Making Great Fortune Overnight

"Long live Qin Zhenren!"    

Someone shouted loudly, and jumped up in excitement.    

You seem to have another Holy Grail!"    

Qin Lang moved again and arrived in front of the empty hands of the Holy Son. The Holy Son's body trembled and his face changed. A huge ball of light floated out of the red-robed body and instantly flew thousands of miles away.    

"You want to run? Stay behind!"    

Qin Lang tapped his shoulder, and with a divine ability and secret technique, the golden Flying Sword exploded. Like a rocket, it chased after the ball of holy light.    

Boom!    

The ball of white light was caught up by the golden Flying Sword in the blink of an eye. With a loud explosion, the white light shattered into countless motes of light and dissipated into the air. A palm-sized golden cup spun in the air and fell towards the sea. It was the Holy Grail that had been abandoned by the Holy Son.    

Qin Lang waved at the holy grail, and the holy grail floated towards Qin Lang.    

"The Holy Son lost?"    

The red-robed man had already restored his archbishop appearance. He looked at the scene in front of him in shock. The moment he saw the Holy Grail fly towards Qin Lang, he suddenly took out a scepter. He instantly chanted an incantation, and a holy light enveloped Qin Lang's body.    

"Great Art of Destruction!"    

The Great Art of Destruction in the red robe was like a black hole, swallowing all the ice floating in the air. When the ice met the Great Art of Destruction, it evaporated into thin air, and the ice on the surface of the sea also dropped by a few meters.    

"Hm? I knocked away a cockroach, and now there's another reptile!"    

Qin Lang pulled out the Celestial Sphere Staff once again, and directly slapped towards Red Robe.    

"Twelve Evolutions Divine Staff!"    

Qin Lang's battle had killed four Golden Core Realm Sea Realm experts, slaughtered the Western European archbishop, beat the Holy Son away, and snatched three Holy Artifact. He had completely displayed his might in the world!    

Retrieving the Celestial Sphere Staff , Qin Lang held Fairy Zitao's waist with one hand and took a step forward, stepping towards Western Europe!    

"Dead! All dead!"    

A veteran Divine level expert muttered, his heart incomparably shocked.    

"Where did Reverend Nan Zong go?"    

The other Divine level expert could not suppress the shock in his heart. He looked at Qin Lang who was holding Fairy Zitao and asked in puzzlement.    

"I don't know. Look at the direction. He went to the west!"    

"West?"    

The Divine Sense of the few Divine level experts spread out and spread out, but they could no longer sense Qin Lang's figure.    

"What incredible speed!"    

"Should we go and take a look?"    

Jian Qiuling and Lee Xuankong looked at each other. At the same time, they took a step forward and chased west together.    

"Where are we going?"    

Fairy Zitao looked at Qin Lang in shock. Although it was only the first time she saw him, she felt that the two of them were as close as if they had not seen each other for many years. This feeling was very strange and made her feel intoxicated.    

"That descendant of the Light Clan dares to hurt you. I will go and kill him!"    

Qin Lang had a determined look on his face. He brought Fairy Zitao along and stepped into the air. Various buildings with different styles flashed past under their feet. The scenery was like a painting, making people feel like they were connected.    

"So beautiful!"    

When Fairy Zitao was in the cultivation world, although she was also able to fly around freely, she did not see such a foreign style. She could not help but praise.    

"In this life, I will only smile for you, so what if I slaughter the entire world!"    

Qin Lang looked at Fairy Zitao's smile and the corner of his mouth also revealed a trace of a smile. The two of them landed in front of a classical cathedral as if they had entered the mortal realm. Countless foreigners raised their heads to look at the couple. Cries of alarm rang out.    

"Heavens, immortals!"    

"The gods of the East, the gods of the East, went to the cathedral, we all went to take a look!"    

"Lord, there are actually deities who came to our cathedral!"    

At the entrance of the cathedral, Qin Lang and Fairy Zitao stood at the entrance of the cathedral. For a moment, the entire cathedral rang with the sound of bells.    

At this time, there were more than a dozen grandmaster-level powerhouses in the cathedral.    

Qin Lang did not suppress his divine sense and directly covered it, scaring the dozen or so grandmasters until their hair stood on end.    

A dozen or so bishops dressed in grey linen ran out one after another, looking at the two people standing in front of the door in shock, looking at each other covetously.    

"Powerhouses from the east, why did they come to our cathedral to cause trouble?"    

A cardinal looked at Qin Lang and asked in fear.    

"Your son hurt my true love, I came specifically to find him to seek revenge!"    

Qin Lang said coldly.    

"What? The Saint injured someone? This Eastern powerhouse, are you talking nonsense? The Holy Son is a deity. Even if he hurts people, it is also a divine punishment. If the deity hurts people, it means that you have committed many crimes. Only the deity..."    

Before the bishop could finish speaking, he saw Qin Lang raise his sleeve. Before the bishop could even scream in pain, he exploded into a mist of blood and dissipated in the air.    

"How dare you kill someone at the entrance of our church? God will not let you go."    

Several of the bishop in grey took a long time to react. One by one, they raised the scepter in their hands in fear.    

"A bunch of ants!"    

Qin Lang raised his sleeve again and swept it. The cardinal who had just spoken turned into a cloud of blood mist and floated in the air.    

"Ask your Son to come out!"    

Qin Lang killed one person with each step and walked towards the church with Fairy Zitao.    

In front of the long church garden, several grey bishops stretched out their hands at the same time, wanting to stop Qin Lang, but just as they attacked, they all turned into a pool of blood.    

"Devil, this is a devil!"    

The few small priests were all shocked, each of their legs swinging, as if they wanted to find a hole to hide in.    

More than a dozen grandmasters, in front of Qin Lang, died without even making a single move. If this person wasn't a devil, what else could he be? No wonder God wanted to punish him.    

"Almighty God, the devil has descended. Please come out and save your disciple!"    

A small priest knelt down and prayed.    

"If you knew that your so-called god is just an ordinary person with a low cultivation realm, you wouldn't be so pious."    

Qin Lang said to the small priest with a sneer. He continued to walk forward and walked to the center of the garden.    

In the center of the garden was a huge cross. On the cross was a statue of the victim.    

Qin Lang had just walked here when his eyes suddenly flashed. Two archbishops wearing red linen robes appeared.    

Several priests looked at the two archbishops that appeared out of thin air and felt rather strange.    

There was only one Arch-Cardinal in the cathedral. Since when were there two more Arch-Cardinals?    

Some priests stared at the two elderly Arch-Cardinals and looked again and again. Suddenly, the portraits of the two cardinals hung inside the cathedral rang out!    

"The 58th archbishop of the cathedral, Bishop Asikov!"    

"The 76th archbishop, Saint Cigarkov!"    

"Heavens, it's actually the two archbishops in history, they're actually still alive!"    

"My Lord is wise. Knowing that a demon has descended, he specially resurrected two archbishops to slay demons and vanquish demons!"    

Several priests saw the two old men whose hair had fallen off and cheered excitedly, as if Qin Lang had already been defeated by them.    

"Immortals from the east, why have you come to my cathedral to cause trouble?"    

Cardinal Sykov, who stood on the left, opened his dry mouth. His aged face was full of wrinkles like a chrysanthemum, and his words carried an ancient charm.