At this time, the grand scene of the Holy Land of the Holy See of Light greatly exceeded Zhao Fan's expectations, it turned out that the number of Holy Realms in the West was also quite a lot!

In the Eastern Hidden Gate, the strong people who really stepped into the Holy Realm were about five hundred, and those who did not enter the Holy Realm but had the combat power of the Holy Realm were very few and could be ignored.

On the other hand, half of the hundred Saint Realm combat power has not entered the Saint Realm.

It is really inferior to the West in this regard.

Zhao Fan nodded secretly, hiding too deeply.

However, the Saint Realm combat power in the Holy Land should have some kind of constraint to not be able to show their heads in the outside world, just like the monks of the Eastern Hidden Sect. So much so that on the bright side of the Holy See, only two cardinal archbishops of the Holy Realm preside over the overall situation, and even the position of the Pope is "vacant" to this day.

"Hey, Marshall, didn't you just come yesterday? Why is it here again today? An old man with a white beard said.

"Elder Lot." Marshall's attitude was the same as when he faced Burrows outside, and he smiled like a licking dog: "Look, what's in this cage of the ruling gods?" ”

The white-bearded old man looked at him fixedly, and said with a bright gaze: "It's amazing, I actually captured a blood prince, haha, it is worthy of being the only man who has been awarded the Order of God in one hundred and fifty years." ”

"Thank you, Elder Lot." Marshall saluted solemnly.

"Go, go." The white-bearded old man turned sideways and got out of the way.

On the way to the Temple of Light, Zhao Fan also attracted a large number of strangers and angels to watch.

Marshall was like a flower in the world, chatting enthusiastically with ease, and it took nearly two hours to complete the five-minute journey.

Zhao Fan was depressed in his heart, feeling like he had been paraded through the streets, but fortunately, his current image was that of the Prince of the Blood Clan, otherwise he would have smashed the Ruling God Cage with one palm and slaughtered all sides in the Holy Land of Light.

There is certainly a lot of combat power in the Holy Realm here.

But for Zhao Fan, who has the aura of the strongest person in the hidden sect on his head, he is a group of rabble, and with a casual knife, he can bring down a large piece, if it is replaced by the great divine power "Yang God Silence", it is estimated that the group will be wiped out directly.

But Zhao Fan has no such plans, the purpose of his trip, first, is for grandma, and secondly, Lily, if he can solve it without doing anything, he will try not to do it.

After all, the existence of the Holy See of Light may be basically the same as the meaning of the Divine Machine Gate in the East, the spokesperson of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth!

Before the Shenji Gate existed in name only, it was hated by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth to this day, and even when Lin Qianqian crossed the catastrophe, the other party would take the opportunity to jump out and brush off the sense of existence, and now that the Bright Sect is destroyed, it is estimated that there will be no room for reconciliation at all.

It is worth mentioning that there is only a certain possibility that the Holy See of Light is the spokesperson, not absolutely, it is only Zhao Fan's speculation.

His speculation is not groundless, the heaven and earth on earth, half of the east and half of the west, all have their own characteristics of the transcendent system, and it is impossible for the avenue of heaven and earth to let this half go freely.

At this moment, a silver needle appeared in Marshall's hand, and with a flick of his hand, he shot into the cage of the Judgment God, and after inserting it in the bat's wings, he said disdainfully: "Filthy stupid bat, wake up." ”

Zhao Fan pretended to open his eyes, and while his face was full of hatred, he said weakly: "Damn the red-robed dog, where is this?!" ”

"I am the Holy Land of the Holy See of Light." After Marshall finished speaking, he pointed to the magnificent palace that was close at hand, "And ahead, is the Temple of Light." ”

"Trash!"

Zhao Fan took a sip and closed his eyelids.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm here to bring you back to your senses for the time being, just to admire the Temple of Light."

Marshall smiled disdainfully, and then looked at the angel guard next to him flatteringly, "Please also report, I have captured a blood prince and need to meet the Pope." ”

"Okay."

The angel guard turned around and entered the temple, and soon came out, and she said nonchalantly, "Come in." ”