"Haha, there is an old saying in China, saying that there are injustice and debts and a master. Since it was taken away by the Dark Council, do you ask them what they want, and what I want to do?"

Jiang Tian snorted coldly.

The priest's eyes suddenly became cold, his face was as gloomy as water, and he said in a deep voice: "You are the people of God, so you must be loyal and serve the Holy See."

"Haha, I don't believe in God!"

Jiang Tian was made of laughter, shook his sleeves, and stood up with his hands behind his back, "What if I don't give it?"

The priest was startled, stretched out his right hand, put his five fingers together, and pointed his forehead and left and right shoulders into his middle finger, and said piously: "O God, please forgive this person's sins! Amen!"

At this moment, Hera stared at the cross with a special carved on his chest, and suddenly his face changed, and he pulled Jiang Tian and whispered:

"Master Jiang, this priest should come from the Monastery of Essetra, Spain!"

Hera looked fearful: "This monastery is one of the nine monasteries under the Holy See. It claims to be a messenger and slave of the true god. It is powerful and cannot be offended. Otherwise, you will give them one or two treasures?"

"So what if I don't return it? Do he dare to steal it? I slapped him to death!"

Jiang Tian didn't bother to pay attention and walked out the door with a swagger.

"Thieves, you dare to plunder the treasures of the Holy See! You are committing a crime and blasphemy! Stop and don't leave!"

The priest in black suddenly looked majestic and began to shout loudly.

His huge spiritual power surged out, creating a vast majesty. If ordinary people or believers were afraid, they would definitely be scared.

But this amount of mental power is simply not worth mentioning to Jiang Tian. Jiang Tianli ignored it and did not stop.

"Arrogant and ignorant person dare not listen to the orders of the messenger of the gods and die for me!"

The priest in black looked cold and suddenly took action.

He pulled out a sharp cross lightsaber lightsaber with both hands, which was extremely hot and slashed towards Jiang Tian's back.

"Holy Technique, Cross Lightsaber!"

This is the holy art of the Holy See, and it is very powerful.

The holy light is brilliant and fierce, and the sword is sharp and sharp, comparable to the strength of Zeus and Hera at that time. It can cut through an armored vehicle with one sword.

"Old man, you are so bad, you dare to attack!"

Jiang Tian's face turned cold and he didn't even look back.

His Gengjin True Yuan drummed, like a storm of waves hitting the shore, shattering the cross lightsaber.

The priest had no power to combine. He immediately blew blood and flew backwards more than ten meters away, falling to the ground like a dead dog.

He lay on the ground, covered his chest and howled, looking at Jiang Tian in disbelief, shouting angrily:
Chapter completed!