The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 332 The Things Are Old
The loud thunderous sound filled the entire venue.

The terrifying force spread throughout the entire room, overwhelming everyone and causing them to subconsciously take a few steps back.

"What kind of power is this?"

After experiencing the weakening of spiritual energy, some people thought that the changes in heaven and earth were too drastic and everyone had lost their power.

Now that they discovered that someone in this era is in control of such terrifying power, they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"In this era, how could there be someone who possesses such a powerful force?"

This kind of pure power that comes from the physical body is indeed less brilliant than the majestic power of Taoism.

But this kind of power that comes from within gives people a more real feeling and a sense of strength.

Just a roar like thunder was enough to make everyone's internal organs tremble.

Some people even burst into tears.

"Wow, what's going on? I clearly didn't think of anything sad, why do I suddenly feel so wronged and want to cry?"

Some young people who came to the meeting and had some tricks up their sleeves were sobbing and looking at the people present.

This feeling of sadness is too intense.

Even though they had been prepared, they couldn't help but feel tired at this moment.

Just at this time.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd spoke up:
"This is the Red Dragon Chant, an extremely advanced vibration method among the Blood Knights. It can stir people's emotions and even destroy their internal organs."

"It's a good thing that we are in the manor. If there weren't so many important people on the scene, I'm afraid we might be dead!"

When he said the last part, even this knowledgeable old wizard couldn't help but look scared.

For the big guys who have a full set of knowledge, a long heritage, and have worked hard to make their way up, they naturally become more awesome as they get older.

But in this.

Some people don't inherit much and squander their money recklessly when they are young.

To the extent that, after a certain number of years, one's own condition will decline, or even become weaker and weaker.

At this moment, there are many such mages present.

In addition, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is changing too fast nowadays, and many people only master one or two small tricks after transformation.

Really talk about it.

These people also have self-awareness and know that they are just here to have the cake divided, not to eat it.

Originally in the hall, there were many people chatting loudly, some of them were discussing the future of their own lineage.

More people were discussing how many bigwigs this kind of gathering would bring.

It seems that the sound is not loud.

However, the buzzing sound made the entire venue seem like it was in a kind of barrier.

however.

This throat-singing sound immediately muted all the sounds in the place, and everyone fell silent.

They were afraid that this big guy would suddenly go crazy and beat them all to death with two punches.

After all, look at this guy's appearance.

He seems a bit like the young and foolish man he used to be.

Just as everyone was looking at each other, a light laugh suddenly came from the distant box:
"Dear friends, I didn't expect that your red dragon bloodline has already been born. It seems that the nobles have prepared a lot of things this time..."

A voice with a hint of soft power came from the box.

Then, a middle-aged man wearing a priest's robe but with an extremely handsome face walked out of the box.

This man always has a smile on his face.

Faintly, there is a kind of friendly feeling about him that makes people want to get close to him.

And the moment he appeared.

I only heard that some knowledgeable people at the scene couldn't help but exclaimed:

"The Cardinal of the Holy See, I didn't expect this one to be here too. He's the one who holds the Holy Lance!"

As someone revealed this person's background, everyone subconsciously looked at the waiter behind the cardinal of the Vatican.

Take a closer look.

All I saw was that the person following behind him was holding a small brocade box in both hands.

If no one had revealed his origins, people wouldn't have been so surprised.

However, everyone says that he is the one who wields the Holy Spear, so there is no need to guess what is in the brocade box behind him!

“…Holy Spear!”

According to legend, a weapon that pierced the sacred body.

The expressions of everyone present changed slightly when they looked at the cardinal. Even some masters who were not in the same camp had their pupils shrink.

"Such an amazing suppression, such a terrifying aura!"

In such an era without spiritual energy, the things in the brocade box could actually suppress them.

This is simply terrifying!
But after being suppressed, some people couldn't help but reveal a hint of envy in their eyes.

"To be able to display such a powerful existence in the Age of No Spirits, I'm afraid this holy spear is enough to suppress a force!"

"If I could obtain this holy spear, even if I just keep it at home, I'm afraid it would be able to suppress the family's peace for a hundred years!"

Times are changing too fast, and most of the magical instruments have to be put aside.

Under the great waves.

Only a few special magical instruments and treasures can be useful at times like this.

To put it bluntly.

Among those present, many people's weapons have changed from magical instruments to today's firearms.

no way.

A gun is better than a knife.

If the magic weapon is no longer useful, then use the gun to save your life.

Just after the two of them showed up.

All I saw was Blake walking out of the room lightly, and his speed was extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, he walked to the other two.

In fact, when he looked at the man next to him, who was glowing with a strange silver light, he couldn't help but reveal a bit of surprise on his face:

"Pendragon? Is this bloodline still circulating in the world? Great Mithril Knight, no wonder the young people are so rampant."

When he said this, a hint of coldness appeared in Earl Black's eyes:

"I remember that the last member of the Pendragon family I saw was Prado. Was he your grandfather or your great-grandfather?"

Seeing Earl Black treating him like an elder, Pendragon's face darkened immediately:
"Old Blake, don't just rely on your age to get involved. After all these years, I don't know how much ability you still have!"

When he spoke the last words, the mithril lines on his body kept flowing, and faintly, a terrifying aura burst out from him.

It's not just him.

Just after Pendragon performed this, a young knight walked out from behind him and stood with him.

boom! !

The brilliance emitted by the two Mithril Knights suppressed the auras of both Blake and the cardinal for a moment.

The changes happened too fast suddenly.

The little wizards who had just adapted to these big guys and still possessed terrifying power in the new era were dazzled by the new changes.

Under the confrontation of various auras.

They finally understood what it meant when a fire breaks out in the city, everyone in the pond will be affected.

This pure confrontation between the mysterious power on the flesh was so overwhelming that they even felt like vomiting blood.

Although Ah Hao and the others were in the corner, facing this constant confrontation, their faces flushed red.

"Ah Hao, didn't you say that after this change, everyone's strength will be greatly reduced?"

"How come these people are still so strong? I can't stand it anymore!!"

As he endured the boiling breath in his chest, Aqiang's face looked very ugly.

I saw Aqiang’s performance.

Ah Hao glanced at Ren Zhuzhu who was also in pain, and then he pressed a few acupuncture points on himself:

"Hey Hey!"

Then he did the same thing to the other two people.

For a while.

The three people's faces looked much better.

The qi and blood have calmed down.

However, these struggles in the central government also made them realize the horror of these powerful people in today's era.

People in Kyushu like to be restrained.

Most of the big guys seem very kind. Even the Taoist masters usually wear coarse cloth shoes and walk with a grunt.

So much so.

Although Ahao, Aqiang and others followed their mother to learn for a period of time, they had never witnessed the scene of fighting among the masters of the cultivation world.

At this moment, after experiencing the changes in the world, I saw masters confronting each other for the first time.

They just found out about this.

It turns out that when one practices to a certain level, one’s strength will be so strong.

It turns out that even if the spiritual energy has dissipated, there are still people who can dominate and transcend the mundane world in such an era.

Just at this time.

I only saw an old man coming out of the box. He smiled as soon as he came out, interrupting the momentum of the two evenly matched opponents:

"Don't be impatient, everyone. We all have some history. A new era has arrived. How can we just fight to the death?"

Look towards the old man.

All I saw was that the old man had white hair and beard, and he looked to be in his seventies or eighties, or maybe even older.

But the weird thing is.

He walked very steadily, and it was even possible to feel as if there was some terrifying power existing in his body.

As he walked out.

The four people who were just confronting each other now looked at the old man:

"Great wizard, Harlocks!"

As Pendragon called out the wizard's name, Harrocks continued with a smile:
"Oh my, these are names from many years ago. I didn't expect someone would still recognize me. What an honor, what an honor."

When he said this, Harrocks casually took out a few pieces of candy from his pocket.

It looks peaceful and tranquil.

However, when Harrocks acknowledged his existence, even the cardinal of the Holy See couldn't help but change his expression slightly:
"Are you Harrox? The great wizard who is proficient in curses and blood transmutation? It's not a legend. Have you died in the war?"

"Besides, this is America. Haven't you always been active in Europe?"

At this moment, the cardinal's expression was no longer as indifferent as just now.

The great wizard, Harrocks.

He was once considered the leader of many wizards in Europe and a true master.

Once upon a time, he had the wizard's castle to himself.

In order to practice, he conducted various transformation experiments, and even used people from the Vatican to experiment with many witchcrafts.

The Holy See once sent the Chief Inquisitor to lead the Knights of Punishment to carry out the siege.

But the news is bad.

Because among the many punishment knights sent out that time, including the Chief Judge, none of them came back alive.

It is precisely because of this.

It can be said that the Holy See is completely hostile to Harrocks.

Plus there have been wars everywhere in recent years.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is changing too quickly. To the West, this means the disappearance of the elements of heaven and earth.

Harrocks hasn't appeared in these years, and these people in the Vatican thought that this old monster was dead.

I didn't expect this old monster is still alive.

Not only is he alive, but there is also an extremely terrifying blood power in his body.

I heard the Cardinal say this.

The smile on Harrocks's face never stopped:

"You, the Church, can build up strength in this new land, so why can't an old man like me come across the ocean?"

"Besides, this place is much better than those in Europe that have long been populated. It is truly fertile land!"

When he said this, Hallox took a deep breath and looked at everyone present.

Vaguely.

There was actually an expression on his face, as if the farmer was looking at leeks.

And at this time.

I only saw a skinny monk wearing a yellow robe walking leisurely into another box.

"Everyone, since we have come here by chance, we should value harmony in everything."

"We are not gathering here to fight. Now that several friends are gathered here, we should have a good chat."

Just as he walked up to a few people, a strange power suddenly burst out from his body.

“Uh… Ang!!”

He looks extremely skinny.

However, the strange power contained in that small body also made the faces of the other people change slightly.

Another master of the same level!
Looking at the many masters present, Pendragon turned his gaze towards the private room that Blake had just walked out of.

Because among the people present, there were only seven people who were truly qualified to sit in the private room.

Now six have come out.

That leaves only one person left!

In full view of everyone, Song Feng walked out with a smile on his face. Even though everyone was looking at him, he remained calm and low-key.

Walking in the center of the confrontation between several people, Song Feng seemed not to feel anything at all.

His aura was extremely restrained.

Even when he walked up to the crowd, these people did not feel that there was any force against them.

In an instant, everyone's expression changed.

"……How can this be?"

At this time, the cardinal subconsciously grasped the crudely made wooden spear.

Bright light was blooming on the two Mithril Knights.

There is also a hidden sound of dragon and elephant in Gutai's body.

Even Harrocks looked at Song Feng with a look of astonishment:
"...Such a terrifying power!!"

Is this really a power that can exist in this era?
Where did this antique come from?
(End of this chapter)