My Fiancee is a Cold CEO

Zong Qingfeng and others landed on the altar and looked at Ye Chen with gloomy expressions.

"I didn't expect that I would be plotted one day. He is indeed Ye Tianyun's son, but he is not simple."

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

"Young man, hand over the spiritual weapon, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Chang Yongfei narrowed his eyes and said gloomily.

As he spoke, Chang Yongfei stared at the ancient seal on Ye Chen's hand, and felt a vague sense of familiarity.

"Everyone, there are three spiritual weapons here. If anyone wants to take this one from me, they can come and snatch it. However, they must first defeat this bloody demon spirit king."

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes and said calmly.

After hearing this, everyone's expressions changed slightly, and they subconsciously looked at the two remaining spiritual weapons on the altar.

At this moment, Pope Peter suddenly appeared in front of the Holy Grail with dazzling light power all over his body. The papal scepter in his hand blasted toward the bloody barrier outside the Holy Grail.

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

Without the obstruction of the Scarlet Demon Spirit King, it becomes even more important to snatch the best spiritual weapons.

"Let's grab the spiritual weapon first."

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

Compared with the Holy Grail, this bloody sword is obviously more attractive, and the aura emanating from it is obviously the highest grade one, and it has been targeted by many people for a long time.

As Zong Qingfeng and Peter Pope took action, the other top masters around them naturally couldn't stay still and rushed towards the bloody sword and the Holy Grail.

Compared to Ye Chen, who was guarded by the Bloody Demon Spirit King, it was relatively easy to snatch the remaining two spiritual weapons.

"This is my Chinese territory, not a place where you Westerners can run wild. Leave your spiritual weapons to me."

The current Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Daoyuan, gave a low shout and stretched out his hand to grab Pope Peter.

A broad golden palm suddenly formed on the head of Pope Peter.

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

The pope's body was exuding blazing light power, spreading like a burning flame, and turned into a huge sword, floating in front of the pope.

This great sword was made of the power of light. It was engraved with strange symbols, and traces of bright flames burned on the great sword.

"cut!"

A look of indifference flashed in the Pope's eyes, he grabbed the bright sword in front of him and slashed directly at the big hand in front of him.

The aura of terror surged, a dazzling light shone on the sword of light, and the entire altar was enveloped in the holy flame of light.

Zhang Daoyuan's golden palm broke into pieces the moment it touched the sword of light.

Then the Sword of Light continued to attack Zhang Daoyuan without losing any force.

"This Pope is so powerful."

Zhang Daoyuan's expression changed, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes. He made a hand seal with his hands and shouted in a low voice: "Tiangang's Thirty-six Methods: Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger."

A dragon and a tiger flew out from Zhang Daoyuan's seal, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy, and then suddenly grew in size.

The roar of dragons and tigers roared in the square, and then they hit the Sword of Light.

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

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

On the other hand, Pope Peter only swayed slightly, but it had no impact at all.

"Is this the power of the Western Pope?"

"It's so strong that it can even suppress Zhang Daoyuan."

The expressions of the strong men from other sects around him changed, and a look of fear flashed in their eyes.

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

At this time, the fight for the bloody sword reached a fierce stage. As the blood barrier shattered, Zong Qingfeng grabbed the bloody sword and shot it away into the distance.

"Damn it, Zong Qingfeng, leave me the bloody sword."

Zhang Zichen shouted low, holding the Baihong Sword and Huikong from Shaolin, and chased Zong Qingfeng.

No one is willing to give up when faced with a long sword of the highest spiritual weapon level.

With the roaring sounds, Zong Qingfeng, Zhang Zichen and Huikong fought together.

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

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

"Master Yuexiang, how about you and I join forces to seize this Holy Grail?"

Zhang Daoyuan narrowed his eyes and looked at the grandmaster of the Emei Sect beside him.

"Forget it, I'm here to see how powerful this Western powerhouse is!"

Chen Yuexiang nodded, and the clouds around her body rolled, and she whipped towards Pope Peter.

"You two actually blasphemed God, damn it!"

A bright white light flashed in Pope Peter's eyes, his long white robes fluttered in the wind, and the papal scepter in his hand suddenly emitted a dazzling light, directly blasting away all Chen Yuexiang's energy.

"The coming of God!"

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

This light and shadow was slightly illusory, and the appearance could not be clearly seen. The only thing that could be clearly seen was the white robe on his body. At the same time, a terrifying aura enveloped the square.

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

Ye Chen's expression changed slightly.

"It should be because of the papal scepter in his hand. As an artifact of the Holy See, the papal scepter has absorbed too much power of faith, so it was able to summon the phantom of this god!"

The Dragon King said solemnly.

"The power of faith?"

A flash of surprise 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 more powerful power.

Just like the clone of God in front of me.

"The wrath of God."

Pope Peter said with an indifferent expression, the white robe on his body moved without any wind.

The shadow of God behind Pope Peter became solid in an instant. He raised his hand slightly 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.