Twin god-level martial spirits shocked the Demon Emperor’s wife!

Chapter 266

Yang Jinghong and others were stunned when they heard the Pope's cold tone.

What does this mean...

Is a ninth-level extraordinary Thunder King not enough for the Pope to come in person?

It's outrageous!

They thought they must have misinterpreted the meaning and over-interpreted it.

Compared with a few months ago, Luo Fanchen felt that the Pope seemed to be more attractive.

She exuded the charm of an iceberg mature woman.

But there seemed to be some fatigue in his eyes, and it seemed that he had dealt with a lot of troubles during this period.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This old dog is disgusting enough, and he almost plotted to death for me."

"If there is another one, I'm afraid I will spiral up to heaven?"

Di Weiyang thought seriously for a while, and opened his red lips: "If there are more people like this, at least the statue can be broken faster."

The Thunder King was insulted, and the veins in his arms were throbbing.

This woman has never looked at him straight since she came.

He is a ninth-level strongman and a generation of vassal king. How could he be ignored like this?

King Lei suppressed his anger: "Even if you are the Pope, you are a little too arrogant."

Di Weiyang moved his golden boots, and his phoenix eyes swept towards King Lei, frowning slightly:

"Who are you?"

King Lei was furious, and raised his old face: "The Blue Dragon Empire, the Sky Thunder King."

Di Weiyang said coldly: "I don't know him."

King Lei's fingers trembled with anger, and the blood rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"You have definitely seen me!"

Di Weiyang's narrow and long phoenix eyes were calm, and he shook his head slowly, his black hair shaking:

"Too many people worship this Pope."

"I don't remember who you are."

"Ah!!"

King Lei felt his dignity was trampled on, and this woman was more annoying than that little thief.

"Are you really going to be an enemy of me and the Blue Dragon Empire for this kid?"

Di Weiyang, who was threatened, smiled coldly on her red lips.

"Ye Canglong?"

"This Pope has wanted to kill him for a long time. How about you invite him here?"

Thunder King's expression froze for a moment, and his emotions were incoherent.

This...

This woman is even crazier than the legend, and she is unreasonable.

Yang Jinghong was extremely excited.

I'm so angry!

Seeing is believing. The Pope is so powerful and domineering.

And Miao Teng'er and the other girls all showed admiration, pursing their lips, and their chests were floating.

"Too beautiful, too cool, too cool!!!"

"Boom!"

Thunder King completely exploded, lightning burst all over the sky, and the terrifying ancient thunder dragon martial spirit emerged, hovering above the void, and finally sank into his body.

The whole body began to turn into a dragon, growing purple-black scales, and sharp dragon claws and thunder snakes lingering.

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, nine soul rings moved out in unison.

"Today, I want to test whether you, the Pope, are as powerful as the legend says!"

"We are both ninth-level transcendents. If I try my best to escape, can you stop me?"

Luo Fanchen looked strange, and he wanted to interview him:

How did you do it, roaring so loudly and saying such cowardly words.

"Ang!"

The Thunder King's soul ring lit up, breaking through the void, carrying the thunder of ten thousand pounds, waving the Thunder Dragon Claw, grabbing the snow-white goose neck of the Pope.

"Boom--"

The sacred golden light of Emperor Weiyang surged, and a twelve-winged sacred angel sprinkled endless sacred and majestic light, blooming with the ultimate aura of light.

The sacred golden light made the already cold and beautiful Pope even more holy.

Everyone was dazzled and couldn't open their eyes, and a loud noise sounded.

When he opened his eyes again, the Thunder King had vomited blood and flew backwards, his eyes full of disbelief, and he cried out in a piercing voice:

"You...you..."

Di Weiyang retracted his jade palm surrounded by light, raised his eyes and said in a light voice:

"Ninth level is different from ninth level."

The Thunder King covered his chest, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and said in doubt:

"Are you really going to attack me for this kid and offend the empire?"

The sacred golden light gathered in the palm of Di Weiyang's hand, and his gracefulness was even more cold and moving.

"Fan Chen knows the Pope's mind and is the only confidant in his life."

"If you touch him, you are already dead."

"Him?"

"Your confidant??" The Thunder King opened his mouth, shocked by the heavenly man, and the shock in his heart could not be shaken off.

When Yang Jinghong and others heard the voice, they all looked at Luo Fanchen standing there.

"Fuck!"

"Brother-in-law is not bragging, what he said is true???"

"The Son of God... the Demon Emperor's wife, can't it be true?"

"How is it possible!"

After getting the female pope's personal admission,

everyone had to face this reality even if they couldn't calm down their shock.

Brother-in-law (Brother Luo)... is he a little too arrogant.

Ye Longhe even thought that he wouldn't have a pope mother because of his adoptive father.

He shook his head vigorously, thinking that this idea was too outrageous.

Unrealistic.

"Too absurd, what are you thinking about, how is it possible."

The Thunder King stared at the power condensed in the palm of the Pope.

His face was uncertain, a little flustered, he couldn't tell the depth of this Pope at all.

"I will fight you!"

The seventh black soul ring of the Thunder King lit up, and the whole person turned into an ancient thunder dragon, with a surging momentum and a resolute momentum of seeing death as home.

The power shattered the surrounding void, and countless dark gaps appeared.

At the moment when Di Weiyang raised her jade hand,

The Thunder King's eyes flashed with cunning, the dragon body twisted, swung a shot, turned suddenly, and quickly fled the battlefield, desperately releasing soul power, rushing towards the distance to cherish his life.

"Hahaha, my best skill is speed."

"The power of thunder can travel thousands of miles in an instant. You can defeat me, but don't think of killing me!!!"

"Wait for me to call for help..."

Before he could say the word "soldier", the Thunder King made a Duang sound, as if he had hit something and was blown back.

The Thunder King's pupils contracted and he looked behind him. The Pope was still standing there.

What did he hit?

He turned his head and looked.

A series of stone fragments emitting sacred golden light appeared in the void in front of him, forming a golden wall formation that had been waiting for a long time.

It appeared at this time.

The Thunder King's heart trembled, and his face changed: "These...are the fragments of the previous statues?"

"That's right."

Di Weiyang raised her red lips with a cold arc: "Do you think that the statue of the Pope was broken for nothing by you?"

The Thunder King was anxious and looked in other directions.

In this world, golden rubble appeared in all directions, connected to each other, and everything was sealed in this space, with nowhere to escape.

"You... you have already planned it?"

The old face of the Thunder King turned pale, and he exclaimed loudly. He didn't expect the other party to calculate to this extent.

Di Weiyang shook his head: "This method is not for you."

"Boom!"

The holy twelve-winged angel with bright light merged with Di Weiyang.

Di Weiyang instantly turned into an angel, like a goddess descending.

"Swish!"

In just a moment, she turned into golden divine light and disappeared on the spot.

Appeared above the Thunder King, condensed a lightsaber burning with sacred flames in her hand, chopped it down, and the white clouds in the sky were instantly split in half.

The Thunder King was furious: "You are going too far. I am not easy to mess with!!!"

He transformed into the ancient thunder dragon, and the purple-black terrifying thunder surged, the void collapsed, and rushed to the sky.

Everyone was shocked by the scene of the battle, and was even more impressed by the domineering and heroic appearance of the female pope.

Luo Fanchen was amazed, thinking of his boldness when they just looked at each other, he had to say that he had saved his life in vain.

No one expected that the battle would end before it had even started for long.

A purple broken figure turned into a meteor and flew from afar, falling at the feet of Luo Fanchen and his people...