Urban Hidden Dragon

"The terrifying existence of the East!"

The old pope stood in front of the huge crystal ball and looked at it.

As the Pope of the Holy Light Religion.

Naturally, he clearly sensed that surging power of faith heading in one direction.

The old pope's throat was dry and tight.

Standing silently in front of the huge crystal.

The clergy and knights of the Holy Light Religion kept rushing in behind them.

"Your Holiness, this..."

The old pope turned his back to the people behind him. Suddenly his legs weakened and he was about to fall to the ground. The nearest knight immediately came over and supported the old pope.

The old guy's face was pale, his lips were trembling, and his mouth was open as if he was about to run out of breath.

"The Pope is dying! Send him back quickly!"

The group of people hurriedly carried the old pope back to the room and inserted the oxygen tube.

All the people were turned away by the old pope's confidants, leaving only the doctor.

I don’t know how long it took.

The doctor walked out of the room quietly.

Immediately, a great leader in red came forward and asked, "How is it?"

The doctor shook his head helplessly, turned and left.

A large group of clergy gathered together.

Everyone has their own thoughts.

Once the old pope dies, the new pope will be elected from among them.

Several people looked at each other, and they seemed to be fighting for power.

Someone immediately suggested that they want to go in and see the old pope.

The old pope's confidant came out and waved his hands at a group of people.

"Everyone, please go back. The Pope is tired. The fright just now has exceeded his body's ability to bear. He has already fallen asleep."

Someone took a sneak peek inside, then turned and left unwillingly.

I do not know how long it has been.

The old pope sat up, got dressed and sat by the bed in silence for a long time, and then walked towards the small attic he had visited before.

He sat in front of the cloth-covered box and reached in.

He asked in a low voice with a murmur in his mouth.

“Will the Lord choose him?”

The old pope silently retracted his hand, sat on the chair, and took out two large bubble gums from his pocket. He didn't turn around until the bubble gums were completely tasteless.

Full of thoughts, he returned to the room and expertly packed himself with various instruments and put on an oxygen mask.

Suddenly I realized that I was still chewing bubble gum, so I turned sideways to spit out the bubble gum. I was thinking about something in my mind, and forgot that the oxygen mask was still on my face, so I spit it directly on the oxygen mask.

The old guy quickly picked out the bubble gum. After lying down and thinking for a long time, he pressed the emergency caller next to the bed.

The confidant walked in quickly from the outside. The old pope raised his hand tremblingly, and his mouth moved as he tried to say something. He looked like he was struggling and felt that he would die at any moment.

Seeing that the old pope seemed to have something to say, his confidant hurriedly bent down and put his ear next to the old pope. The old pope said in a weak voice, "Get ready to welcome the pope from the east."

...

A huge evil ball was suspended behind Wang Han.

Looking from a distance at the man in black robe with blue stripes behind the dense crowd.

"The real body is still hiding behind and won't come out! Then I'll beat you until your real body comes out!"

As he spoke, Wang Han glanced with his eyes, and many people controlled by the prophet instantly turned into vertical pupils, turned their heads and killed the people on the axis of heaven.

Wang Han casually called out, "Fang Chao!"

Fang Chao immediately bent down beside Wang Han, with a flattering smile on his face, and said servilely, "The child is here!"

"You take the lead!"

"My child, please obey your father's orders!"

After finishing speaking, Fang Chao turned his head and roared at everyone in Tianzhi, "Those who disobey my father will be killed without mercy!"

Fang Chao rushed towards the battlefield.

Gu Yao knelt on the ground and glanced at Fang Chao. He really wanted to kill Fang Chao for a thousand years.

Wang Han stepped on Gu Yao's head and said, "Keep this bait of yours for now. After Gu kills this trash, we can then fish out the old friend behind you and have fun!"

Gu Yao knocked his head on the ground several times.

Wang Han kicked his foot, and the floor tiles were wrinkled by the brute force. Wang Han's body was ejected like a cannonball.

The battlefield was directly divided into two parts by Wang Han who pushed him all the way.

The giant ball of evil energy hanging behind Wang Han kept spinning. As the nine evil dragon shadows separated and killed, the giant ball of evil energy became bigger and bigger.

It was like an eerie black sun hanging in mid-air while rolling.

Wang Han had already arrived in front of the man in black robe with blue stripes.

The arm wrapped in evil dragon scales punched the man in black robe with blue stripes.

High-end combat often only requires the simplest attack mode.

One punch!

The man in black robe with blue stripes squeezed Wang Han's fist with one hand, and stabbed Wang Han's heart with a spike with the other hand.

Unexpectedly, after reaching the eighth-turn Vajra realm and adding the power of faith, Wang Han's Divine Demon Fist was extremely terrifying.

Hit it with one punch.

The man in black robe with blue stripes squeezed Wang Han's fist and was unable to block it at all. His arm was knocked straight back and half of his arm bone broke out from behind his shoulder.

The moment Wang Han suppressed the spike with one hand, his elbow like a knife smashed towards the door of the black-robed man.

In an instant, an irregular dent was made in the door of the black-robed man's face, which looked extremely miserable.

Wang Han punches like a dragon, and the speed, strength, and angle of his punches are all at full speed.

Both arms create afterimages.

The brainless body of the eighth-turn Vajra realm coupled with the tyrannical body tempered by the "Purana Sutra" made the already crazy big bomber feel full of joy.

boom!

The man in black robe hit the wall with his back.

Walls will explode in the blink of an eye.

Wang Han kept his hands up.

The arm covered with evil dragon scales spun around and then punched out wildly.

The man in black robe flew backward.

I rubbed my back against the surface of the artificial pond, creating a series of water floats, which floated all the way from one end of the pond to the other.

The fish in the pond were frightened and fled in all directions.

Wang Han grasped the evil sword with both hands.

The evil long knife was inserted into the huge rolling black evil ball behind him.

When pulling out again.

The sphere shrunk a lot, and the blade was filled with evil energy.

Without saying a word, Wang Han slashed at the man in black robe with his sword.

The evil energy and flames swirling around the blade turned into a huge crescent like a rainbow. The pond in front of him was divided into two, and the body of the man in black robe opposite was directly divided into two parts diagonally.

Visible to the naked eye, the two halves of the body are connected by disconnected threads, just like pulling out threads. The threads seem to be squirming and trying to connect together, but they are corroded by the lingering evil energy and are unable to heal themselves.

The man in black robe looked at Wang Han, his eyes were not mixed with any anger, and there was even a lot of satisfaction. After that, his eyes were not mixed with any emotion and became cold and numb.

Struggling to stand up, the pond between the black-robed man and Wang Han merged into one again.

The two of them were across the pond. The man in blue-striped black robe put a hand between his eyebrows, then turned his back to the sky, and raised his only arm high.

A soft murmur came from his mouth.

Then he knelt on the ground devoutly.

A few seconds later, I saw that the whiskers that were still squirming between the wounds of the man in black no longer squirmed, and seemed to have shut down.

Crow Lao in the distance suddenly regained his clarity from being covered with mist.

However, one can clearly feel the look in Crow Lao's eyes, which is exactly the same as the man in black robe with blue stripes that he saw before replacing the prophet.

Ya Lao stood high and looked at Wang Han.

One hand waved forward casually.

Everyone from Tianzhi and even those controlled by the prophet surrounded Wang Han without fear of death.

Nine evil dragon shadows swept towards the surroundings as they rotated.

With the killing, the evil black sun suspended behind Wang Han became more and more terrifying.

Gu Yao, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly shook violently.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure standing next to him.

Look up.

Found Rao Rushuang standing nearby.

At this moment, Rao Rushuang is completely different from Rao Rushuang, who was addicted to playing mahjong in the past. He seems to be controlled by someone.

Gu Yao was stunned for a moment and then looked enthusiastic.

"Master!"