Gu Xie dust left the crowd hiding in the stone cave.

  In a place far from the sight of others, Gu Xiechen closed his eyes and meditated. His Taoist robe, crane cloak, and cloud boots simultaneously rippled with a layer of warm water waves, and gradually transformed into a set of black Vatican priest attire.

  Satisfied, he glanced at his attire, pressed the Qingyu Dao crown onto his head, and wiped away the cold sweat that had appeared on his forehead due to excessive spiritual energy expenditure. He fell into a state of deep contemplation once again. The Qingmu Dao crown silently absorbed the spiritual energy that Gu Xiechen continuously poured in, and strands of green light slowly shot out from the crown, tightly wrapping around Gu Xiechen's head.

  After about three minutes, the Taoist crown on Gu Xiechen's head disappeared, and he had completely changed his appearance. He became a thin, weak, and pale-haired man with a pale complexion. At first glance, Gu Xiechen's face looked ordinary and unremarkable, but upon closer inspection, it seemed strangely familiar, like that of an old acquaintance whose name was on the tip of one's tongue, only to be forgotten for the moment.

  This is the function of this set of Taoist robes developed by Gu Xiechen after absorbing the three drops of essence and blood of the drought demon, greatly enhancing his soul's origin. As long as there is enough spiritual power, this set of Taoist robes can transform into any shape at will, and the Qingyu Dao Crown can help people change their appearance. This Qingyu Dao Crown had once helped Gu Xiechen resist the mental impact of the Roman people, it not only has defensive functions against spiritual attacks but also has the function of transformation and confusion.

  Unless the spiritual strength is much stronger than Gu Xie Chen's, Gu Xie Chen's illusion will not be broken.

  He carefully looked around, Gu Xiechen lightly patted his hand. A yellowish-brown airflow burst out from under his feet, and Xin Jia's thick and long arm emerged, grabbing Gu Xiechen's waist and pulling him underground. Xin Jia took Gu Xiechen to the depths of the valley at a speed almost as fast as a running horse. Soon, he carefully poked half of his head out of the ground to observe the surroundings, and more than 200 meters away, the people from the Temple were besieging Hua and Xiao Zhang Dao Ren, without anyone noticing this side.

  Xin Jia sent Gu Xie Chen out of the ground, Gu Xie Chen patted Xin Jia's shoulder with a nod of approval. Xin Jia smiled and bowed to Gu Xie Chen, then dived back into the ground.

  He adjusted his robes and slipped smoothly into the crowd of people in the temple.

  The Vatican has a lot of manpower, and now they are besieging Xiao Zhang Dao Ren and Hua, no one notices the black-robed Gu Xie Chen. Even if someone's gaze occasionally sweeps across Gu Xie Chen's face, they will only think that this person's face is so familiar, and they won't find out that Gu Xie Chen is not their companion at all.

  With the help of the papal court's cover-up, Gu Xie dust concealed his head and tail, getting closer to the war group.

  Thirty Temple Knights, with strength and speed increased several times over, swung their long swords in a frenzy of slashes against Huahua. Thirty heavy two-handed greatswords tore through the air, creating a thick sword wind that sealed off every inch of space around Huahua. The black cloak on Huahua's body had long been shredded to pieces, and his body was riddled with three massive wounds, each several inches deep and wide. Each strike from the Temple Knights, empowered by the 8th-level divine technique "Descent of the Holy Angel", carried a thick holy power that happened to be Huahua's weakness. Although Huahua's absolute strength far surpassed these Temple Knights by at least tenfold, he was being suppressed to the point where he couldn't catch his breath.

  Hua died in battle without retreating, and a few meters behind him was a mountain crack where Xiao Zhang Daoren was.

  Xiao Zhang's hands were busy fiddling with the communication device, and he was furiously cursing at it: "What? The Gods' Alliance people blocked you? Bastards, tell them that if Daoist Master dies here today, his master, ancestors, and the ancient masters of the sect will definitely kill their way to the Grand Canyon in North America!"

  "Let them get out of the way, otherwise I'll really lose my temper!"

  "What? They won't let us pass no matter what? Do they want us to hand over the bamboo slips? Bah, tell them that once something has entered my mouth, it's impossible to spit it out! Don't even dream about it."

  "Bastards, what are you waiting for? Let's fight!... Fellow Taoists, hurry up and save me, otherwise I'll be chopped into a zombie firewood!"

  "Alas, if Hua dies it doesn't matter, I, Zhang, still have a bright future ahead of me. The legacy of the Taoist sect will eventually be mine to inherit. If I were to die, that would be a great loss for the Asian Taoist Alliance!"

  Huà's fist retreated hastily, dodging two heavy swords that were swung down in front of him. A golden holy light, like molten glass, adhered to Huà's fist and burned fiercely, causing his bones and flesh to crack open and emit a cold, stinging black smoke with a pungent smell. With a foot that was already exhausted, Huà kicked away a Templar knight who was approaching him, but saw that the knight was standing on a circular magic array that shone with golden light. The knight was unharmed, while Huà's own foot was shattered by a massive counterforce, breaking one of his toe bones.

  "Stinky cow nose, are you going to call for backup or what? Hurry up and lend a hand, otherwise I'll haunt you even after I'm dead!"

  The extremely evil aura was screaming. Xiao Zhang Daoren hastily put away the communication device, and while lifting his Taoist robe to search for something, he muttered: "You're already a ghost, what's with this nonsense about being a ghost or not? Hmm, let me look, I've found it!"

  Xiao Zhang Daoren rummaged through his Daoist robe and pulled out three egg-sized, purple-golden objects that resembled a spindle. These three objects seemed to be made of an unknown material, were semi-transparent, and had countless lightning flashes flickering inside. Xiao Zhang Daoren gleefully weighed the objects in his hand, then shouted: "Hua retreats, Daoist master will teach these foreign devils a lesson, let them know what it means for Ma Wangye to have three eyes!"

  Kuxin's heart violently thumped, and his instincts produced an extremely dangerous intuition. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up straight, and he forcefully pushed off the ground with both feet, rapidly retreating like a whirlwind towards the rear. As he retreated, his claws lightly swept across the waists of the Temple Knights along the way. His true energy infused into the Reversible Gloves, which sliced through the armor of the Temple Knights like cutting tofu, slicing open their bodies.

  The gauntlets were too sharp, these papal knights' bodies had been split open, and they didn't even feel the pain for a while.

  Gu Xie dust retreated hundreds of meters in a hurry after dawn, and Xiao Zhang Dao Ren had already thrown out an egg-shaped object amidst the almost collapsing screams of Hua.

  "Aaaaah!" Hua Yun wailed miserably, hugging his head and jumping up with all his might. He didn't care about the twenty or so large swords slashing down at him from all directions. He let these heavy swords chop and slash at his body, letting his own flesh be cut open to reveal deep gashes that exposed his bones. With a burst of energy, he shot upwards towards the sky. "You stinking cow nose! 'Xuanyuan One Qi Clear Obstacle Thunder' - where did you get those three from? Are you trying to murder me?"

  Andrei heard clearly the miserable cry of Hua, his face suddenly twisted.

  Andre, with a flourish, pulled out a scroll and crushed it in his hand, shouting wildly: "Danger, defense, defense!"

  A loud crack, Xiao Zhang's thrown Xuan Yuan Qi Qing Zhang Shen Lei exploded in the most densely populated area of the church. A gentle purple glow, not very large, covered an area of over 200 meters, and a misty purple light flickered. Suddenly, thirty-six thin purple lightning bolts struck down from the sky.

  Andre's hands burst out with an extremely strong white light, and the hands of a dozen or so white-robed and black-robed divine officials around him simultaneously crushed a divine scroll. A dozen or so divine scrolls were released at the same time, and the white lights perfectly merged together, as if a huge bowl had covered all the Vatican's territories.

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