Mysterious God-level Scan

Those mountains are engraved with ancient law patterns, which cannot be broken. They want to cut Ye Cang to escape and smash him with the Forbidden Curse Scroll.

However, the Pope was destined to be disappointed.

Ye Zicang didn't mean to run away at all.

For an instant.

The fingertips are boundless, the chaos is turbulent, and the terror is boundless.

In the rear, thousands of cultivators such as Huang Tiannv, Zhan Yifan, and Daoist Xiri were all shocked and extremely anxious.

Ye Zicang is trapped in the killing game, is he about to die?

"Tianwei!"

"The strongest under the stars!"

In the distance, many ancient clan powerhouses roared, feeling the Pope's terror deeply, shivering from the back, all frightened by his invincible posture, cheering for him.

"It's almost like you've been cultivating for [-] years and trying to kill me."

Calm words came out of Ye Zicang's mouth.

"Boom"

The sky collapsed, and endless black cracks appeared.

That was the vision elicited by the light from Ye Cang's fingertips.

Four paintings, four forbidden spells, all of a sudden burst into the light.

The aura of destroying the world disappeared, and the powerful Forbidden Magic power was completely gone.

Shen Xi swallows the world!

From the perspective of outsiders, the absolute death situation was broken so easily.

"impossible!"

The void trembled, and the four Paladins who had survived the Dark Ages were terrified.

In an instant.

"Pfft", "Pfft"

The blood light flashed, and four waves of blood rushed up. The four ancient sect masters had blood splattered three feet, and their bodies were divided into two halves and fell in a pool of blood.

The needles fell in the holy city, there was no sound, people were afraid, and the four powerful Paladins died like this.

It seems that all this is insignificant to the "magic" of Middle-earth!

"Master is mighty!"

Zhan Yifan and the others looked at Ye Zicang in the distance and shouted wildly.

Ye Zicang's eyes were golden like a god.

The blood is surging, almost drowning the sun in the sky, and it has the potential to swallow mountains and rivers, and the mana is unparalleled.

Standing quietly in the sky, it gave him the sense that he was opening up the world.

Powerful and extraordinary!

"Senior is invincible! Sweeping the surface."

"Hoohoo! Senior is mighty."

Behind, some young monks also shouted.

Even the middle-aged monks shouted with enthusiasm.

Too powerful, a person is so indifferent from beginning to end, not shocked by wind and rain.

"Break the Vatican and kill the temple!"

Thousands of monks shouted.

The unison shook the sky and the earth, gathered like a long dragon, and it has not disappeared for a long time.

It made the strong man of the Vatican tremble.

Just then.

"who are you."

The Pope showed a strange look and looked at Ye Zi Cang in surprise, only he knew the horror of Ye Zi Cang.

"Five thousand years old."

Facing the Pope's words, Ye Zicang stepped forward, wanting to enter the Vatican.

"You are strong, yes, but you are not the strongest. The strongest under the stars is deep in my Vatican."

As soon as the Pope said these words, all parties were shaken, and everyone was in an uproar. This turned out to be an ancient existence that killed a god!

"Haha."

Ye Zicang heard the words and laughed.