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After the ancient war of gods, during the era of destruction, there were strong men who survived in the world, followed the beliefs of the gods, and spread the teachings among all living beings. These strong men were the first batch of divine envoys, the first disciples of the gods.
I don’t know how many years passed, but 208 divine messengers gathered in the Holy Mountain, the fundamental place of the present church, and the church was formed. These 208 divine messengers all have the reputation of "dazzling the pope" in the history of the church.
Titles are a priesthood that is more noble than saints. They are extremely noble and are located above all the popes, elders, saints, cardinals and other clergy in the church.
They are called "Yuan Zong", which means the beginning of the church era and the sect of the gods' faith.
For countless years, the history of the 208 Yuan Sect has long been turned into a legend. Then, under the exaggeration of generations of church clergy, it has turned into a legend and a myth. In the end, it only exists in ancient books.
.Except for those old scholars who look for chapters and excerpts, not many people in the Western continent know the origin of "Yuan Zong".
Mr. Mo is undoubtedly such a sage!
He vomited blood, and two streams of blood spurted out from his nostrils. The power in his body continued to drain away, five or six ribs were broken in his chest, and all the bones in his body were moaning, with that kind of heart-breaking pain.
, Mr. Mo has not experienced this for how many years?
Since... since that year, the Punishment Knights burned down the ancestral castle of Mr. Mo's family, tortured his beloved wife and sent him to the stake. They also hunted Mr. Mo all over the world, forcing him to become like a
He lingered in the gutter like a dead dog, and finally struggled to escape. Since that period of darkness, Mr. Mo has never suffered such pain again.
Taking a deep breath, the blood that Mr. Mo spurted turned into golden crystal as soon as it came out of his mouth.
The attacks released by the three Yuanzong through their own eyes severely wounded Mr. Mo, who had reached the peak of his demigod strength. The terrifying divine power invaded Mr. Mo with the power of exterminating all heretics and assimilating all energy of different attributes.
The blood in Mr. Mo's body was quickly assimilated by divine power, causing the blood clots he sprayed out that had lost their vitality to be assimilated into crystals with divine attributes.
"Yuan Zong!" Mr. Mo smiled miserably: "Where did you come from? If I say that purple-striped dragon bone bismuth has nothing to do with me..."
The withered lips wriggled slightly, and a Yuanzong whispered: "The words of mortals should not be trusted. Your blood, your bones, your flesh, your spirits, and your souls are filled with original sin,
Full of sins. Full of evil. Your words cannot be trusted. Let us take out your soul and torture all the memories in the origin of your soul. Only then will it be truly trustworthy."
Mr. Mo's body suddenly stiffened. He stared at the passage that his body had broken through, the wall that had penetrated, the collapsed and shattered tree trunk, and the tunnel in front of him that was still emitting an extremely high temperature, and was covered by his body.
The tunnel that was knocked open.
According to legend, these old monsters in the church are all monsters with no humanity at all who are dedicated to killing all heretics. Today I saw it. It is indeed the case. Mr. Mo admits that he is also one of the giants in the Western Continent, and he also has it in his hands.
With extremely huge resources and huge power, he is a worthy target for any big force to bribe and win over.
But these three immortal old freaks, who even look like zombies, have no intention of making peace with Mr. Mo. They took out Mr. Mo's soul and searched for the fundamental memory in the origin of his soul.
, this is clearly meant to drive Mr. Mo out of his wits!
The sound of gentle footsteps continued to approach, and the three great Yuan Sects slowly approached with a large number of clergy. The Eye of the Void loomed high in the sky, and a huge force of confinement restricted the surrounding void. Mr. Mo's body trembled slightly,
A dark golden light shone on the surface of his skin, and he wanted to try to tear open the void and escape, but the void sealed by the Eye of the Void was so solid that Mr. Mo, who had been severely injured, could not even shake the surrounding air.
"Stupid mortal!" A Yuan Zong walked forward slowly. He looked coldly at Mr. Mo who was deep in the mountain and said in a low voice: "It's strange? It's surprising? Having the power of the peak of the Enlightener means having what you call
Why is the peak power of a demigod so vulnerable?"
"Confusion fills your soul! Pain is tormenting your fragile heart! Mortal knowledge, mortal strength, mortal soul, poor mortal!" The Yuan Zong slowly released his energy breath, and then silently
The gentleman looked at him in great shock!
This old guy, the aura he releases is at most comparable to that of a lower-level demigod! Compared with the power possessed by Mr. Mo, it is undoubtedly the difference between a small stream and an endless ocean. But even such a person's strength is far more powerful than Mr. Mo's.
The pitifully weak old man, he just released an inconspicuous attack through his own eyes, but actually severely injured Mr. Mo!
Mr. Mo smiled bitterly, shook his head and said: "Shameless, did the Yuan Zong of the church also rely on poison to defeat the enemy?"
The three Yuanzong laughed sarcastically. They shook their heads gently, but they did not bother to explain this problem.
Instead, Wright Chenxi stepped forward. He smiled gently at Mr. Mo and said, "It was my idea to use the Mermaid Empire's Tears of Love. Because I didn't know that the three Yuanzong had also come here. In the Holy Light
When His Majesty I issues an edict for your audience, I will prepare my lover's tears."
With a low smile, Wright Chenxi spread his hands: "The Lover's Tears have seeped into the spring water used to make tea and can no longer be extracted. Instead of waiting for a day and a night for its effectiveness to be completely lost, it is better to use it on you.
.”
Awe looked at the three Yuanzong, and Wright Chenxi said softly: "Using the poison of the fallen angel to deal with you has nothing to do with the will of the three Yuanzong."
Mr. Mo looked up and sighed: "So, do the three Yuan Zong really have the ability to defeat me head-on with the power of a lower-level demigod?"
The three Yuanzong laughed at the same time. They were like ancient giants who laughed when they saw a baby waving a wooden knife and wanted to challenge them. One Yuanzong smiled dryly and said: "We know your doubts.
, I know your confusion and your confusion. However, we are not obligated to answer these questions for you!"
"Mortals who are lost in hypocritical power, you are not qualified to contact the true way of power!" The three Yuanzong burst out with bright smiles: "We are very happy that on the first day of our brief awakening, we can get
The news about Purple Dragon Bone Bismuth shows that you have all gone further and further on the wrong path of power! We are very happy!"
Mr. Mo struggled to sit up. He threw away the words about Purple Dragon Bone Bismuth and just stared at the three Yuan Zong with wide eyes: "Wrong way of power? The path we are taking is all wrong? Do you think you
Who is he? A god!"
The Yuanzongs showed strange smiles and looked down at Mr. Mo like real gods.
Mr. Mo stood up with difficulty and staggered out of the small corridor created by his body. He stared at the three Yuanzong and said word by word: "The Purple Striped Dragon Bone Bismuth has nothing to do with me.
It has nothing to do with my disciples. Wrong way of power, what are you hiding?"
Mr. Mo's body was twitching slightly, and a trace of strange light was swirling rapidly in his eyes. His huge soul burst out with brilliant light at this moment. A powerful being with enough strength can
From the soul level, I saw that Mr. Mo's body was wrapped in a ball of scorching fire.
His heart was beating violently, beating nearly a hundred times faster than ordinary people. Every time his heart beat, it released huge power swirling around him. There was a looming mermaid silhouette above Mr. Mo's head.
Emerging, traces of water vapor with a strange and fragrant fragrance slowly emerged from the top of his head. He took a deep breath, and the broken ribs on his chest kept aligning the cracks with a 'click-click' sound, and the bones were moving in a shocking way.
Healed quickly.
"Mortal, you are trying to touch an existence that you shouldn't touch!" A Yuan Zong raised his left hand and slowly pointed his palm at Mr. Mo: "You have been confused for a long time at the peak of the enlightener, right?
It’s a pity that you can’t reach the top smoothly if you follow the wrong path.”
A ray of golden light erupted from Yuan Zong's palm. This golden light, which was only equivalent to a full-strength strike of a lower-level saint, followed a strange trajectory and miraculously penetrated the feet-thick dark golden aura wrapped around Mr. Mo's body.
The wave accurately penetrated his navel and spurted out from behind him.
With a slight blow, Mr. Mo's spine suddenly broke, and his lower body suddenly lost control, and he sat on the ground in a panic.
Holy Light I blinked his eyes in surprise, and Wright Chenxi and several other clergymen from divine families showed extremely strange expressions on their faces. They quickly looked at the church elders and archbishops who were not from divine families around them.
Glanced at it.
"What the wrong way of power brings is false power!" Yuan Zong, who took action, sneered sarcastically: "False power, so what if it has the aura of the peak of the Enlightener? A knife that is sharp enough,
You can easily dismember a giant dragon into pieces of flesh. Poor mortals, confused mortals, mortals destined to perish! Only by throwing yourself into the embrace of my god can you get true..."
The three Yuanzong sighed at the same time: "True detachment, real power, facing the real world!"
As they sighed, no one even felt the slightest fluctuation of power. Mr. Mo's wrists were broken, his ankles were broken, his elbows were smashed, and his knees suddenly split with more than a dozen bloody wounds. His whole body was seriously injured.
His joints were broken one after another, and blood spurted out from his body.
Mr. Mo fell to the ground slumped, and he groaned feebly: "Eatrice...run away..." (To be continued...)
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