The Prince of Taiyin Covering the Sky

Chapter 325
The sacred land where the Vatican is located is very extraordinary. This vast pure land has been nourished by the power of faith for many years. Every inch of the soil is full of divine light, and there seem to be devout believers praying in the crystal light.

Si Xuan and the others did not enter the cathedral representing the most sacred belief, but just strolled in the city.

At this time, everyone in this bustling holy city was silent. People from Dongtu came to them to ask for justice. The Pope had just been beheaded alive. The monks here who live by faith only felt that the sky was falling.

"Let's get started, I have some ideas about how to deal with you now." Si Xuan ignored these Western soil monks, just glanced at the god knight, and said, this person is actually a person of integrity and a true believer.

"At your disposal, please just leave the orthodox inheritance behind." The power is stronger than others, and the divine knight also behaved very submissively, and withdrew after saluting.

"rise!"

Si Xuan took a deep breath, and then let out a soft drink. He released Jiuli Tu, which turned into a size of thousands of miles, like a sky curtain suspended over the entire holy city of Vatican.

Everyone in the holy city was instantly suppressed by Emperor Wei, and all spiritual items were no exception, and all their power was temporarily sealed.

Si Xuan sat cross-legged under the Jiuli Tu, and with the power of the Di Tu, forcibly invaded every corner of the holy city, and quickly took full control of the holy city and this vast and fertile holy land.

"Sure enough, this place is where all the Christian belief power of the entire prehistoric ancient planet gathers. If this scope can be extended to the entire universe, it can be called a small Mount Sumeru!" Feeling the pulse of this holy city, Si Xuan couldn't help nodding. .

"brush!"

Suddenly, his eyes became sharp and cold, and Jiu Litu's vast emperor power turned into a big hand, and instantly smashed on the holy city.

"Western land has lost its way, and we use the power of the beliefs of all beings to do evil, but I am grateful for the virtue of Jesus and the saints. Today, I cut the foundation of your beliefs, and I hope I can do it myself!"

"Boom!"

The words Dao Tian Yin burst out from Si Xuan's mouth, and there was a divine thunder in the shape of a dragon flickering in the sky, like a fairy golden hammer hitting the hearts of every Xitu monk.

The big hand of thousands of miles in the sky reached into the holy city, and came out after a while, and there was a golden light in the hand. Looking carefully, the golden light was a rough long cloth stained with a lot of blood. It hasn't dried up yet, like the embodiment of all the power of faith.

"That's... the saint's shroud!" The old man with a powerful level saw the blood-stained cloth clearly, and knelt down with tears in his face.

"The shroud of the saint Jesus, the place where the power of belief in the entire sect gathers, so he wanted to deal with my religion in this way." The knight held a dragon spear, looked at the shroud that Si Xuan took away, and sighed.

The shroud of the saint, this is the most important magic weapon that Jesus left to the Vatican, not one of them, because the belief in Christ from the entire prehistoric ancient planet will be absorbed into this device, just like a magic pestle in the beard The meaning of Mishan, all faith powers need to be suppressed by this thing.

"From today onwards, all of you practice the same orthodoxy as Hong Huang's. Practice honestly. If you are in the same environment, there will be no such thing as bullying." Si Xuan fell back to the ground and turned into the size of an ordinary person. Said to the knight of God.

"Thank you saint for leaving the inheritance foundation."

The holy knight looked back at the Holy City of the Vatican. The power of faith in the entire city was dissipating. The golden light faded, and the sacredness was no longer there. Even the power of most monks in the city was regressing. Just lost everything.

"You don't need to thank me, I just don't want to kill indiscriminately," Si Xuan shook his head and said, "Take me to see the ancestral artifacts you looted."

"Please come with me." The divine knight's face returned to normal again. He was running out of life, and he didn't care much about other things except his practice.

Si Xuan followed the knights to a secluded and secluded hall, which was built by the Pope in the last thousand years, and it was dedicated to displaying ancient artifacts looted from various ancient religious orders.

Over the years, the civilization and orthodoxy of the western lands have shown a very high degree of aggression, not only invasion and plunder, but also many powerful people with cultivation bases in the name of archaeology. Many fragments of large weapons were obtained within the range of the prehistoric ancient star.

The incomplete Tiandrum of Shiva, the God of Shiva, the broken golden scale of good and evil in ancient Egypt, and even a few broken Buddhist treasures and sculpture fragments of Tibetan and Theravada Buddhism...

Si Xuan passed in front of these ancient utensils, and took a distracted look at each of them. Although most of them were mortal objects, there were actually a few artifacts of saints or even higher levels, but unfortunately they were all incomplete. elapsed.

"This is He's Bi! I've seen this piece of precious jade in the ancient books of the Ying Clan of the ancient Qin Dynasty!" Fenghua was suddenly attracted by the jade inside. After a little thought, she understood the origin of this piece of jade.

"Ding!"

Si Xuan also looked at it for a while, and suddenly with a flick of his fingers, he turned the magic weapon holding the jade into powder, and the Heshibi fell into Fenghua's hands, nodded and said: "Such a large piece of psychic jade is more than enough to cast the king's weapons. , was carved into a mortal weapon, although it is not beneficial to practice, but the commemorative value is not small, return it to the Ying clan."

"Understood, senior." Fenghua carefully put away the jade and said solemnly.

In front, the divine knight didn't say much. The Pope is dead. He, the strongest man under the starry sky, is the speaker of the whole west. He brought Si Xuan to the side of the main hall, where more than a dozen ancient artifacts were placed, and said:
"The fragments of the five-color altar and the ancestral artifacts they seized in the place of Fengchan more than [-] years ago, as well as some that were seized more than a hundred years ago, are all here."

"Ding!"

Si Xuan nodded, smashed all the magical instruments that stored these fragments and ancestor artifacts, and took them into his hands.

Needless to say, the fragments of the five-color altar, Si Xuan put them away, leaving only a few ancestral artifacts in his hands.

Most of these ancestral utensils are ordinary utensils with commemorative value just like He's Bi, but a stone platform that looks like it was carved from dried yellow mud caught Si Xuan's attention.

At first glance, there is nothing special about this stone platform at all, but upon closer inspection, a female god with a human body and a snake tail is carved on it, raising her hand in the shape of mending the sky, as if thousands of avenues are in harmony with it !
"Emperor Nuwa? Is this the altar used by the ancients to sacrifice to Emperor Wa?" Si Xuan was slightly startled, carefully perceiving the Dao Yun on it.

Fenghua took a step forward, and after careful observation for a while, he said: "This is one of the most valuable artifacts that the Western natives looted back then. My Xuanzu suspected that it was an altar for offering sacrifices to Nuwa's Taoist stone. It was born when Mount Tai collapsed, but it was a pity that it was taken away by a few strong men from the west."

Si Xuan stared at this stone for a long time, shook his head with a little regret, and said, "I have heard of Nuwa Dao Stone, but this altar... I can't see through it, there are no gods, and there is no mana fluctuation, if it is not for the The sky pattern of Emperor Wa's body is nothing more than an ancient yellow clay platform."

Tu Shanmei also said: "Everyone in the East knows that the bloodline of Emperor Nuwa has been broken, and now there is no descendant of Emperor Wa in the prehistoric ancient star, and even the temple of Emperor Wa is rare. You can see more about your ancestors. If you can get the ancient scriptures and dharma of Emperor Wa, it will be a great opportunity."

"Well, I'll try again later, maybe I can really analyze some scriptures and spells from it." Si Xuan put the yellow clay platform away, and it was impossible for this thing to return to its original owner.

They searched this hall for a long time, and there were a lot of treasures plundered in the Western Lands. They also found a corner map of becoming an immortal. This thing is the key to enter Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountain, and it is very precious.

More than an hour later, three king-level powerhouses descended on the Vatican. Si Xuan inspected them carefully. They were actually three ancient races who were born in advance and were invited by Jerusalem to be made offerings to them as gods.

"We came here to return the ancestral artifacts of the East, please forgive me, the Supreme Saint!" The three gods were obviously more sensible, and when they saw Si Xuan, they knelt down and offered several ancient artifacts with both hands.

"Well, the fragments of the Fuxi Dragon Tablet and the two Kyushu tripods have basically achieved the purpose of this visit." Si Xuan took these pieces and nodded.

(End of this chapter)