In the manor, Iris tilted her head and looked at a group of helter-skelter chickens on the ground, flapping their wings and moving their legs, but could only spin in place. The eyes of these chickens revealed the despair and fear that only humans can have.
, you can faintly hear a few weird syllables similar to the common language of the Western continent from their cries.
"It turns out that if a person's soul is sent into a foreign body, he cannot control the new body well."
Yitris squatted on the ground, picked up a little chicken and looked at it for a while, then broke its neck with a 'click' sound: "Send these chickens to the kitchen, make one stew every day, and wait."
My father is back and I want to give it to him to replenish his health."
Several maids were trembling with fear. Just now, Iris had forced the souls of those who invaded the manor into the bodies of these chickens. The desperate curses and sharp cries from those souls scared them to the point of incontinence on the spot.
Now hearing such evil and strange orders from Itris, the maids felt as if they had seen the devil king. Their minds went blank. They just nodded and grabbed the chickens one by one and put them in cages.
Sent to the kitchen.
Yitris turned to look at the sky outside the window, and a cloud slowly slid through the sky. Yitris suddenly frowned, and said to herself: "This is the residence my father prepared for me.
He has not come back. The enemy is coming. Why is this happening? My father said he would come back soon, but why has he not come back until now?"
Slowly walking to the window, Iris's pupils suddenly dilated, almost filling her entire eye sockets. She stared in the direction of Berelli. The fire of life of all creatures within a hundred miles was in her eyes.
appeared in the field of vision.
The ball belonging to Mr. Mo was as hot as magma and as viscous as gold solution. The brilliant and dazzling fire of life left clear traces in the air. These traces started from the main entrance of the manor and rushed all the way to Berellisi.
In the hunting palace on the side, Mr. Mo's fire of life suddenly dimmed, and then dozens of powerful fires of life surrounded Mr. Mo, carrying him all the way back to Borelli and directly entering the Holy Glory Cathedral.
After Mr. Mo's fire of life entered the mountainside below the Holy Glory Cathedral, it suddenly disappeared. It was obvious that there was a powerful magical barrier blocking the leakage of all breath. But no matter how powerful the church is, it has mastered so many wonderful things.
With his magical skills, no one, including the three Yuan Zongs, thought that there were still people in this world who could directly see the traces of a person's fire of life in the air with their 'naked eyes', and then track a person's life.
whereabouts.
"Father, was someone kidnapped?" Iris's long hair floated one by one again, and a heart-stopping evil force roared crazily in her body: "The church...judgment
So... the mother who was burned to death on the stake... is now the father?"
"All the clergy should die!" Idris's body shook, and the next time she appeared, she had already arrived outside the gate of the manor. Then her body shook again, and she actually came directly to Borelli
Outside the north gate.
Several of the Berelli City Guards stationed here subconsciously scolded Itris who appeared out of thin air. Their bodies suddenly shook, their souls let out sharp wails, and an invisible flame burned their bodies.
Their souls were burned to ashes, and they fell limply to the ground at the same time.
The next moment, Idris appeared at the foot of the Holy Glory Mountain of Belali. In front of her was the Holy Glory Cathedral built one after another along the mountain, and hundreds of large and small temples.
Inlaid on the mountain like a bonsai, wide golden stairs connect these large and small temples, and the knights guarding the temples from each temple are lining up on the stone steps to patrol.
Because there was a precedent of the Black Tiger family disguising themselves and sneaking into Shenghui Cathedral and killing all the clergy on Shenghui Mountain, today's Shenghui Mountain's peripheral security force is several times stronger than that of Victory Palace.
Hundreds of knights wearing various colors of armor and coming from twelve different temples were stationed at the entrance of Shenghui Mountain. When they saw a petite and delicate beautiful girl in black suddenly appear in the air, they all exclaimed.
There was a sound. Then they all pulled out their weapons.
"All clergy should die!"
Iris clenched her small fist, and then punched forward lightly. Countless black rays of light spurted out from her fist, and the void was divided into countless frames, large and small. Hundreds of the most powerful people
The Temple Guard Knights, who possessed the lower-level combat power of saints, could not even activate their magical body protection. Their armors, weapons, bodies and souls were cut into countless pieces in an instant.
"Death is your best destination, just like your gods, fall into eternal sleep!"
Idris muttered in a low voice, and then with her hands behind her back, she walked step by step along the blood-stained corridor into Shenghui Mountain. Her little boots were soaked with blood, and every step she took
A clear bloody footprint was left on the ground. With a stiff, expressionless smile, she walked in step by step.
The first temple near the foot of the Holy Glory Cathedral, a minor deputy god of the God of the Ocean, the God of Hurricane, suddenly heard a subtle 'puff' sound, and soon a large amount of blood flowed down the front of the temple.
Water sprayed down the steps in front of the door, and the more than 500 clergymen left behind in the temple were killed by Yitris in an instant.
Humming an ancient lullaby that was popular in the Western continent at least five hundred years ago, Iris walked up the winding mountain road step by step with bloody footsteps. Only countless black lights flashed along the way.
All the clergy who stood in front of her, whether they were powerful cardinals or priest apprentices with powerful positions, were cut into countless pieces.
What is horrifying is that among the people Yitris killed, there were many saint-level masters, but each time Yitris took action, she did not attract the attention of the Eye of the Void. She was like the god of death, quietly invading the Saint.
Huishan was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the souls of countless clergymen were cut into pieces by her.
"All clergymen should die...those who burned their mothers to death should die!"
Iris's beautiful big black eyes had turned a strange red, and the whites of her eyes were covered with a layer of black as deep as the night. She walked lightly and skillfully on the winding mountain road. Behind her, there were hundreds of people.
A large amount of blood continued to flow out of the temple, and the bright red plasma slowly slid down the cliff of Shenghui Mountain, and half of the mountain was dyed red.
In the heart of Shenghui Mountain, in a small stone room, Mr. Mo was stripped down to only a pair of underpants, and was tied to a stone platform with his arms stretched out. The three great Yuanzong, Wright, Chenxi and a few others
The big shots from the Temple of Power were surrounding him, inspecting the various items that had escaped from his portable space ring.
Perhaps this is the wonder of fate. This stone room is the same stone room where Lin Qi was imprisoned and beaten. And Mr. Mo is imprisoned here today, and his situation is a million times more dangerous than Lin Qi's back then.
.
Those who imprisoned Lin Qi back then were only Gerdas, who had just been reincarnated, and Gerdas, who was powerful in heaven. But now, those around Mr. Mo, not to mention those important figures in several powerful temples, are just three of them.
Dayuanzong is an inhuman existence.
Mr. Mo's space ring has a large capacity. It stores a large number of gold coins, blue gold coins, a large number of magic crystals and magic gems, and some are pre-engraved. As long as enough magic crystals are inlaid, powerful magic can be exerted.
Array plate.
The three Yuanzong turned a blind eye to these priceless wealth. At their level, worldly wealth and ordinary treasures, even ordinary semi-artifacts, could no longer attract their attention. They threw these things away casually.
It was all over the floor, constantly taking out new things from the ring.
Some of the account books of the Hermitage Society in Laishan were abandoned; some of Mr. Mo's private correspondence were thrown by a Yuan Zong to an elder of the Dawn Temple next to him, asking him to tell people to read them word by word.
Careful study of words.
Then there were several research manuscripts on the bookcases. All of Mr. Mo's research experiences in secret medicine were recorded on these thick parchments. The three Yuanzong raised their eyebrows in surprise: "Good stuff, more profound than the Temple of Pharmacy.
The heresy inspired by the gods is really unparalleled in terms of occult medicine."
Mr. Mo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Despair enveloped his soul. Despite his ever-changing wit, he didn't know how to escape at this moment. Of course, he still had a way to escape, but that was a last resort.
Not willing to resort to any means.
Several thick volumes of Chuang Shen Lu were taken out, and a Yuan Zong laughed sarcastically: "Chuang Shen Lu, humble and insignificant human beings are not even sure of the true way of power, and they actually want to touch the gods.
Realm, what an arrogant ambition this is!”
Mr. Mo also smiled sarcastically, humble and insignificant human beings? Maybe! Not grasping the true way of power? Maybe!
But he had already succeeded in part, hadn't he? Idris was his brainchild, and that was his achievement.
The same items were taken out from the ring. Suddenly, the bodies of the three Yuanzong froze at the same time. They turned their heads in shock and looked in the direction of the entrance of the stone chamber. A large amount of sticky blood was spraying down the steps in front of the stone chamber.
When it leaks down, the blood of at least thousands of people must be gathered together to form such a spectacular blood spring, like a small waterfall.
Blood gurgled into the stone chamber, and soon more than an inch of plasma accumulated in the small stone chamber.
"What's going on?" asked a Yuanzong in a dry tone: "Has the main church, where the church controls the religious power of a country, actually become a place where anyone can come and go?"
Mr. Mo's body suddenly stiffened, and then he struggled violently.
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