Yang Qun has heard too much about legends, and most of the legends and myths can be explained by science.

  Gradually, Yang Qun began to sneer at those gods and Buddhas.

   But now, he has vaguely developed a sense of awe.

  Although he still didn't believe in the sayings of gods and Buddha, he felt the power of ancient creatures.

  A nail, a nail stained with blood, can actually have such a powerful force, then... how powerful is the most sacred person in Western legends?

  Powerful to that extent...almost already being respected as a god! !

  Yang Qun took two steps ahead, and white mist drifted out. They surrounded the wall of faint light, and gradually approached the wooden cross on the roof! !

  "Boom..." The moment he touched the cross, the mist was suddenly dispersed.

  The feedback power is extremely powerful, and the fog is totally unbearable! !

   "No one can touch this cross, not even the sacred army."

  "Here, only one person can touch him."

Xingchen explained that he had been trapped here for half a month, and he already understood the basic situation.

  "The priest? The ordinary priest?" Yang Qun immediately reacted. This cross seems to have a strong reaction to all capable people. If one person can ignore this reaction, then it must be that priest! ! The priest who has an ordinary human body but has a high status.

  But Yang Qun simply doesn't believe in this evil.

  He didn't believe that an object, a so-called holy thing, could discourage him, a Tier 5 ability person.

  He doesn’t believe that even a thousand years after a person’s death, his holy artifacts can still maintain such a powerful force.

  If the legendary person is countless times stronger than Yang Qun, Yang Qun is also convinced. After all, the shadow of the human skin tree, as the supreme existence in the legend, should have such power.

   But if the items he kept after his death have powers that surpass Yang Qun, Yang Qun does not believe it.

  So...Today, I have to pull out the holy nail on the cross anyway.

  For their own beliefs, for the beliefs of mankind.

  The blood-colored flames slowly flowed from Yang Qun's body, and the purple flames mixed in. They followed the wall and surrounded the cross, but as long as they touched the cross a little, they would immediately melt away. The **** water-like demon fire mixed with the demon king's sin fire could not get close.

   Things are definitely not that simple, a faint purple light emerged from his eyes, and the Demon King's mark gradually deepened. Next, Yang Qun must truly use his power.

  Yang Qun stretched out his palm slightly.

  Invisible flame---Karma is burning faintly. The surrounding invisible light seemed to be very afraid of Yang Qun's power. When Yang Qun's palm touched the faint ray, the faint ray made waves of corroded "zizi".

  Karma Fire is the strongest force that combines the blood flame demon fire, the devil’s sin fire, and the **** black flame. It is mixed with the devil’s mark, and it has become Yang Qun’s most powerful means of attack. Yang Qun didn't hesitate, he used this ability directly, he just wanted to try, is this holy nail strong, or his power! ! !

The faint light gradually brightened, and the light of the ancient Tibetan front seemed to have gradually begun to bloom as bright as it should be after being polished. It seemed to feel the arrival of danger, and used all its strength to fight against the fire in Yang Qun's hands. .

Danger! !

When the karma fire was about to touch the wooden cross, the fierce rebels with the bright light were of no use. The light pierced the invisible and colorless karma fire all the time, and finally... disappeared. invisible.

  "Boom!!" The desperate heart power filled the whole body, the power of the karma fire became stronger, and finally...the Devil's Mark on Yang Qun's forehead also exuded a bright purple light! !

   "Crack!!"

  The divine light is broken!

  The light on the cross is shattered! !

  Almost instantly, the cross burned into fly ash, leaving only the rusty nail on it...

  The rust on the nail was burned by the fire in an instant, but the blood stains on it could not be removed. Yang Qun could still feel the amazing power coming from the nails.

  The nail... was pulled out.

   Yang Qun held it in his hand, feeling the power of this holy thing, not simple, really not simple. Although it destroyed its defenses, Yang Qun was unable to destroy its roots, and was unable to damage this nail at all.

"you……"

"you!!!"

  Xingchen could not believe his eyes, the legendary holy thing, Yang Qun actually relied on his own power...

   Pulled out?

  This...this is impossible! ! !

  Has the person in front of you reached the level of myth?

   "Are you..."

  "I am a black crow." Yang Qun gave a brief explanation, interrupting Xingchen's surprise.

  Xingchen is a vampire. Although he is not a pure-bred vampire, he still maintains a paranoid fear of the legend of Jesus. It seems that that is their nemesis, that is the super existence of their fear.

  But... now all the things he was afraid of were broken.

   was broken by a capable person forcibly with his own power.

How can this be! ! !

  Yeshang’s reaction is the same. This nail is called a holy thing, and it is also a fearful existence of the Dark Night Wolf tribe. It has nothing to do with science. It has nothing to do with their beliefs...

  If one day, someone suddenly tells you "I broke the wishful golden hoop", what will happen to you? If this happened in front of you... what a shock it would be!!

   Just then, several footsteps came from the stairs in the basement.

   was discovered! !

  They were discovered! !

   "Someone is coming." Ye Shang's eyes changed, and he turned his head to the side of the stairs.

  "You stinky dog, what is there to be afraid of? The holy thing has been removed, what is there to be afraid of the group of people outside?" Xingchen twisted his neck and tidied his attire.

  Now, the holy artifact that trapped him is no longer there, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

   "Hehe...you can't speak big words, aren't you afraid of that Jing?" Ye Shang glanced at the stars and said disdainfully.

  Jing, the powerful creature inherited from ancient times, a variant of the needle-tailed Swift, is called the guardian of the Holy Beast. Xingchen was naturally afraid, otherwise he wouldn't be trapped here.

  Light from candlelight and oil lamps gradually illuminates the entire basement.

  The priest carried an oil lamp and walked in the forefront, and there was a hint of drunkenness in the Paladin Markok and his men. They followed the priest closely to the center of the basement.

  The scene suddenly became extremely tense. After all, Yang Qun and Ye Shang secretly entered each other's holy ground and "stole" the other's holy objects.

   Just before Yang Qun spoke.

  A shocking thing happened.

  Holy soldiers, kneel down! ! !

  That's right! !

  The Holy Cultists actually bowed down to Yang Qun! !

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