy lights whistled over.

Wutian glared at him angrily. His wrist flew around and the flying sword in his hand swung into a large circle. Instantly, the sword curtain wrapped around the seven or eight rays of holy light like a large piece of cloth, silently destroying them.

In fact, they did not know that Dikmas and Adeles, who had been chasing them closely, were also extremely anxious. They were not as untired as Wuhua and the others had imagined. Instead, they had used the secret skill of the Church. Pontiff Patrick, who was far away in the Vatisn, was transmitting the Holy Power to them from afar. Otherwise, with their desperate stance, they would have fallen into the ocean a long time ago. They were merely struggling to hold on. This was the Pope's decision. They could only persist until the end. There was no right to go against it.

This time, Pontiff Patrick seemed to have settled his heart on the cultivator that had infiltrated the Vatisn and dared to commit crimes.

Vatisn,conference Hall.

A large crystal ball was clearly displaying the scene in the sky above the ocean. The people of the Church hated these few cultivator that had infiltrated the Vatisn to the bone. No one had ever dared to take a shit or pee on the Holy Church's head like this. They had never thought that there would really be something that they could not open their eyes to. He actually dared to sneak into the Vatisn and kidnap and kill people, and even run away after killing people. This was totally not putting the Vatican in his eyes. It was the same as giving the Vatican a loud and clear slap in front of the world.

On the Pope's throne, Patrick's face was as dark as water. His gaze was deep as he stared at the image on the crystal ball. His two hands and fingers were tightly clasped together. The veins on his delicate skin were bulging out. It was difficult to see that warm smile on his face that was like a spring breeze in the past. Now, he was like an enraged lion. However, he forcefully suppressed his anger. Patrick's actions made all the clergy in the hall hold their breaths. They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

In front of the crystal ball, a man with long hair, a slender figure, and a face as beautiful as a woman stood upright like a pole. He spread his five fingers and touched the crystal ball. A hazy Holy Power circulated around his body, making his slender figure look as blurred as a painting.

This person was the strongest of the four judges of the Vatican, Abrodi. His strength was comparable to the High Priest, and he was hailed as the next candidate to become the Pope. He was also the most trusted confidant of the current Pontiff Patrick.

At this moment, he was using the holy crystal to transmit the Holy Power to Dikmas and Adeles from a distance.

Up until now, Abrodi had been standing in front of the holy crystal for a day. The Holy Power was continuously being transmitted into the Sacred Crystal. The thick Holy Power almost turned into fog on his body. The high ranking clergy in the hall had no doubts about his strength. However, Abrodi being able to last one day in front of the crystal was beyond some people's expectations.

"Is this Abrodi really that strong?" An old man with white hair standing below Patrick secretly glanced at Abrodi, then turned around and looked at an enchanting woman in the corner.

The enchanting woman seemed to have sensed the gaze of this white-haired old man. She turned around, and their eyes separated as soon as they touched. However, the meaning in the white-haired old man's eyes had already been conveyed to this woman.

The enchanting woman chuckled without batting an eyelid, and her gaze once again fell upon the charming man in the hall: "When Abrodi is serious, he is really charming. Hehe, but he looks too much like a woman."

While the enchanting woman was commenting on Abrodi in her heart, Patrick, who had been sitting silently on the throne, finally spoke.

"Mi Xia Yi, you go and replace Abrodi!" Patrick's voice was very low. It sounded like he was talking to a deep well, and his voice was buzzing in the hall. A trace of displeasure flashed across the enchanting woman's face, but she still said, "Yes. Your Majesty!" She swayed her body as she walked into the hall. Anyone who saw her would be worried if her thin waist was broken.

"Alright, Abrodi. His Majesty asked me to replace you, but you have to take care of the female. The earlier you come up, the more time it takes, the more it will hurt my delicate skin. " A white holy light flashed on Michelle's slender fingers. As soon as she touched the holy crystal, a large ball of white light burst forth. It instantly enveloped the entire holy crystal.

Gasps immediately sounded out from within the hall. The white-haired old man revealed a look of relief, and the wrinkles on his face loosened up quite a bit.

Abrodi stepped back and bowed deeply to Patrick.

Patrick looked at his most trusted confidant. His deep eyes finally showed a trace of gentleness. He waved his hand and said, "Go and rest for a while."

"Yes!" Abrodi's face, which was as cold as ice, was like ice that had never changed. Because the Holy Power had been consumed too much, that white face looked even paler.

The hall fell into silence once again.

However, not long after, an orderly voice sounded out from the hall in unison. Patrick, who was sitting on the throne, had a bright look in his eyes. After that, he quietly closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the chair.

Everyone in the hall seemed to have felt the pressure on their bodies lighten, and they couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

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"Swish, swish, swish..." More than a dozen holy lights exploded around Wutian. No matter how powerful Wutian was... It was not because his cultivation base was not high enough. However, when these holy lights exploded, they would turn into hundreds or thousands of tiny light spots. A dozen or so beams of holy light would turn into tens of thousands of tiny dots of light. These small light spots did not seem to have much power, but they could affect the flow of the air around them. This increased the difficulty of Wuhua controlling the flying sword.

Once Wuhua lost control, the flying sword would sway indeterminately, making it very difficult for Wutian to exert all of his strength.

Adeles and Dikmas seemed to realize that if they continued chasing like this, it would not be good for them, so they changed their tactics. They did not want to defeat the enemy, they only wanted to delay these few cultivator. Because just now, the High Priest Chalosse had used the crystal ball to send a long distance sound transmission to inform them that the High Priest was on his way.

As long as Chalosse arrived, these few cultivator would be dead for sure. The three of them would be able to catch these few cultivator in a jar.

Wuhua and the others had no idea that the crisis had quietly approached them, but they were still trying to drag the other party down and circle around in the sky above the ocean.

There was a chase in the sky above the ocean, and on the other side, the army of cultivation realm led by Ming Zhen had already entered the ocean. They only needed to cross the ocean to reach the world of the westerners, and the battle with Vatisn would be decided at this moment!