"Who? Who's talking!" John Xu stood up suddenly and looked around in horror.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of John Xu out of thin air, it was Qin Fan.
"Qin, Qin BeiJi!" John Xu's eyes widened in horror, and he turned around and ran away.
Qin Fan reached out and made a move, and John Xu's nearly 200 kilogram body flew directly over and fell to the ground.
"Your Excellency Qin BeiJi, I didn't do it! Reske forced me to do it!" John Xu shivered in fear and knelt down to beg for mercy.
Qin Fan stepped on his shoulder, and the huge pressure made John Xu lie on the ground like a dog.
Qin Fan's voice was surprisingly calm: "Have you already done it before I even said what I'm here for?"
"Then you must know where my mother is, right?"
Knowing that he could never escape, John Xu hurriedly begged for mercy: "I say, I say, but you have to promise not to kill me!"
Qin Fan released his foot from his shoulder: "Tell me where my mother is and I will spare your life!"
John Xu said: "Shenting, your mother is imprisoned in the cathedral of Guangming Shenting!"
"I hope you won't lie to me! Otherwise, you will die miserably!" Qin Fan left a sentence and disappeared.
John Xu collapsed on the ground, his whole body soaked in cold sweat. After a while, he hurriedly got up and shouted: "Come on, come on, get out of here, get out of here right away!"
Although Qin Fan didn't know the address of the Divine Court of Light, he could find it immediately without asking for directions.
It is really because the sacred aura of the Holy Court of Light is so arrogant. Practitioners who are sensitive to the aura of heaven and earth will be suppressed by this sacred aura as long as they are within a hundred kilometers of the Holy Court of Light.
Qin Fan followed the sacred aura and quickly found the headquarters of the Divine Court of Light.
The cathedral, shrouded in the sacred atmosphere, gives people a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, which makes people unable to extricate themselves, as if their souls have been redeemed.
On the top of the European-style building, there is a huge cross, and there is a clock below, which is still turning.
"Practitioners from the East, you are not welcome here."
An old voice came from the cathedral, carrying an intoxicating power. It seems that as long as this sound is heard, people who hear it feel that they are full of sin.
Qin Fan looked at the cathedral coldly, put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "Hand over my mother, or I will destroy this place."
An old man wearing a red cloth robe with white hair and beard walked slowly from the church door.
He crossed his hands on his shoulders, and his face looked like an old monk in meditation, making people feel indescribably kind and gentle.
"Practitioners from the East, we don't know where your mother is. This is a sacred place, not a place you can desecrate."
"If you don't leave, I will punish you on behalf of the gods!"
Qin Fan raised his head and laughed: "Gods? Some low-level members of the Guangming Clan actually became gods in your eyes?"
"Since you don't want to hand over anyone, I'll find one myself."
The red-robed old man shouted coldly: "How presumptuous!"
"Blasphemy, today I will purify you of this heretic!"
The old man in red robe stretched out his hands, and a white holy light shone down from the cross of the church, just like a spotlight on a stage.
He pointed with his hand: "Blasphemy, damn it!"
boom!
A barrel-thick holy light struck Qin Fan.
A golden light flashed across Qin Fan's body, letting the pillar of holy light shine down.
After a while, the Holy Light Pillar disappeared, and Qin Fan stood there safe and sound.
The red-robed old man was slightly startled: "No wonder you dare to run from the east to the Holy Court of Light and act wildly, you really have some ability!"
"If it were somewhere else, I really couldn't do anything to you! But, this is the Court of Light, where the gods live!"
"God's Judgment!"
The old man in red robe suddenly raised his hands high, and an extremely thick holy light shot down from the cross on the top of the church.
This time, the holy light shines directly on Qin Fan.
The powerful holy aura makes people want to worship from the bottom of their hearts, making people feel like surrendering.
This is the unique nature of the Holy Power, and the quality of the Holy Power is far superior to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
"You alone are worthy of judging me!"
Qin Fan snorted coldly, Haoran's righteousness shook slightly, and the pillar of holy light dissipated invisible.
In terms of quality, Haoran Zhengqi is the purest power in the world, and it is much higher than the quality of holy power.
"How is this possible!" The old man in red robe looked shocked. Qin Fan's strength had exceeded his imagination.
"I heard that your God of War Yang Dingtian is only at the divine level. Even he can't resist my divine judgment. Who are you?"
Qin Fan snorted coldly: "My name is Qin Fan, and I also have another name, Qin BeiJi!"
The expression of the old man in red robe changed, and he was full of horror: "It turns out to be you!"
"Come here, Qin BeiJi has come to invade our divine court! Today, we must keep him no matter what!"
Five more old men in red robes rushed out of the church.
Each of the six of them is filled with a powerful sacred aura. According to the level of warriors, the strength of these six people should be in the divine realm.
If you include the home field advantage, their strength can almost reach the level of God Realm.
"Qin BeiJi, I was worried about how to get rid of this trouble like you, but I didn't expect you to come to my door."
"No way, no way, you should not leave China and come here to die!"
"If you kneel down and fall into the arms of the gods, we can spare your life and grant you the position of Cardinal!"
"Otherwise, you will definitely die today!"
Qin Fan didn't talk nonsense and chuckled: "Looking for death!"
Then with one palm shot, the Eighteen Styles of the Great Dao can control the universe!
The powerful force is like Mount Tai, and Zhen Qian Kun is a range attack. All six red archbishops are within the attack range of this palm.
The six people felt the power of Qin Fan's palm, and their faces were solemn.
"Pillar of Holy Light!"
The six people raised their hands at the same time, and six barrel-thick holy lights rushed out of their bodies and collided with Qin Fan's attack.
boom!
There was a violent tremor between the heaven and the earth, and the ground beneath their feet shook violently. The six red-clothed archbishops took a step back and looked at Qin Fan in shock!
Qin Fan stood on the spot, using only 80% of the force in the palm he just struck. However, the strength of these six people is indeed extraordinary.
"Come again!"
"Break a thousand armies!"
Qin Fan stretched out his hand to summon the Chixiao Sword, took a sudden step, and swept the sword across.
The powerful red sword light was like a flood, rushing towards the six red archbishops.
The six people looked serious and shouted at the same time: "Holy Light Cross Slash!"
Their movements were uniform, and six crosses of holy light emitted from their chests, facing Qin Fan's red sword light.
boom!
The holy power and the spiritual power of heaven and earth collided in mid-air, erupting into a terrifying energy storm.
The six red-clothed archbishops were sent flying, and Qin Fan took a few steps back before regaining his balance.
"His power is too strong, only the Holy Light Formation can defeat him!"
"Then use the Holy Light Formation!"
