It's just that Mo Gong still needs to imitate the power of the Cataclysmic Prison Warden, making his resistance a little weaker, so that Chanzu can have the illusion that he can win.

But as Mo Gong's imitation became more proficient, his defense became more powerful. Just the shock after the defense caused blood to ooze from Chan Zu's body.

Although Cicada Ancestor became braver as he fought, it was of no avail. His huge claws were covered with saw teeth made of holy power. These saw teeth rotated like chainsaws, allowing him to exert great power in close combat.

Strength.

But these claws never touched Mo Gong's body. When they were about to hit Mo Gong, they would be bounced away by a huge force. The released force spread around the area, causing the earth to continue to sink.

After being a sandbag for a while, Mo Gong got a little tired of it.

If it were another catastrophe, facing an opponent like Chanzu, although he wouldn't be invincible, it would still be somewhat difficult.

But these absolutely did not exist in front of Mo Gong. Mo Gong finally took out his hand from his sleeves, turned his wrist slightly, and the power as black as ink condensed in his hand.

Cicada Ancestor looked like a madman, and the hatred of being deprived of most of his power was something that no strong man could ever forget.

Just before he was about to rush towards Mo Gong, Chanzu turned around, pointed his tail at Mo Gong, and opened his ferocious mouth.

This is a new ability developed by Chan Zu in order to deal with the power of the shelter. As long as this attack hits, even if the man in black robe is a disaster, he cannot ignore this power.

But Mo Gong still had no intention of dodge, and just stretched out his hand in the direction of Da Zui.

"Magic killing method...powerful gun!"

Black power, like a black energy spear, suddenly spurted out from Mo Gong's hand.

The big mouth behind the Cicada Ancestor's tail swallowed this power, but before it had time to resolve it, it was directly penetrated by this power.

The spear hit the wall arranged by the old priest. After a stalemate for a few seconds, it hit cracks and flew far away.

After flying to a certain height, it fell in a parabola and flew straight into the St. Sophia Cathedral.

After the spear landed, it turned into a huge black cross a hundred meters high, submerging everything in the church.

The entrance to the Glory Church that was originally here was also completely destroyed.

The old priest who was watching the battle took a step forward and wanted to argue with Mo Gong, but in the end he took back his steps and sighed helplessly.

Jin Kela, who was watching the battle in the shelter, pouted and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you."

"I said no, but you didn't listen, so you can't blame me."

"This guy Mo Gong has always been unhappy with the Glory Church, and he likes big scenes when fighting."

"You might be tricked by him."

Wen Wen turned his head and looked in the direction of St. Sophia Cathedral, then turned his head back numbly, with an ugly expression on his face. Now the gap between him and Glory Church was even greater.

But this time it really has nothing to do with him...

If someone from Glory Church comes to ask, Wen Wen will never admit his relationship with the shelter...

Looking at the tragic situation of St. Sophia Cathedral, Mo Gong smiled happily and punched him more than a dozen times.

Each punch contained a long spear, which flew far away in different directions. Some even turned around halfway.

These black energy flows flew out like cruise missiles.

The old priest tried his best to block a few of them, but soon gave up this move.

These attacks all landed accurately in the Holy City and some of the iconic buildings of the Glory Church, hitting wherever the aura of the Creator was strong.

And before the attack falls, there will be a mysterious power that bounces all the people inside without hurting anyone.

It's hard to say that Mo Gong's actions were not intentional.

In a certain cathedral, a majestic aura came, turning a black cross into white gold. The pope, wearing a gorgeous red and gold robe, flew out menacingly.

"No matter who you are, from now on, you are the enemy of Glory Church, and we will..."

Swish, brush, brush!

Several more black spears fell down and hit the Pope one after another, knocking him down hundreds of meters underground.

The pope's crown was torn apart, his robes were broken, and the sacred scepter with strong holy power in his hand was also cracked. As for the pope himself, he did not suffer much damage.

But when he looked at the equipment on his body, his face suddenly twisted and he felt distressed!

Anger filled his nerves, but he did not take a step for a long time. Instead, he returned to the Holy Land through the passage dejectedly.

The attack just now made him realize the terror of the incoming person. Since he didn't kill anyone, he might as well let him go. This can reflect the magnanimity of Glory Church.

Well, actually he was just scared.

Just like Cicada Ancestor was able to absolutely crush Wen Wen and others, although Mo Gong had only recovered to the level of an ordinary catastrophic level, there was an irreversible power gap between him and a normal catastrophic level.

After being beaten a few times, as long as the Pope is in his right mind, he will never dare to cause trouble to Mo Gong again.

After a dozen or so moves, Mo Gong relaxed his shoulders, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Wen Wen proudly, as if asking for credit.

'Look, after my hard work, I finally defeated Cicada Ancestor.'

Wen Wen looked at the messy Holy City and almost vomited blood. Are you sure you really worked hard to defeat Cicada Ancestor and did not take advantage of the opportunity to defeat Cicada Ancestor to harm people in the Holy City?

After a burst of attacks from Mo Gong, Cicada Ancestor fell powerlessly from the sky. There was an inextricable confusion in its eyes. Why is this guy so strong? If he is so strong, why did he lose his strength after absorbing his power last time?

He escaped secretly.

However, even though he was beaten to pieces, Cicada Ancestor still did not die. After all, he was once a spirit world god, and his physical strength was still very strong.

In addition, the target of Mo Gong's dozen attacks was not him, so these attacks only passed through his body but did not kill him.

Strong fear appeared in Chanzu's heart. Recalling his own experience, he couldn't help but feel sad. Since meeting the archangel, he was first nailed to the cross for two thousand years, and then was drained of his strength.

He was reduced to the 'god realm', and now he is riddled with wounds.

The mysterious and mysterious power emanated from Cicada Ancestor, causing Mo Gong to let out a light sigh.

Black power flowed in his hands and turned into a long black knife.

"The magic killing method—God-killing sword!"

But he looked at it from a distance, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, dissipated the long knife in his hand, and directly threw Cicada Ancestor's broken body out.
Chapter completed!