Urban Madness

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Forbidden spell!

In the Western world, forbidden curse is the most terrifying move, symbolizing destruction and death.

The master who has mastered the curse is equivalent to a mobile nuclear bomb launcher.

Although the forbidden curse requires a long time of singing and casting, and sometimes the help of a large formation, once it is displayed, it will have the power to destroy the sky and the earth. No one can stop it, even if it destroys a large city.

At this moment, an extremely magnificent aura burst out of the Pope, and there seemed to be a holy flame burning in his eyes.

He held the scepter tightly and chanted in the most religious voice:

"Our father in heaven."

"May everyone honor your name as holy."

"May your kingdom come."

"May your will be done on the earth."

"It's like walking in the sky."

"Your humble servant is here to pray to you."

"Use your power to make everything in the world die"

"Give me the ignorant and humble creature before me."

"The final judgment!"

As soon as the voice fell, all the vitality of the whole city was rushing towards the Pope Palace frantically, like a sea of ​​rivers and thousands of carps facing a dragon.

"Rumble..."

The vitality of these heavens and the earth is transformed into the power of light, and finally sublimated and concentrated to the ultimate holy light, with great momentum.

The shining light seems to be able to purify the entire continent or make the sea water in a vast ocean boil completely.

"Light up! The world is blooming by God the Father, the shining between the heavens and the earth, the gleaming in the universe, blooming a path of light at this moment!"

"Light Forbidden Curse-Twilight of the Gods!"

...

The pope's voice contains incredible power, which seems to be able to purify all evil in the world.

The Twilight of the Gods is the oldest and most powerful forbidden curse in the Holy Vatican.

Rumor has it that Lucifer betrayed God because of his excessive pride, fell into hell, and led countless demons to attack heaven.

The archangel Michael, it was precisely this trick that destroyed the demon army and inflicted heavy damage on Lucifer.

After so many years, this forbidden spell finally reappeared in the world.

"boom!"

The holy light shone all over the sky, covering the sky and obscuring the sun, descending on the earth, and the raging wave of light swept wildly, pressing towards Ye Fan, enough to swallow everything in the world.

"Oh my God! Such a powerful and pure power of light has already touched the source of light!" A red-clothed archbishop showed a look of wonder, deeply shocked by the power of Forbidden Curse.

"The power of His Majesty the Pope is truly the highest in the world, unparalleled in the world, and no one can match it! Even the legendary saint, I am afraid it is nothing more than that!" Head Philip said with emotion.

"That's right! In front of the Forbidden Curse'Twilight of the Gods', even the true gods will fall!"

At the same time, many Templar knights retreated one hundred meters, with a look of jealousy, for fear of being affected by the aftermath of the curse.

Although it is a sacred power of light, it can also burst out of power that destroys the world when turned into a divine punishment.

"Hahaha..."

Suddenly, Ye Fan laughed up to the sky and said proudly: "Pope, if this trick is performed by a real god, it might hurt me, but you, it's not a star or a half!"

This blasphemous remark was like throwing a little spark in gasoline, causing the whole audience to explode.

The pope, eight red bishops, and hundreds of Templar knights all stared at Ye Fan with angry eyes.

However, Ye Fan ignored those eyes and looked up at the falling holy light. Without changing his face, he lightly inserted the Thunder Tribulation Sword into the ground in front of him. The masterpiece of the fairy gold core light in his lower abdomen burst out like never before. The great power is injected into the Thunder Tribulation Sword.

"Ren Jian-Ping all directions!"

With the Thunder Tribulation Sword as the center, an enchanting brilliance burst out in an instant, like a polar light, piercing through the heavens and the earth, shining in all directions.

Immediately afterwards, a shining bright enchantment completely enveloped Ye Fan's body.

...

"Rumble rumbling!"

The twilight of the curse of the gods is pressed against the enchantment of light with the might of annihilating all things, and the surrounding space is distorted and shattered.

However, after Ye Fan was promoted to the Golden Core Realm, the power of all the magical powers also increased, more than ten times stronger.

At this moment, no matter how the Forbidden Curse wreaks havoc, the Light Enchantment is always indestructible and indestructible.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds...

After a full few minutes, the power of the holy light is getting smaller and smaller, but the light barrier is still intact, and it even gives people an illusion, let alone a half-and-a-half, there will be no damage even after a hundred years.

"This... how is this possible?!"

Rao is a well-informed pope, who can no longer suppress the horror in his heart at this moment, he is dumbfounded, his mouth is wide open, enough to swallow a duck egg.

He couldn't be more clear about the power of the forbidden curse "Twilight of the Gods".

This trick is enough to purify any heretics in the world, even the Speaker of the Dark Council.

Unexpectedly, now, a little-known Eastern teenager can easily take over this peerless forbidden move, and looking at Ye Fan's calm and gentle appearance, it seems that he didn't use his full strength.

In the long years of the Pope for nearly a hundred years, he has never seen such a "monster"!

At this moment, not only the Pope, but the eight cardinals and hundreds of Templars behind him were all horrified, unable to describe their feelings in words.

"Huh! Is this the strongest curse of the Holy See?"

Ye Fan said, stepping out with a broad chest, revealing the domineering power of the Golden Core monk, as high as a **** Ling Chen.

"boom!"

With his body as the center of the circle, a vast momentum is like a thousand waves and thousands of piles of snow, spreading in all directions.

Including the Pope, the many members of the Holy See in the arena are like a lonely boat in the storm, vacillating, and may be swallowed at any time.

Invisibly, an atmosphere of despair spread in everyone's hearts.

You know, the Pope has just performed the strongest trick, but the "Twilight of the Gods" can't help Ye Fan, then they are like tigers with extracted teeth, without deterrence.

The rest of them all added up, and at most they could only cause a tickle attack on Ye Fan, which was useless.

Or, they endured the humiliation and gave up the Holy Grail.

Or, the Holy See, with its thousand-year glorious history, will be bloodbathed today.

...

"You...who are you?!"

The Pope looked at Ye Fan and asked, his voice trembled a little because of extreme horror.

"My name is Ye Fan, you can also call me - Ye Beichen!" Ye Fan said lightly.

"Ye Beichen?!"

The pope read the name silently, his eyes gleaming, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and exclaimed: "Are you the Chinese powerhouse who shined in the Global Martial Arts Conference and smashed the nuclear bomb? It is rumored that you will be wiped out after your comeback. The first mechanized infantry division of the United States, and the president who was forced by the Bai Palace to bow down!"

As the pope, he is naturally very concerned about major events in the world.

And the Global Martial Arts Conference half a year ago was a sensation, especially the last nuclear bomb dropped in the desert, which caused a worldwide uproar.

But the Pope never expected that the Chinese teenager not only killed the Pope’s Palace, but was also stronger than the legend.

At this time, Ye Fan looked at the Pope condescendingly, and the invincible posture burst out of his body seemed to surpass the spiritual leader of more than two billion believers.

"Since you know who I am, then hand over the Holy Grail! I can assure you that as long as you get the Holy Grail, you will never kill!" Ye Fan said solemnly.

Hearing this, the pope's face turned blue and white, as if caught in a battle between heaven and man.

After pondering for a long time, the pope said: "Ye Beichen, if it was a few days ago, I might accept your suggestion and choose to surrender! But-now the spiritual energy is resurrected, and the world has changed dramatically. Killer?"

As he said, the pope turned around and looked inside the palace, his knees softened, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

"boom!"

This action is like a huge boulder smashing into the calm water, stirring up a thousand waves, causing an uproar in the arena.

As the noble and noble identity of the Pope, who else in this world can make him kneel?

Suddenly, the pope spoke in the most pious voice:

"Master Angel, your loyal servant, please come!"