At this time, the grand scene of the Holy Land of the Holy See of Guangming greatly exceeded Zhao Fan's expectation. It turned out that there were quite a few holy lands in the west!
In the Dongfang Hidden Sect, there are about five hundred strong men who have truly entered the Holy Realm. Those who have not yet entered the Holy Realm but have the combat power of the Holy Realm are very few and can be ignored.
On the other hand, here, among the one hundred saint-level warriors, half of them are not saint-level.
This is indeed inferior to the West.
Zhao Fan nodded secretly, hiding it too deeply.
However, the Holy Realm warriors in the Holy Land should have some kind of restrictions that prevent them from showing their faces to the outside world, just like the monks of the Dongfang Hidden Sect. So much so that in the Holy See of Light, only two red archbishops from the Holy Realm are in charge of the overall situation, and even the seat of the Pope is "vacant" to this day.
"Hey, Marshall, didn't you just come yesterday? Why are you here again today?" said an old man with a white beard.
"Elder Lot." Marshall's attitude was completely different from when he faced Burrows outside. He smiled like a licking dog: "Look, what is locked in this judgment cage?"
The old man with the white beard looked intently and said brightly: "It's amazing that I actually captured a vampire prince. Haha, he is indeed the only man to be awarded the Medal of God's Familiar in 150 years."
"Thank you, Elder Lot." Marshall saluted solemnly.
"Go, go." The old man with the white beard turned sideways and got out of the way.
As Zhao Fan was being escorted to the Temple of Light, he also attracted a large number of superpowers and angels to watch.
Marshall seemed to have transformed into a social butterfly, chatting enthusiastically with everyone he met with ease. The five-minute journey took nearly two hours to complete.
Zhao Fan felt depressed in his heart, feeling as if he was being paraded through the streets. Fortunately, he was now a blood prince, otherwise he would have smashed the Divine Cage of Judgment with one palm and massacred everyone in the Holy Land of Light.
There is certainly a lot of holy realm combat power here.
But for Zhao Fan, who has the aura of being the strongest in the Hidden Sect, he is just a ragtag group of people. He can knock down a large group of people with just one knife. If he had his own magical power "Yangshen Nirvana", he would probably be wiped out immediately.
But Zhao Fan had no such plan. The purpose of his trip was firstly for his grandma and secondly for Lily. If he could solve the problem without taking action, he would try not to take action.
After all, the existence of the Holy See of Light may be basically the same as the significance of the Divine Machine Sect in the East, the spokesperson of the Great Way of Heaven and Earth!
The Shenji Sect was destroyed in name only, and it is still hated by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. Even when Lin Qianqian was going through the tribulation, the other party would take the opportunity to jump out and wipe out his presence. Now that the Holy See of Light is destroyed, there will probably be no room for reconciliation. .
It is worth mentioning that there is only a certain possibility that the Holy See of Light is the spokesperson, not absolutely, it is only Zhao Fan's speculation.
His conjecture is not groundless. The world of heaven and earth, the eastern half and the western half, all have their own extraordinary systems with their own characteristics. It is impossible for the great road of heaven and earth to let these halves run their course.
At this moment, a silver needle appeared in Marshall's hand, and he shot it into the Judgment Cage with a flick of his hand. It was inserted behind the bat's wing. He said contemptuously: "Dirty stupid bat, wake up."
Zhao Fan pretended to open his eyes, and with a look of hatred on his face, he weakly said: "Damn red-robed dog, where is this?!"
"The holy land of my Holy See of Light." After Marshall finished speaking, he pointed to the majestic palace nearby, "And in front of you is the Temple of Light."
"Rubbish!"
Zhao Fan spat and closed his eyelids.
"Don't get me wrong. I am humanitarian and allow you to regain your consciousness temporarily just to admire the splendor of the Temple of Light."
Marshall smiled disdainfully and looked at the angel guard next to him in a flattering manner, "Please inform me that I have captured a vampire prince and need to meet with the Pope."
"good."
The angel guard turned around and entered the temple, and soon came out. She said calmly: "Come in."
