Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

The Nancheng where Jiang Tian is located is the new city.

Wide asphalt roads crisscross the area, and high-rise buildings line up in rows, echoing the ancient northern city, presenting a unique landscape that combines classicism and modernity.

The northern city of Rome is like a large historical museum!

The Imperial Senate, the Arc de Triomphe, the Column of Commemoration, the Pantheon and the Colosseum are all arranged in an orderly manner, waiting for visitors to visit, comment and pay tribute.

"O True God, come down. The devil from the East is killing all around, killing your devout believers and people!"

"Where are the ancient god knights? They have been guarding the Holy See since the Dark Ages. Please wake up and send the blasphemers to hell!"

At this time, in the northern city of Rome, hundreds of thousands of Vatican believers had gathered, kneeling in the square outside the church door, praying devoutly.

"The devil deserves to die, he should be hanged! How can he be allowed to desecrate the glory of the Holy See? He should be thrown into hell!"

There were also clergy and believers, raising their arms and shouting, accusing Jiang Tian of his crimes with righteous indignation.

In addition, thousands of people gathered in various high places in the city of Rome, including intelligence agency personnel from the Pentagon, MI6 and other countries, as well as powerful people from all walks of life.

"So many people! It is indeed the most important battle in the past two thousand years. No country or organization dares to ignore it!"

Suzaku clicked his tongue, his face was shocked and his eyes were solemn.

In the new city of Rome, there are dense figures on the rooftops of every building, including many of the top leaders of a country's military.

They were attentive, their eyes tense and expectant.

They even set up recording equipment with the intention of recording the battle situation to facilitate a scientific assessment of the combat capabilities of all parties afterwards.

This battle is so important!

It was the most intense collision among the most powerful known forces on this planet.

The outcome of this battle will have an extremely far-reaching impact on the entire world, which is immeasurable.

Some future historians and anthropologists have stated in their messages to the government that its impact is no less than that of several industrial revolutions and Internet revolutions, and must be paid close attention to.

"It is worthy of being the world's number one orthodoxy, and its background is really impressive!"

Jiang Tian stood on the building in Nancheng, looking at the northwest of the ancient Roman city with a half-smile, where was the Vatican.

However, no one can underestimate it!

Because it controls the beliefs of one-sixth of the world's population, it is the oldest and strongest orthodoxy in the world.

Although Brahman and Kunlun Sect have a longer history than it, they do not have as many followers, far-reaching teachings, rich family backgrounds, let alone its splendor and splendor!

St. Peter's Basilica, located in the center of the Vatican, is the holy place of the Holy See and the seat of the Pope!

It is also the largest church in the world, with an area of ​​23,000 square meters and can accommodate 60,000 people.

The Romanesque and Baroque-style buildings, with complex decorations, tall towers, statues of gods and angels, are lifelike and have an awe-inspiring and inviolable air.

"Master, let's attack the city directly!"

Huo Qingtian's fighting spirit was surging, his heart was surging, his heart was beating rapidly, and his eyes ejaculated with real fire of war.

Others were also gearing up and eager to try, looking at Jiang Tian with excitement and anticipation, waiting for his order.

Strong men of the younger generation, such as Huang Ling'er, Tang Linglong, and Zhuque, could not calm down, and their hands were shaking slightly with excitement.

Once this battle is won, Tianqing Sect will truly be the number one sect in the world!

The greatest religion!

Endless glory, immortality!

It is no exaggeration to say that this battle, no matter the outcome, will go down in history and be praised for thousands of years!

At this moment, everyone is following Jiang Tian to witness history, rewrite history, and create history!

"Nonsense, we are not here to treat guests to dinner! Treat them!"

Jiang Tian had his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, like an immortal coming to the dust, his face was calm and he chuckled softly.

Then he exhaled loudly, his tongue bursting with spring thunder, and said in a cold voice:

"The Holy See, the Brahmins, and the hidden royal family, don't you claim that you want to kill me, Jiang Taichu? Come out and fight!"

Every time Jiang Tian uttered a word, it was like a giant cannon flying across the sky and rolling thunder, and substantial sound waves were pushed out.

Suddenly, the entire city of Rome was shaking violently like a major earthquake, and cracks appeared on some old buildings.

Countless people were dizzy, fell to the ground on their backs with blood spurting from their mouths, twitching all over, and screaming miserably.

Some had their heads exploded and died violently.

Jiang Tian's words killed thousands of people.

"Jiang Taichu!"

"he came!"

Everyone suddenly turned their heads to look at the young man with fluttering white clothes and black hair and black eyes. They screamed as if they saw a ghost.

Jiang Tian conquered the great powers, spanned the world, and shocked the world.

Maybe many ordinary people don't know him.

But the intelligence personnel of major powers or the dark world are known to everyone, like thunder.

"We have met the Lord of Sodoni, the Master of Tianqing Sect, His Excellency Jiang Taichu!"

Many high-ranking military officials and powerful men in the dark world were trembling with fear, and their souls were dying.

Regardless of whether Jiang Tian looked at them or not, they all bowed deeply or solemnly saluted Jiang Tian to show their highest respect.

Just when the sound waves hit the Vatican!

In St. Peter's Cathedral, many statues of true gods, messiahs and angels rose up with bright holy light, turning into a shield that reached the sky and the earth, firmly blocking Jiang Tian's sonic attack.

"What? Have the Brahmins and the hidden royal family gathered here too? They came so fast!"

After hearing Jiang Tian's words, Ye Tianren and many other disciples were slightly stunned and couldn't believe it.

The enemy reacted too quickly!

"Jiang Taichu, you are so crazy! How dare you really dare to come to Europe and wreak havoc, and think that there is no one in Europe?"

Whoosh whoosh!

A sharp roar came.

I saw silhouettes of strong men rising into the sky, piercing the void like rainbows penetrating the sun, and landing above the Colosseum in the ancient city of Rome.

The royal aura filled the air, overwhelming the heavens and the earth. An old man wearing a golden crown and a gilt-trimmed robe, holding a war spear, rode a flying horse to the top of the Colosseum and faced Jiang Tian.

This Pegasus is all white, extremely handsome, and its broad wings are more than ten meters long. It seems to be an unearthly thing!

On top of Pegasus, the old man's curly blond hair shawl, eyes like lightning, sharp as a knife, full of supreme majesty.

Boom!

The coercion of the old Saint King was exuded without reservation, shocking people's hearts and making everyone's heart suddenly shrink.

Behind him, more than a dozen members of the royal family on Pegasus rode across the sky, following closely.

Everyone has an extraordinary origin, noble blood, the men are brave and handsome, and the women are beautiful!

They are quite powerful. Each of them has reached the level of a saint or a half-step saint king. They are the last trump card of the European royal family. They all have combat capabilities that surpass those of Zeus and Hera in the Temple of the Gods!

After that, there were thousands of royal warriors rising into the air, in orderly formation, with strict laws and regulations, occupying the ancient Roman Colosseum.

They wore ancient armors made by famous alchemists in the Middle Ages, engraved with magical Taoist patterns, exuding bright light, and the powerful mana fluctuations seemed to have substance.

"The patriarch of the Bourbon royal family, Henry VIII! A true holy king who once ruled the French Empire for hundreds of years, and his combat power is comparable to that of an earthly immortal!"

Ye Zhantian's pupils shrank, his face was serious, and he told the origin of this person.

Seeing this, countless tourists and believers turned pale with shock, were moved by it, and almost suffocated.

According to legend, in the Middle Ages, during a great war, Henry VIII killed tens of thousands of people by one man.

Although there were very few thermal weapons at that time, the people he killed were not ordinary people, including alchemists, missionaries, people with supernatural powers, and even wolf vampires, which made the whole of Europe tremble with fear.

Back then, the Supreme Blood Ancestor Cain and the heroes of the Dark Council were frightened when they met him, and they had to stay away to show respect!

Seeing this, Situ Xiao's face became serious.

"Holy King? Too weak! There really aren't any strong people in Europe, they're just ants that I can crush and kill later!"

Jiang Tian chuckled lightly, with a mocking look on his face.

Holy King!

To put it bluntly, it is only equivalent to the cultivation level of the second level of foundation building. Jiang Tian can kill thousands of people with one sword!

"You are so arrogant! How do you know the strength of the Western Hidden Royal Family, and how do you know the methods of the Bourbon Royal Family?"

Henry VIII's royal aura was surging, and he stared at Jiang Tian with ridicule.

"Jiang Taichu, what if I were added to the list!"

Boom!

With a majestic shout.

Another group of people rode lions and tore through the sky, rose into the sky, and emitted blazing light like the scorching sun. They flew across the sky and landed above the Imperial Senate.

Edward VI!

Half-step saint!