Supreme Uprising

Walking in a street full of rustic and heavy rhymes, at this time Luo Yunyang's heart, no sadness, for him, and an existence that can only be counted as an ant level, there is no point at all.

Because this family, to him, is really just an ant.

But in this world of blue stars dominated by the eight gods, he is now practicing on his own, and it is simply not possible to do so.

He needs the magic potion, he needs a lot of opportunity, and he needs to improve his strength in the fastest possible time.

Luo Yunyang, who already has a certain understanding of the Blue Star world, knows that the strong in this world will basically no longer receive the attention of all gods until they are upgraded to holy ones.

And the more genius, the more valued, according to the laws of these god lords.

Wind Ancient Kingdom, he shall become famous, not to speak, but to call the whole Wind Ancient Kingdom in an invincible manner.

And Duke Kim Ziwei, he's quite a good object.

Luo Yunyang's movements, at the first moment, have been reported to the Jin Ziwei family site. This generation of Jin Ziwei family elders, although they did not enter the Storm Theocracy, also had their own way of inheriting it.

As samurai with the true blood of three giant pythons, they also possess the magic potion to promote themselves, but at the end of the promotion, it is difficult to compare with the legacy of the eight great religions.

But, as a nobleman, it is enough.

“How dare you say a priest dare to come to my house to ask for someone?” The shady Duke of Kim Ziwei, after hearing his butler's report, said with a hint of cold in his voice.

His butler, a true blood samurai of equal strength, said in silence: "My lord, young priest, the future is not small, you better not offend him too much. ”

The Duke of Kim Ziwei smiled coldly: "What about a young priest? As you should know, even a thousand priests have difficulty becoming priests. ”

“Are there few young priests who have fallen these years? ”

“But if that kid's funny, I can give him a chance to give Monton one more eye. ”

The housekeeper opened his mouth and no longer spoke. He had done his duty to remind the owner of the reminder. As for whether the owner listened or not, he could no longer make up his mind.

Not to mention that the power of the Jin Ziwei family is not provocative for new priests. After all, the Jin Ziwei family and the bishops of the Ancient Kingdom of Wind have a good relationship.

From the Shita family to the Jin Ziwei family's location is not too far away, that is, half a minute, Luo Yunyang has come to the Jin Ziwei family's location.

“Brother, there must be a good talk to the Duke of Kim Ziwei, that...” As Sister Corey's Lady Leclet, some reason was slowly restored at this time, she said softly to Luo Yunyang.

Luo Yunyang smiled and naturally understood what the sister meant.

It's just that he didn't come this time to settle the matter properly, and this time, he wanted to be famous.

“This is the residence of the Duke of Kim Ziwei. Get out of here or we'll have you all arrested!” A dozen soldiers shouted loudly when they saw Luo Yunyang and others coming ill.

They are ordinary soldiers, but they represent the Kim Ziwei family, let alone they have been commanded.

Though loyal to Luo Yunyang, the ruling priest, the Guardian samurai entered Wangcheng for the first time, and they had no experience in dealing with the top dukes in Wangcheng.

So at this time, no one asked, one by one looked at Luo Yunyang.

“Wrath of the Storm! ”

Luo Yunyang did not talk to these soldiers, but strangled the pharman directly and carried out the divine art taught by Storm God, which is more violent than the wind thunder sword field storm rage.

That is, a storm rolling in the blink of an eye, swept past Duke Kim Ziwei's house.

In the royal city, there are basically few people who resort to such ferocious tactics, and none of the soldiers know what to do at this point in time as the rolling storm swept down.

“Stop it! This is the residence of the Duke of Kim Ziwei. How dare you do it at will? You must forget the Bishop's prohibition! ”

With this sentence, two men dressed in storm god priest costumes rushed to the sky, they were all thirty and forty years old. At the moment of their appearance, they quickly strangled the law and laid a barrier over the Duke of Kim Ziwei.

Both men are high priests. For a young priest of Luo Yunyang's age, it's not too much to worry about.

There should be nothing wrong with them trying to set up their own formations to stop this young priest from attacking.

But how do they know that what they are facing is not a small figure, but a big man like Luo Yunyang, whose god is ready to hunt?

In other words, Luo Yunyang's fury of the storm had collided with the guardian barrier of the two priests.

Though these are two or so levels of theology, the people who perform them are different, which means that their power is different.

In the moment of contact, the power is hundreds of times stronger than the rage of ordinary storms, directly tearing down the guardian barrier and landing over the residence of the Jin Ziwei family.

“Bang Bang Bang! ”

A tall building, instantly shattered, the immense Duke of Golden Ziwei's Palace, instantly turned into a mess.

Dozens of warriors flashing with all kinds of blood flashes, maniacally motivating their own forces to resist the rage of the wind thunder. But even so, there are still many forces of storm rage that can withstand the thunderstorm, tearing them apart directly in the void.

A ray of light rushed from all directions towards the Duke of Kim Ziwei. After all, this is the royal city of the ancient wind kingdom. Such a powerful destruction is naturally eye-catching.

The power of the storm's wrath quickly dissipated, but just now the magnificent Duke's Palace was already a mess, not a martial artist of the Duke's Palace, but also a resistance to the storm's wrath, injured considerably.

“Is that your hand on my mansion?” Duke Jin Ziwei, dressed in a gown, growled in his face at Luo Yunyang.

He was a little priest, and even if he did, he should have been a rules-based plea to let go of that monton, but he didn't expect that this one would do it directly and tear up two of his priests' defenses.

His Duke's Palace, turned into ruins, must be a laughingstock in the kingdom, and I don't know how many people depend on his liveliness.

Luo Yunyang nodded: “Let go or die! ”

The Duke of Kim Ziwei felt that the little priest in front of him should be insane. At a time like this, he spoke so arrogantly to himself.

In fact, Lady Leclei, who followed Luo Yunyang, was also frightened by everything in front of her at this time. She wanted her brother to help her plea for help, but did not expect that in this royal city, the sacred duke house, under the attack of his brother, was directly ruined.

This matter, which is no longer a matter of courtship, has become something that even she does not know how to end.

In fact, the Stone Tower family followed Luo Yunyang in an obsessive state, and he didn't know what to do now. After all, what happened at this time was beyond his scope, no, it should be said that it was beyond his imagination.

According to his feeling, what is happening now, I'm afraid the whole Stone Tower family is already in a kind of fear, which is tantamount to a facial beating, the Duke of Kim Ziwei will never agree, and in the face of the anger of the Duke of Kim Ziwei, they are really helpless.

And this priest from the small town, who actually wants to kill the Duke of Kim Ziwei, really wants the heavens to open.

“If you want to kill me, I will kill you even if I spell the Bishop's punishment!” During the Duke's speech, the whole man gave rise to a madness. His body not only swelled ten times as big as madness, but also produced countless black scales.

For this change in the Duke of Kim Ziwei, Luo Yunyang also saw it in the Temple's book, which is the expression of a true blood warrior.

This Duke of Kim Ziwei, if classified as a true blood warrior, should belong to a royal true blood warrior equivalent to a high priest.

Ultimately, true blood fighters are the fierce beasts who become the root of their true blood, and this rank, in the sequence of the eight great gods, is equivalent to a saint.

Although the rank of true blood fighters corresponds to the heritage of the eight great gods, their strength is much worse.

Generally speaking, the peak of the rank of true blood warrior is the equivalent of the elementary inheritance of equivalent divine religions.

Although Luo Yunyang had just been promoted to the clergy shortly, the clergy's medicine had long allowed him to digest completely, not to mention the clergy's various cultivation methods, Luo Yunyang's control, I'm afraid even the Divine Lord is not comparable.

Just as Luo Yunyang was preparing to exterminate the Duke of Kim Ziwei, a man in a cleric's robe appeared in the void. He looked at Luo Yunyang and said coldly: “As a priest of the Divine Church, I can't believe he's spreading wild in Wangcheng. Get down on your knees. ”

With the word of the priest, a pound of majesty pressed down towards Luo Yunyang.

The Duke of Kim Ziwei saw the cleric and revealed a hint of joy in his eyes. The cleric was very close to him, and the two of them had always been allies in many things. Now that this is happening in my own home, my old friend is doing better.

After all, this priest is also the middle level of Storm Church.

“Cleric Dreyham, you must give me an account of what happened today, or I will not stop in the presence of His Holiness the Bishop. ”

The cleric known as Dreyham nodded; “I will definitely give you an account of this. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly discovered that he belonged to the majesty of the clergy and had no use for the young priest in front of him.

It shouldn't be!