Chapter 285 5. Tushen (first more)

world.

mainland.

Temple.

deep.

Where one person walked, all priests along the way knelt and bowed.

The person who walked by was a petite girl with crystal clear skin. She was 1.5 meters tall and had long hair hanging down to her ankles. The tips of her hair were stroked on the ice-carved jade heel.

Girls are not real girls, regardless of experience or age.

Her name is Xia Xiaosu.

She was born more than a thousand years ago and is now the doomsday pope of the Church of the Dead.

The Church of Death was born out of the Church of Wolf Snake and the Church of Death. Contrary to its name, this church is not evil, but just lets people fear death. The Doomsday Pope will not bring the end, but only demonstrate her power.

At the same time, the Doomsday Pope is just an honorary title, and the word “doom” is a tribute to her mighty power.

In this era, the real pope has someone else, but even the current pope needs to salute her when he sees her.

No one dared to complain why the Doomsday Pope is only 1.5 meters tall.

It is said that the cardinal of the church once proposed that the Doomsday Pope wear hatred to show his dignity, but this proposal was rejected after a round table discussion.

Therefore, the Doomsday Pope is still 1.5 meters tall.

She went to the deepest point and looked at the misty little world. The white-haired bishop bowed her head and said, "They have not yet awakened."

"understood."

The Doomsday Pope just came to confirm, because recently she was suddenly a little restless.

She asked again: "Have the fugitives on the south coast of the mainland settled down recently?"

Bishop White said: "The Mortal Kingdom is building a new city for the refugees to live in. Bishop Ye Fengling has led the temple warriors to maintain law and order. Maybe he will be able to return to debriefing soon. When the construction is completed, you still need your gift. Named to the new city."

Doomsday Pope said: "Let the pope decide, don't ask me."

"You are always so kind, but you don't take fame and fortune." The bishop in white paused. "The Pope prepared a dinner in the inner court to wait for you."

"no need."

"The Pope said that he has important things to discuss with you. It seems to be about the fugitives in the South."

A fugitive from the South?

The doomsday pope thought about it.

The so-called southern fugitives did not come from the land in the south. There is no land in the south, but a dangerous ocean full of mist. In this killing, the nightmare on the ocean far exceeds that on the land.

In short, the ocean is irresistible, there are thousands of feet of waves swallowing ships, there are weird nightmares that eat people's souls, and there are disorderly monsters that grind their teeth and **** blood and kill people like numb.

She doesn't even know where the sea from the south coast leads to, an island? Or the mainland?

Since it was about the "Southern Fugitives", she felt it necessary to listen to it.

Now the pope is her godson, she realized it personally. When she was a child, the pope loved to listen to her religiously reading scriptures under her seat.

But it's just pious.

Since her elder brother disappeared 800 years ago, she has tried to cultivate some offspring, and even try to mingle with those offspring, but no matter who it is, there is a big distance from her, because she is the pope of the doomsday, and no one dares to stand in front of her. Cautiously, carelessly.

Only then did the Pope understand it, or just once again confirmed his "home" and his warmth, which had disappeared from the day his brother disappeared.

She is no longer a sister.

No one would treat her as a younger sister.

No one will have family affection with her in this cold world.

Maybe there were people who coveted her appearance, power, and strength in the past, but now they are gone, because she is the uncrowned king of this continent, and a person whom countless countries and countless sects must respect.

"Take me there."

"Yes, please come with me to the Temple of the Earth first. Bishop Black needs to report to you about the heresy. This will take you half an hour. After that, the Master Narcissus Church that once served you in the temple will take you to a banquet. "

Although the Temple of Death is located to the south of this continent, because of its aura, the weather has not changed, and it still looks like a country of ice and snow thousands of years ago.

The sky light is like a river of blood that has not yet dimmed, quietly spilling on this ancient palace, but in a blink of an eye, it is swallowed and swallowed by large rust-colored clouds.

There was heavy snow and no human temperature.

The doomsday pope is listening to the bishop in black reporting his duties.

But the current pope sits in a secret hall in the corner of the temple.

Here, it is like being isolated from the outside.

The candlelight does not shake or shake, illuminating the mythical murals painted on relief, and the ancient wall stone stand full of historical sense.

There are still many shadows in this secret hall.

Among them is "Bishop Ye Lingfeng, who will not return to report for a while."

The bishop was cutting side by side with the pope, with a cold dagger in his hand against the pope's neck.

The audience is full of shadows.

One of them snorted and walked forward, "Lingfeng did a good job."

The bishop said with a charming smile: "Master, don't make fun of Lingfeng. It is not thanks to the magical dagger that the master gave. If it were not for this dagger, the pope's fate would not be so easily destroyed. The dagger was placed in front of his neck, but after a long battle, it pierced his karma with this dagger, making him unlucky, and now it is making his Law Bodies unable to function. It’s still great."

"Hahaha."

The man laughed, then walked up to the stone platform and stood in front of the pope, showing a handsome face. The corner of his lips curled up, and a wicked smile curled up, "Old things, your Death Temple sits on the entire continent, but There are still so many people who don’t have a living. If it weren’t for Lingfeng, I didn’t know there were so many gold and silver treasures in your treasury.”

Pope: "Who are you?"

The man said coldly: "Why don't you divide the treasures of gold and silver to help others?"

"Step by step, the reason is not so simple. Regarding refugees, we have also coordinated with mortal countries in various places to resettle them. Maybe we have not taken care of them, but we have never ignored them."

"mortal?"

The man couldn't help but sneered, "Sure enough, it's the pope who is aloft. Those people are all mortals? It's a matter of course? Why do you look down on them?"

He suddenly turned away Bishop Ye Lingfeng next to the Pope, Ye Lingfeng understood what he meant, and immediately pierced the pope's shoulder with the sharp blade of that mysterious dagger.

Suddenly, the pope screamed, but he was covered by a hand without making much sound.

This stabbing was not only his physical body, but also his Law Bodies, his level of life, and his fate.

What kind of dagger is this?

How could there be such a dagger in the world?

Immediately afterwards, the man slapped him severely.

The pope only felt severe pain, the whole person had fallen from the seat, gray hair, trembling all over.

Bang! !

The man was merciless and stepped directly on his face, looking down at him, smiling evilly.

The Pope was not panicked. He sighed softly: "If I was right, you should be overseas fugitives landing on the South Bank?

We arranged someone to help you at the first time. Why should we take revenge? "

"save??

En will revenge?

What kind of grace?

We fled with tens of thousands of refugees. I thought I would have a good life, but what about you?

Only giving us the most ordinary houses and the most ordinary food, but living in the palace and eating delicious food, do we really be beggars? "

The Pope was dumb by these words, he didn't know what to say.

The man said: "We come from another continent. There are monsters that oppress us on that continent. That's why we escaped here after nine deaths, but we didn't expect to be treated like this by you?"

The pope stunned: "How have we treated you?"

The man was dumbfounded when he was asked, and said coldly: "You should disperse your property and everything to help us.

Instead of just giving us the most ordinary houses and the most ordinary food, you look down on us!

No, you look down on everyone at all, you still say the mortal kingdom!

Do you think you are not a mortal? "

The pope sighed: "What do you want?"

The man was about to speak again when a voice came from under the stone steps.

"Don't be fussy, just kill, and then you will have to deal with the Doomsday Pope at the dinner party."

When the pope heard the name of the "doomsday pope", he suddenly became angry, his pale hair trembled, and hoarsely shouted: "Why?

Teacher, she has never done anything. The people she has saved and helped in her life are more than you have eaten. What qualifications do you have?"

Bang! !

It was stepped on again.

"qualifications?

You people who regard ordinary people as mortals have the face to ask us? "

The man watched the pope wet his white hair with tears, sneered, and stomped his neck without mercy.

Soon, someone tore off the pope's face and began to make a human skin mask.

The rest began to talk.

"I heard that the Doomsday Pope is very beautiful. Why don't we pay for it? Our nine brothers are blessed and have a hard time at the same time. Wouldn't it be good to have them together?

"I want to pay when I see a woman, old ba, are you licking a dog?"

"Beat her to kneel under our feet, so that it's not a dog lick."

"The following needs to control this huge force. The nine of us are all the best among the transversalists. From the horrible encirclement of the monsters in the southern continent, we have come out of the brothers and united, and their profits will cut money. Together we will work for a better future. "

Speaking of monsters, several people fell silent.

too frightening.

Too strong.

People can't afford the least desire to resist.

It's better here.

Suddenly someone said:

"Brother, if we control the temple, do we really want to disperse our wealth?"

"Of course, we are going to help ordinary people. But" in the darkness, a tall figure groaned, "but except for the villagers who flee with us, are the others considered human?

Listen to us obediently, we know people.

Otherwise, even people are not counted, so what help? "

"Big brother is right. There is no distinction between mortals and nobles in this world. Some are just people and not people. We know people, otherwise they are not people."

"Yes, a man, he should step on the bone mountain and decide the life and death of a country in one word.

Those who dare to destroy the beauty of this world,

He must be punished in the country where he lives, even if one hundred thousand, one million people, and ten million people are killed, they must be made aware of their mistakes. "

"Big brother, will this be bad? After all, they are also flesh and blood"

"Blood and flesh?

Old seventh, remember, we are not the Virgin.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

Those who are hostile to us are no longer humans. They must die, and their families and countries must be buried with them.

Otherwise, what should we do if we become enemies in the future? "

"Yes, Lao Qi, do you think you are the only one who has a kind heart?

When you say this, do you think that you are smart and everyone else is stupid, so you have to be different from us? "

"We are the protagonists of this era. When the nine of us are together, as long as a period of time passes, we will definitely be able to lie still and become stronger and stronger, and then blow up those monsters.

At that time, we can even blow up the world, let the mountains and rivers shatter, the world shatters, and the universe shatters, so that everyone will die under our power.

However, we will not die, we have to transcend this universe. "

"The dinner is about to begin. Let's prepare. As long as we conquer the Doomsday Pope, this continent is ours."

"But, I heard a lot of voices along the way, saying that the Doomsday Pope is actually pretty good"

"pretty good?

Old Qi, have you heard that she is beautiful, so you want to lick the dog?

We all killed the Pope, so naturally we must kill her.

If she does not die, will one day be hostile to us?

If you really feel sorry for her, then let her experience the beauty of love before her death, so that she can die without regret.

Presumably she has never known what love is.

Let her understand before death, it is also the highest grace. "

"This doomsday pope is a **** on this continent, and it is said that it is the condensed image of the faith of the gods, so today, we will kill the god!"

"God Tu!"

"God Tu!"

"God Tu!"

When they said these two words, everyone fell silent, with a fiery light flashing in their eyes.

The gods are aloof, it is time to slaughter her, so that peace and prosperity can be restored on earth.

The nine people just felt passionate.

"For the common people of the world!"

"For peace!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

These nine traversers have gone through many difficulties and stood out from many gods. They all have hidden cards in their hands that others can't imagine. These cards, plus the Death Temple itself, such as Bishop Ye Lingfeng, and many other internal responses, plus The above analysis and understanding of the power of the doomsday pope, and the fact that the palace of the banquet just deviated from the twelve-golden profound formation of the temple of death, was enough.

As for why there are internal responses.

The mysterious power contained in the golden finger and the ambition of the human heart can interweave betrayal, conspiracy, and the darkest hypocrisy.

Temple of the earth.

The black bishop has completed his report.

The narcissus has come, and he will go to the dinner party with the Doomsday Pope.

Xia Xiaosu's heart was calm. When she passed the corridor, she stretched out her hand and pulled out a six-sided snowflake out of the vast snow ocean, feeling the cold melting.

She suddenly remembered a thousand years ago, in the imperial palace of the great merchants of the ancient dynasty, an emperor carrying a lunch box, and a prince confined to chanting.

The two were weak and helpless, sluggishly living in a womb that was overwhelming and treacherous.

Although it is dark, it is still warm because of each other,

That warmth is unforgettable.

The snow is only similar every year, but in the blink of an eye for thousands of years, it is all different.

brother

Are you still alive?

Are you ok?

(End of this chapter)