My Fiancee is a Cold CEO

Zong Qingfeng and others fell on the altar, looking at Ye Chen with a gloomy expression.

"Unexpectedly, the old man would have a day of calculation. He deserves to be Ye Tianyun's son. It's not easy."

Zong Qingfeng squinted his eyes and said with a gloomy expression.

"Young man, hand over the spirit weapon, otherwise, I won't blame me for waiting."

Chang Yongfei narrowed his eyes and said with a gloomy expression.

While talking, Chang Yongfei stared at the ancient seal on Ye Chen's hand, vaguely feeling a touch of familiarity.

"Everyone, there are a total of three spiritual weapons here. If anyone wants to pick up this one in my hand, he can grab it, but he must first defeat the Scarlet Demon Spirit King."

Ye Chen squinted his eyes and said indifferently.

After hearing this, everyone's face changed slightly, and they subconsciously looked at the remaining two spirit artifacts on the altar.

It was also at this time that Pope Peter exuded dazzling power of light, and his figure suddenly appeared in front of the Holy Grail, and the Pope's scepter in his hand blasted toward the blood barrier outside the Holy Grail.

Only heard a terrifying roar, the blood barrier outside the Holy Grail was directly shattered by the Pope's scepter, and the golden Holy Grail appeared in front of everyone.

After lacking the blocking of the Scarlet Demon Spirit King, snatching the best spirit weapon became even more important.

"Snatch the spirit weapon first."

A gleam of light flashed in Zong Qingfeng's eyes, and he moved towards another knife-like weapon as soon as he moved.

Compared to the Holy Grail, this blood-colored long knife is obviously more attractive, and the breath radiating from it is obviously one of the highest grade, which has long been eyed by many people.

With Zong Qingfeng and Pope Peter taking action, the other peerless masters around were naturally unable to stay, and all rushed towards the scarlet sword and the Holy Grail.

Compared with Ye Chen, who was guarded by the Scarlet Demon Spirit King, it was relatively easy to **** the remaining two spirit weapons.

"This is my Huaxia site, not a place where you Westerners can run wild. Give me the spirit weapon."

Zhang Daoyuan, the current celestial master of Longhushan, gave a low shout, stretched out his hand and grabbed it towards Pope Peter. A broad golden palm suddenly condensed on top of Pope Peter's head.

"The Holy Grail is the light artifact of my Holy See. No one can get involved."

The pope's body exudes a fiery power of light, which spread like a burning flame, and turned into a huge sword, suspended in front of the pope.

The whole body of this great sword was condensed by the power of light, with peculiar symbols engraved on it, and a trace of light was burning on the great sword.

"cut!"

A touch of indifference flashed in the pope's eyes, as soon as he grasped the big sword of light in front of him, he cut directly at the big hand in front of him.

The horrible breath swelled, the sword of light shone with dazzling light, and the entire altar was shrouded in the holy flame of light.

The moment Zhang Daoyuan's golden palm touched the sword of light, it broke directly.

Afterwards, the sword of light remained undiminished and directly slashed towards Zhang Daoyuan.

"This Pope is so powerful."

Zhang Daoyuan's face changed, and a touch of jealousy flashed in his eyes. He pinched the tactics with both hands, and shouted in a low voice: "Tiangang's thirty-six law descends from the dragon to the tiger."

A dragon and a tiger flew out of Zhang Daoyuan's Seal Art, absorbing the aura around them, and then suddenly became bigger.

The sound of dragons and tigers roared in the square, and then hit the sword of light.

With a bang, the two forces collided with each other, escaping powerful energy fluctuations, which were then absorbed by the altar.

As the energy dissipated, Zhang Daoyuan's face paled slightly, and he was turned back directly.

On the other hand, Pope Peter shook his body slightly, but it didn't affect him at all.

"This is the power of the Western Pope?"

"It's too strong, even Zhang Daoyuan can suppress it."

The expressions of the strong men of the other sects around him changed, and a look of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

At this time, Pope Peter took the Holy Grail in his hand and left the altar in a flash.

At this time, the battle for the Scarlet Longknife reached a white-hot stage. As the blood-colored barrier shattered, Zong Qingfeng grabbed the Scarlet Longknife and shot it away.

"Damn it, Zong Qingfeng, leave the **** long knife to me."

Zhang Zichen gave a low cry, holding the Bai Hongjian and Shaolin's Hui Kong, chasing Zong Qingfeng.

Faced with a long sword of the best spirit weapon level, no one is willing to give up.

With the roars, Zong Qingfeng, Zhang Zichen and Hui Kong fought together.

Zhang Daoyuan glanced at the battle on Zong Qingfeng's side, frowned, and then looked at Pope Peter.

Compared to Zong Qingfeng's side, the Holy Grail in Pope Peter's hand is better to snatch.

"Master Yuexiang, why don't you and me join forces to grab this Holy Grail?"

Zhang Daoyuan squinted his eyes and looked at the Grandmaster of the Emei School.

"Well, I will also meet the power of this Western powerhouse!"

Chen Yuexiang nodded, tumbling with energy, and lashed towards Pope Peter.

"Both of you blasphemed God, **** it!"

A bright white light flashed in Pope Peter's eyes. The broad white robe was drifting in the wind, and the pope's scepter in his hand suddenly emitted a dazzling light, directly blasting Chen Yuexiang's true energy.

"God's coming!"

Then Pope Peter was holding the Pope's scepter with a pious look on his old face. He held his chest with his left hand, and a faint light shot from the Pope's scepter, turning into a light and shadow full of majesty.

This light and shadow were a little illusory, and he couldn't see the appearance clearly. The only thing that could be seen clearly was the white robe on his body. At the same time, a horrible atmosphere enveloped the square.

"Is this... God? The Pope can even summon the clone of God?"

Ye Chen's face changed slightly.

"It should be because of the pope's scepter in his hand. As a divine weapon of the Holy See, the pope's scepter has absorbed too much power of faith, so it can summon the phantom of this god!"

The Dragon King said solemnly.

"The power of faith?"

A stunned color flashed in Ye Chen's eyes.

The power of faith is a very mysterious power. Unlike other cultivation methods, the power of faith cannot be practiced, and can only be obtained from believers.

If used properly, it will release a more powerful force.

Just like the clone of the **** in front of me.

"God's Wrath."

Pope Peter said indifferently, the white robe on his body was windless.

The phantom of God behind Pope Peter became solid in an instant, slightly raised his hand and pointed towards Zhang Daoyuan. Suddenly, a golden beam of light tore through the sky and shot towards Zhang Daoyuan.

In an instant, Zhang Daoyuan felt an unprecedented pressure.