Chapter 1103: Killing

"The ninth pope, St. Nicholas, the fifth pope, St. Belluc, the fourth pope, St. Stuart, the second pope, St. Chelsea!"

A total of four figures rushed out from the Copper Palace, all wearing purple and gold holy emperor robes. Their auras were incredibly powerful. They were quickly recognized as the four ancient emperors of the Holy Church.

Suddenly, there was another burst of exclamations on the ground.

Everyone has the same question on their mind:

Where did the Bronze Palace come from, and what secrets are hidden in it?

Are all the ancient emperors alive and living in the Bronze Palace?

Does it really look like heaven inside?

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But some people saw that these ancient emperors were not alive, but just tools of war, no different from the walking dead.

"Go to heaven and get eternal life. Is this the so-called eternal life?" Some people muttered in their hearts.

"Humans are not human, ghosts are not ghosts, what's the point of living this kind of eternal life no matter how long it is? It is no longer myself at all! I would rather not have it."

"Are these puppet-like ancient emperors the ultimate secret hidden in the Bronze Palace? Is there a bigger secret in the Bronze Palace?"

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Amid everyone's surprised gazes, the four ancient emperors took action against Ye Tian.

The ninth Ancient Emperor Nicholas was majestic and imposing, with two pairs of bright wings spread out from his back. He was obviously carrying the blood of an archangel. His eyes were as empty as the abyss, without a trace of emotion, like a demon lord spanning the heavens. Come.

He opened his mouth and spat out, and a bead flew out, the size of a dove egg, blooming with brilliant brilliance, like a small sun, so blazing that no one could look directly at it.

"It's the holy light bead in the legend of the Holy Church!"

Suddenly someone on the ground exclaimed, recognizing the orb.

As soon as the Holy Light Bead flew out of the mouth of the Ninth Ancient Emperor, it changed very quickly. It bloomed like a flower bud and turned into a huge White Lotus of Holy Light, crystal clear, flowing with Holy Light, and boundless with Holy Light.

Buzz!

The void trembled, as if the Holy Light White Lotus had the weight of a mountain. The void was about to burst under the pressure, and the crowd on the ground was suffocated, and their faces turned pale.

Then the Ninth Ancient Emperor suddenly slapped his hand, and the Holy Light White Lotus spun at a high speed, like a wheel saw, splitting the void and strangling Ye Tian.

Zhengzhengzheng!

A stream of brilliant light burst out from the petals of the Holy Light White Lotus, like sharp arrows, gathering more and more, covering the sky and the earth, aiming in the direction of Ye Tian.

This was a sure kill, and the Ninth Ancient Emperor resorted to pressing the bottom of the box as soon as he came up.

Countless people looked sideways.

Then the Fifth Ancient Emperor also struck his supreme blow, swinging his two huge palms to draw a mysterious trajectory. Endless holy light condensed into the palms of his left and right hands, forming two holy light balls. Then his palms suddenly closed together, and the two holy light balls were flattened and turned into two large millstones, and the power of light surged like a tide.

It was the Fifth Ancient Emperor's greatest killing move during his lifetime, the Great Millstone of Holy Light, which was said to be able to grind human flesh, flesh and soul into powder. The crushing power was unparalleled, and even a steel chariot could be ground into iron mud.

Boom!

The large millstone of Holy Light traversed the sky like a chariot, and the void shook violently. The two large millstones above were rotating in opposite directions, crushing Ye Tian away.

Hoo ho ho!

Suddenly, a gloomy cold wind howled, and the essence in the sky seemed to be drained, and the whole world became dark.

Surprisingly, it was because the fourth ancient emperor Stewart took action and hit a killer shot. He held a dark treasure box in his hand, opened a gap, and a gray bolt rushed out, covering the entire sky like a long gray river.

Accompanied by the sound of thousands of ghosts crying and howling, it devoured Ye Tian.

"Treasure Box of Evil Thoughts!"

There were exclamations again from the crowd below.

Everyone was shocked and stared nervously.

Just now, Constantine, the Supreme Pope of the Holy Church, used a similar technique to condense a lifetime of evil thoughts into a field. At this moment, the fourth ancient emperor Stewart was performing a similar spell, but it was even more terrifying.

Then he saw, in the long gray river, brilliant lights rushing up and condensing together to form a huge light knife, more than ten feet long, slashing at Ye Tian.

"The fourth ancient emperor actually condensed his evil thoughts into a true spirit. It's amazing. The true spirit can attack the enemy independently and has strong combat power, but the evil thoughts are just an phantom. There is a qualitative difference."

"What's even more incredible is that the fourth ancient emperor actually refined the true spirit into a true spirit sword. This kind of sword is extremely terrifying. It can not only destroy the physical body, but also kill the soul."

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Under the incredulous gazes of everyone, the second ancient emperor Chelsea also took action. He held a row of crystal clear ribs, twelve in total, in his hand. He flicked them violently, sending out bursts of heavenly sounds, deafening and resounding throughout the world. between. With the naked eye, one can see the sound waves filling the sky like raging ocean waves and beating towards Ye Tian.

"Is this...?" Everyone was stunned.

"The twelve ribs of an angel, the twelve notes of an angel."

Everyone was shocked, this was a real angel rib!

Legend has it that angels, like humans, have twelve pairs of ribs, symmetrical from left to right. Each rib has a strange magical sound effect. The twelve ribs have a total of twelve musical scales.

The four ancient emperors took action together, and they all hit the decisive blow of their lives. It was extremely terrifying, but Ye Tian's expression remained unchanged and he was not afraid at all.

He looked at the Copper Palace. The door was closing, and Francis was unable to get out.

"We must rush in before the door closes." Ye Tian muttered in his heart.

There are countless protective formations outside the Bronze Palace, which are impregnable and equipped with destructive light cannons. If the gate is closed, it will be difficult to break in and it will take a lot of effort.

Click!

Ye Tian suddenly clenched his fists and mustered up all his energy to face the enemy.

"Hahaha, you can't hold on anymore so soon? I advise you to admit defeat and stop struggling in vain. Return to Ye Tianren and your future will be bright, otherwise you will only die."

In the main hall, amidst the holy light shrouded in clouds and mist, a mocking voice sounded, feeble and weak.

It was none other than Taro Miyamoto.

He was trapped in a large formation, with eighteen copper pillars inserted around him. They were all made of dragon-patterned red copper and densely carved with many patterns.

Waves of majestic aura surged out from the eighteen copper pillars and gathered around Taro Miyamoto's body, rolling up and down like boiling copper juice.

Eighteen saints lined up beside the eighteen copper pillars, chanting long spells to bless the formation.

Miyamoto Taro's physical body seemed to be being tortured, making waves of sounds of flesh and bone turning into mud, which was extremely terrifying.

This is a blood sacrifice formation. It wants to extract all the essence and earthly immortal magic power from Miyamoto Taro's body, rather than simply saving him.