The strongest comprehension dude

Chapter 504 Pope
"Let go!"

Although Federer, who didn't use his full strength, was somewhat surprised by the palm being grabbed, he didn't think this thin middle-aged man could pose any real threat to him.

He wanted to throw Zhang Daoqing away with all his strength, but things were beyond his expectation again. It was as if his wrist was tightly clamped by a pair of pliers, and the pain suddenly became excruciating, let alone throwing Zhang Daoqing away. Flying, even if you want to use force, it is somewhat difficult.

"boom!"

At this moment, Zhang Daoqing, who was tightly pinching Federer's wrist, made a move. He didn't see him making any other movements. He directly swung his old fist and slammed it hard on the gray-robed man's chest.

Although this action seems simple, the power it contains is simply staggering.

"puff!"

The body of Federer who was hit hard was shaken, and a mouthful of dark red blood rushed out of his mouth, like a blood mist, spraying towards Zhang Daoqing who was directly in front of him.

Who is Zhang Daoqing? Even though he is only in his forties, his talent for cultivating Taoism is superb. With the incomplete combat skills of the Wu clan, it is a breeze to defeat such a mere ascetic monk in the Jindan state.

"puff!"

Just as the blood mist gushed out, Zhang Daoqing lowered his head like lightning, and then grabbed the palm that had not been let go, and swung Federer up like a hammer, and then made a profit on the spot. After a few circles, he slammed heavily towards Saint Marth XIV.

"Shh!"

The group of people in gray robes moved and appeared in front of Saint Marth XIV in an instant.

They all stretched out their hands, and the air in front of them seemed to be filled with a thick golden mist. The mist quickly gathered together and turned into a golden wall, blocking the group of gray-robed men.

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise, golden flowers splashed everywhere, and blood rushed to the sky!
The golden wall jointly displayed by the nine gray-robed men suddenly trembled heavily, and many spider web-like cracks appeared.

The dots of holy radiance floating outside the body of Federer in the gray robe disappeared immediately. He let out a scream and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. After a burst of convulsions, his body slipped from the scar-covered light wall. It landed and fell straight towards the ocean below.

Including Pope St. Mars XIV, all members of the holy royal court were stunned. They never expected that Federer, the dignified Jindan late stage monk and the head of the Ascetic Order, would be surprised by this seemingly ordinary, Moreover, the thin middle-aged man whose cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment level was defeated, and he was still so clean.

"Damn it, damn it! How dare you hurt the head of my Holy Royal Ascetic Order!"

"Unforgivable, we must restore the glory of the Lord!"

"Kill him, kill them!"

Seeing that their regiment leader was defeated so easily, they were angry and frustrated, but at the same time, they were more angry, soaring anger, anger that could not be extinguished no matter what!

So these gray-robed people began to abuse, and even arrogantly declared that they would clean up the two of them.

"Shut up! Daoist, I don't know what kind of shit holy imperial court you are! And that guy named Federer, he was willing to rush up and be beaten by Daoist, but I can't blame Daoist for being cruel! Now you guys You still have the face to blame Daoist, it seems that you are really impatient!"

Although Huaxia emphasizes that those who practice Taoism and worship Buddha should cultivate their body and mind, it does not mean that those who practice Taoism and worship Buddha will lose their temper.

Zhang Daoqing was disturbed by the yelling of these gray-robed men. He tapped his feet lightly in the void and rushed over quickly. There was a moment of stupefaction.

"Crash!"

It was already riddled with holes, like a leaking wall. The light wall poked in front of the gray robed men couldn't bear Zhang Daoqing's attack at all. It looked like he just touched it lightly. It was completely broken.

"Bang bang bang~~~"

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Daoqing shot again and again, one kick at a time, before those gray-robed men wanted to resist, he rewarded them with a kick one by one, and then pressed them one by one in the void, and started to slap his big palms, 'crack Crackling' to pump up.

If it wasn't for him, Saint Marth XIV, who was quick to see the opportunity, and got away from the gray-robed man early, otherwise, he might have suffered this beating.

"What did you guys say just now? You want to kill both of us and bring back glory to the bullshit master in your mouth? What else did you say, kneel down to your Majesty? Daoist, bah, I really thought I had reached the golden core level, Are you someone else? If Master Dao wants to kill you, it will be effortless!"

Zhang Daoqing, who used to be full of gentleness and looks like a fairy, is now like a thug in a kind skin. Holding these gray-robed men, he twitched violently, shook his big ears wildly, and knocked the people in mid-air All of them were beaten with bruised noses and swollen faces, like pigs' heads, screaming again and again.

"Master Dao, I'm a cultivator from the east. If I want to kneel, I'm kneeling to the patriarch of my sect, as well as the holy ancestor of Sanqing! What kind of shit is your majesty? I'll beat him up later, Master Dao. See how many of you A guy who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, dare to talk to me like this!"

Zhang Daoqing stood up from a gray-robed man, and kicked wildly with a pair of black soap boots. The hats on the heads of those gray-robed men had fallen off unconsciously, and all of them were blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners.

It's just that their faces are bruised and swollen at the moment, and they are really no different from pig's heads.

Standing in the void not far away, St. Marth XIV's face was sinking like water. He just watched his good friend in mid-air, being beaten by Zhang Daoqing crazily, without any intention of helping him.

"Amitabha, layman, you have to forgive others and forgive others. Since they have not caused any substantial harm to you and me, in my opinion, it is better to stop here!"

Maybe he couldn't stand it any longer, Master Deadwood put his palms together and said.

"Hmph, for the sake of Master Withered Wood, I will spare your lives this time, and next time, Daoist, I will strip you alive!" Although Zhang Daoqing, a ruthless man, has his own set of standards, But Master Deadwood is an elder after all, he had to listen.

So, he kicked hard with his feet. His strength was so great that he kicked these gray-robed men Nian away on the spot, and made them disappear directly on the sea level.

"Pfft!"

After a long time, nine water sprays several feet high suddenly spewed out in the distance. From the looks of it, those gray-robed men should have fallen into the water.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Daoqing rubbed his palms excitedly, turned his head, looked at Saint Marth XIV with bright eyes, and said, "Old fellow, it's your turn this time! You still want Master Dao?" Kneel down for you?"

St. Mars XIV's nose was crooked. Since he became Pope, no one has dared to talk to him like that.

He snorted coldly, and said: "Hmph, heresy! After a thousand years, the glory of the Lord has been accompanied by the holy light this time. If you are sensible, you should quickly convert to my holy imperial court, otherwise, my Lord If the punishment is lowered, then all of you in the east will be buried with you!"

"Hahaha, anyone can say big things!" Zhang Daoqing laughed loudly, "Don't say that the so-called holy brilliance in your mouth is the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, even the Lord in your mouth doesn't care about your life or death!"

"Heretic, you're courting death!" Saint Max XIV's eyes were full of golden light, he slammed the holy light scepter in his hand, and looked up to the sky solemnly and said: "Almighty Lord, I pray to you devoutly, Please grant me divine power, Seraph Wings!"

"boom!"

A powerful incomparably golden holy light surged out from the body of St. Max XIV, pierced into the sky like lightning, and merged with the sunlight.

Suddenly, an astonishing scene happened. After the bright holy light and the sun converged at one point, they suddenly exploded violently. The holy light that was blown into spots slowly formed under the sky. A huge light and shadow piercing the sky.

And in the light and shadow, a pair of extremely huge and snow-white wings are slowly opening. Under the majestic holy light, the pair of wings look extremely beautiful, powerful and sacred, as if no force can stop its existence. .

"This is the early stage of the cave void!"

Zhang Daoqing's complexion changed, and even if he was killed, he would never have imagined that a guy who was only in the Nascent Soul realm before, suddenly raised his cultivation level to the void realm after praying once, which directly raised a big realm, Tony Ma is horrified!
"Layman, this time it's better to let the old man come and let him retreat in spite of difficulties!"

Just when Zhang Daoqing was hesitating whether to step forward to fight, Master Deadwood said something softly to Zhang Daoqing.

Zhang Daoqing was slightly taken aback, and said in his heart: "Do monks like to fight too?"

As if seeing Zhang Daoqing's doubts, Master Deadwood smiled slightly and said: "Although this benefactor has a lot of wrong words and deeds, he is not guilty of death! Layman's methods are too violent, and I am worried that layman will accidentally commit murder, so , this time I will leave it to the old man!"

"Oh! That's the thing about feelings!" Zhang Daoqing suddenly realized, and said, "Master, be merciful!"

Master Deadwood didn't say a word this time, but directly bypassed Zhang Daoqing, stood still in the void not far from Saint Marth XIV, and said, "Almsgiver, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn around and be right! Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!" "

"What about the sea, about the Buddha. You heretics should have accepted the rule of my lord, die!"

St. Mars XIV is an out-and-out Christian who has been staying in the Vatican in St. Rome since his birth.At this moment, Master Deadwood actually wants to persuade him to give up his belief, which is simply playing the piano to the cow!
(End of this chapter)