Looking at the boiling desert capital in front of him, the fifth prince was slightly stunned and laughed the next moment.

He looked at the Fang Xing Sword in the sky and said coldly in his heart: "Fang Xing Sword, even though your swordsmanship is earth-shaking, you are already enemies of the entire empire. Do you dare to be enemies of the entire sand country now?

Even if you can defeat my father, on the territory of the Kingdom of Sha, with the Pope of the Holy Fire and the Fortified Formation that has been passed down for hundreds of years, you will never be able to kill me.’

The overall strength of the Sha Kingdom was slightly inferior to that of the empire, but the Holy Fire Cult plundered the entire desert and enslaved hundreds of millions of people for countless years, but its accumulation was far greater than that of the Crick royal family.

At this moment, the fifth prince relaxed and was extremely grateful for his life.

'Fortunately I was prepared for a long time and contacted the Pope of the Holy Fire, otherwise I would be dead this time.'

‘And even if he wants to continue, the Holy Fire Pope and the magic circle of the Desert Capital will never be able to kill me anymore.’

At the same time, the Pope of the Holy Fire took a step, and white flames rose all over the sky, especially the magic circles of the entire desert capital were completely activated under the urging of the Pope of the Holy Fire. Endless flames spread out from the light shield. These flames condensed in the sky, and a city composed of flames appeared.

The light shield that protects the capital seems to have become a mirror. Below the mirror is the pearl of the desert and the capital of the Kingdom of Sand.

A city of flames hangs upside down above the mirror, which is not the slightest difference from the entire desert capital. It is like a copy illuminated in the mirror. The difference is that the city of the hanging in the upside down is composed of flames.

This is precisely the Holy Fire Pope who used the power of the entire magic circle to activate his great light realm of the Kingdom of God.

The infinite flames flew back and forth, which merged with forty-nine kinds of holy fires and condensed the nine divine fires that the Holy Fire Pope retained in the altar. It can be said to be a unity of sacredness and is known to have the ability to create the world and create the world.

At this moment, the Great Light Realm showed itself in the material world with the help of the power of the entire capital, hanging upside down in the sky like a palace in the sky. The continuous surging firepower and energy in it was simply a scary number, and it is estimated that it can provide the power consumption of the Demon City for hundreds of years.

As the Great Light Realm emerged, the crowd in the capital also became turbulent, and countless people showed admiration on their faces. They knelt on the ground, lay down on their bodies, and contributed all their faith to the Pope of the Holy Fire Cult.

It is somewhat similar to the magic circle in the Moon Wheel Temple. The reason why the Holy Fire Sect wanted to engage in religion was to unify the thoughts of the desert clans and facilitate rule. On the other hand, it was because the founder, Xuehai Tianjun, had a set of information flows that collected humans' overflows, and collected all the fragments of worship and belief in thoughts as a way to use them as energy.

With the emergence of the Great Light Realm, countless people crawled on the ground, and the flame city of the entire Great Light Realm became more intense, just like a fire pouring a pot of oil.

Feeling the full sense of power, the confidence in the eyes of the Pope of Holy Fire became even stronger.

The last time the Holy Fire Pope fought with Fang Xingjian was just based on his own strength.

This time, the Holy Fire Pope was backed by the capital of the Kingdom of Sands, and the Holy Fire Sect’s headquarters. The magic circle that stood here for hundreds of years condensed the efforts of several generations of leaders of the Holy Fire Sect, and plundered countless treasures in the entire desert to achieve success.

At this moment, the combat power of the Holy Fire Pope is at least three times stronger than the first time she encountered the Fang Xingjian.

So now he is full of confidence.

‘At this moment, Fang Xingjian cannot defeat me in my teaching center.’ His eyes narrowed slightly, and his thoughts kept turning: ‘Then… should I just take this opportunity to kill him?’

In just three years, Fang Xingjian's strength has been improved to this point. In the eyes of the Pope of the Holy Fire, there is definitely a secret.

If you can get this secret, just thinking about it, the Pope of the Holy Fire was slightly excited.

Fang Xingjian took the initiative to chase the base camp of the Holy Fire Sect, which was a god-given opportunity in the eyes of the Holy Fire Pope.

So after he took a step, he said directly: "Fang Xingjian, kneel down and surrender, be my slave to the Holy Fire Sect for a hundred years, I can spare you all your death."

As he spoke, the Great Light Realm pressed down, and a fierce heat wave came to his face, as if it was about to burn the entire city. Countless Mars turned into giant dragons and churned back and forth, and in a blink of an eye it wrapped all the dozens of kilometers in a radius.

The Great Light Realm hanging upside down in the sky and the Capital Magic Formation standing below squeezed down one by one, like an invisible big mouth, pinching the Zhuxian Sword Formation into it and constantly squeezing, rubbing, and making shocking sounds in the void, just like a hundred thousand-ton aircraft carrier being dropped on the ground again and again.

The Pope of the Holy Fire at this moment is not only powerful and unfathomable, but also the immortal flame of the Dharma body passed down by the Holy Fire Sect. With the help of the thousand-year faith of the Holy Fire Sect, it can be reborn continuously.

Now above the capital of this desert capital, the Pope of the Holy Fire Sect is simply immortal, so he is even more fearless.

The immense power he showed at this moment was far beyond the previous appearance of the Qingshan Zhenjun presided over the Liangyi Micro-Dust Array.

Fang Xingjian's eyes swept through the Pope, the Fifth Prince and the entire city.

Within a radius of 100,000 meters, there was hostility towards him everywhere. The entire city and the people of the entire city wanted to kill him.

The fifth prince had gloating in his eyes, and the Pope of the Holy Fire Cult was full of confidence and overall situation.

After glanced at everyone present, Fang Xingjian gently stretched out a finger, and a sword light lit up at his fingertips like the rising sun.

The next moment, billions of sword lights had swept towards the Pope of the Holy Fire.

Facing billions of sword lights, the Holy Fire Pope's magic body was beaten to retreat, vibrate, and flew everywhere, like a blown flame, constantly being cut and weakened by the sword light.

But no matter how he is attacked, he will grow stronger and rise again at the moment when the flame is about to be extinguished, and return to his original appearance.

"It's useless, Fang Xing Sword!" The Holy Fire Pope laughed and said, "My Immortal Flame is the true immortal body. You can't kill me!"

As he spoke, the great light realm in the sky suddenly burst down, and the entire city of flames was pressing down, just like a mountain of Tai was pressing down. The fierce power made the whole city change in color.
Chapter completed!