Making Great Fortune Overnight

Lee Xuankong shook his head slightly and said, "No, only the Saint has come. There is a benefit to having three True Saints as one. As long as one of them doesn't appear, it means that he will never die."    

    

"This guy is really cunning!"    

    

Jian Qiuling sneered.    

    

"These guys are the most sanctimonious. They talk about saving the people and doing evil things to confuse the public."    

    

Lee Xuankong said with disdain.    

    

The sound transmission between the two of them did not hide anything from the others. The dozen or so Divine level experts around them suddenly came to a realization, all of them recalling something that had happened many years ago.    

    

That was more than a hundred years ago. Back then, the Tyler Empire swept through the world. When the army arrived in Western Europe, the three Saints who were in one body descended!    

    

The Father, the Saint, and the Saint Spirit were in one body and became the ultimate Saint.    

    

But even so, at that time, only the Saint and the Holy Spirit had made a move. Even so, the two hundred thousand soldiers of the Tyler Empire at that time had mysteriously disappeared in the blink of an eye.    

    

A total of 200 thousand well-trained troops! Even the officers and soldiers, including those who worked in the kitchen, from iron pots to guns to cannons, all of them vanished just like that, as if they had vanished into thin air.    

    

After this battle, the name of the Three Saints as One had spread across the world. Even the superpower at that time had invited the ancient Mayan spacecraft. After firing two cannons, although it hit the Holy Son and the Holy Spirit, but because of the existence of the Holy Father, the three of them were one, and one of them didn't die. The three of them didn't die.    

    

Even the Mayan Flying Ship couldn't do anything to this Saint.    

    

After so many years, this Saint had actually appeared once again, causing all the Divine level experts in the world to be extremely shocked.    

    

"What is this Saint coming down to this world for? Could it be that he wants to snatch something from Sage Qin's hands?"    

    

Another Highgod Realm master casually asked.    

    

"God knows what this Holy Son is here for, but the descent of the Holy Son means that this matter is already comparable to the destruction of Western Europe back then!"    

    

A dozen or so Divine level powerhouses simultaneously felt the severity of the matter.    

    

On the other side, Qin Lang's palm had already descended, grabbing that small white arm!    

    

"He actually caught it, he actually caught it!"    

    

The few Divine level experts exclaimed. This was the first time they had seen the Saint being grabbed. This kind of feeling was too shocking, as if a person had grabbed onto a ball of light.    

    

The light was so dazzling that it instantly blossomed with a light that no one could bear to look at, piercing straight into Qin Lang's eyes.    

    

At the same time, the four golden cores belonging to Ye Nantian shrunk rapidly, as if their nutrients had been sucked away.    

    

"What a pure light element, but do you think I would care about this bit of light?"    

    

"Pretending to be mysterious, get the hell out here!"    

    

Qin Lang shouted, grabbed the arm and pulled hard, pulling out a large body that was shining with a dazzling light.    

    

"Red Cloaked Cardinal!"    

    

Lee Xuankong saw the old body that was pulled out and said in shock.    

    

"This Saint has possessed the body of the Red Cloaked Cardinal!"    

    

Jian Qiuling sneered. "So the Holy Son also likes to play the control of the divine soul. I wonder if this red-robed body can withstand it."    

    

Lee Xuankong smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I'm afraid the Holy Son has miscalculated this time. With the strength he has displayed so far, I'm afraid I can deal with him. Besides, Perfected Qin, let's just watch the show."    

    

"Brother Li, your judgment has always been more accurate than mine. Shouldn't we prepare to prevent the other Divine level experts from taking advantage of the chaos?"    

    

Jian Qiuling looked around and said worriedly.    

    

"It doesn't matter. We have Reverend Qin in our country. He will be the ruler of our country for a hundred years."    

    

Lee Xuankong chuckled.    

    

At this moment, Qin Lang looked at the archbishop who was wearing a red robe and had a piercing white light in his eyes. He laughed and said, "You dare to come out with a full body of skin? Do you really think you are a saint?"    

    

"I am the youngest son of God, the second son."    

    

The archbishop's eyes seemed to be able to speak. Although he did not speak, his voice had already reached everyone's ears.    

    

"This name is really unpleasant to hear! Even your father doesn't know how to name?"    

    

Qin Lang sneered. He raised his hand and threw a punch towards the archbishop's forehead.    

    

"Divine Art, Holy Grail."    

    

The archbishop suddenly raised his head. A golden goblet suddenly appeared on his forehead. The goblet flashed with light and directly covered Qin Lang's fist.    

    

The Holy Cup was a cup of his own blood that the priest had received when he was in trouble back then, allowing his disciple to drink it, and molding the thirteen disciples.    

    

It could be said that the power of this Holy Cup was extremely strong, and it could nurture grandmasters!    

    

Boom...    

    

With a casual punch from Qin Lang, the holy grail trembled for a moment and actually managed to hold on.    

    

The red-robed archbishop's body trembled slightly from Qin Lang's punch and a muffled groan sounded out. Although Qin Lang's punch did not use much strength, the fact that the Saint was able to hold on proved his strength.    

    

"Eh? It's actually Holy Artifact!"    

    

Qin Lang cast a sidelong glance at the holy grail and raised his hand to grab it!    

    

"What are you doing?"    

    

The Holy Son's voice was somewhat panicky. He raised his head and retreated. A long sword that flashed with golden light suddenly appeared in his hand and he swung it upwards.    

    

"Holy Cross Sword, Heavenly Punishment!"    

    

The Saint's long sword flashed with a holy light, as if it could lift the heavens.    

    

"Hm? Another Holy Artifact! You are really rich!"    

    

Qin Lang's gaze carried a strange expression. The Celestial Sphere Staff suddenly appeared and blocked the light sword.    

    

Boom!    

    

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The two Holy Artifacts collided, causing the energy ripples to vibrate. The entire surface of the sea sank several dozen meters. More than a dozen Divine level experts began to retreat. They floated far away, and even Lee Xuankong's clothes fluttered in the wind. He involuntarily took four or five steps back.    

    

Qin Lang also took a step back from the shock. His eyes flashed with excitement. "Good, good to come! Again!"    

    

The Holy Son was in a difficult situation. The Divine Power in his body surged and he almost vomited blood. Although he did not retreat, the pressure he faced was even heavier than Qin Lang's. The Holy Son had just used all of his strength, but Qin Lang was still alive and kicking in front of him. He kept shouting that he would come again, and only now did the Saint realize that he had underestimated his opponent.    

    

However, it seemed impossible for him to leave again. Qin Lang raised his long staff high and swung it down again excitedly.    

    

Seeing the black staff smashing down, the Holy Son could only helplessly raise his long sword again and collide with Qin Lang fiercely.    

    

Boom...    

    

Another intense impact.    

    

This time, Qin Lang was sent flying a few meters away, his face flushed red.    

    

"Qin Zhenren!"    

    

Lee Xuankong and Jian Qiuling were shocked. This was the first time they had seen Qin Lang being forced back by an enemy.    

    

"Qin..."    

    

Fairy Zitao saw Qin Lang being sent flying and shouted anxiously.    

    

"Hahaha, it's fine. Come again!"    

    

Qin Lang was very excited and waved the Celestial Sphere Staff back and forth again.    

    

On the other side, before the Saint Son had the time to raise the Saint Sword, with a 'wow' sound, he spat out a large mouthful of purple blood.    

    

As the blood sprayed out, the Saint raised the Saint Sword in his hand with great difficulty.    

    

Bang...    

    

A heavy impact smashed the Holy Son and his sword into the deep sea.    

    

"F * ck, is he still human? This guy is definitely a god of slaughter!"