At this time, the prosperity of the Holy Holy See of the Holy See greatly beyond Zhao Fan's expectation. It turned out that the number of holy realms in the West was also a lot!
Dongfang Yinmen, the strong person who really entered the holy realm is about five hundred or down, without the sanctuary but has the power of the sanctuary, but there are very few, but it can be ignored.
On the other hand, half of the combat power of the Holy Realm, half of the realm have not been sanctified.
This is really not as good as the West.
Zhao Fan nodded secretly, hiding too deep.
However, the sacred power in the Holy Land should have some kind of constraints to show up in the outside world, just like the monks in the Dongfang Yinmen.
Bishop of the University of Yi presided over the overall situation, and even the seat of the pope "vacant" to this day.
"Hi, Marshall, didn't you come yesterday? Why are you here again today?" Said an old man with a white beard.
"Elder Rose." Marshall's attitude was judged as two when facing Beros outside.
The old man of the white beard glanced at the old man, and said with a bright look, "It's great, and he has captured a blood prince, haha, it is indeed the only man who has awarded the medal of God's family in 150 years."
"Thank you elders." Marshall's solemn salute.
"Go, go." The old white beard passed the side and let the road open.
On the way Zhao Fan was detained to the Temple of Guangming, it also attracted a large number of power people and angels.
Marshall was like an incarnation of an inter -turnover. When he saw people, he talked warmly. The five -minute journey took almost two hours before leaving.
Zhao Fan's heart is depressed, and it feels like being shown by the street. Fortunately, the current image is the Prince of the Blood family, otherwise it will have chopped the god cage in one palm long ago and killed the Quartet in the bright sacred land.
There are many combat power here.
However, for Zhao Fan, who is on the halo of the strongest door on the head, it is a group of black people. If you just a knife, you can put down the blockbuster. If the cost of changing the cost is "the silence of the sun", it is estimated that it will be destroyed directly.
But Zhao Fan did not have such a plan. The purpose of his trip was for grandma, and the other was Lily. If he could not solve it, try not to do it.
After all, the existence of the Holy See may be basically the same as the significance of Shenjimen in the East.
Before the name of the Shenji Gate died, it was hated by Tiandi Avenue to this day. Even the other party will take the opportunity to jump out and brush the presence when Lin Yandu. Now it will be destroyed.
Then, then
It is worth mentioning that the Holy See is the spokesperson that there is only a certain possibility, not absolutely, only Zhao Fan's speculation.
His speculation is not groundless, the world, half of the east, half of the west, all have their own characteristics of extraordinary systems. It is impossible for Tiandi Avenue to let it go.
At this moment, a silver needle appeared in Marshall's hand, and he shot into the ruling cage after throwing his hand. After inserting the bat wings, he scorned: "The dirty stupid bat, wake up."
Zhao Fan opened his eyes in appearance, while hateful, he said weakly: "Damn red robe dog, what is this?!"
"My Holy Land of the Holy See." After Marshall said, it refers to the magnificent palace that was close at hand, "and" the front is the Temple of Guangming. "
"Rubbish!"
Zhao Fan took a sip and closed the eyelids.
"Don't misunderstand, I'm in humanitarianism, let you temporarily restore awakening, in order to admire the style of the Temple of Guangming."
Marshall smiled disdainfully, and looked at the angel guard beside him. "Please notify it, I captured a blood prince, and I needed to meet the Pope."
"good."
The angel guard turned into the temple, and soon came out.
Marshall ruling the cage and went directly to the fifth floor.
"Marshall, you did not disappoint me. It is my most correct decision to issue the Medal of God's Family."
"Master Xie praised, I will pour all my life in the glorious mission that I play for you." Marshall put down the lead in his hand.
The Pope of Guangming thought for a moment, and then said, "This time, it is your sixteen contributions, whether to go to the Elder Hall for rewarding or saving, and it is determined by you."
"Then I will retreat first."
Marshall went downstairs without dragging water.
In the hall, there is a bright pope left, oh no, and the bloody bat that Zhao Fan disguised.
"Aisha."
At this moment, the Pope of Guangming called the void sideways.
Immediately after, a touching woman's figure slowly emerged, and in her appearance, there was a beauty that combined the east and the West.
"Aisha?"
Zhao Fan looked at the mixed -race woman next to the Pope, and suddenly lost God.
Because, with the appearance of Aisha, the blood in his body cannot be suppressed as if he is boiling. It is the resonance of the power of blood!
More than that, Grandpa has drawn his grandma's portrait for himself, which is almost exactly the same as Aisha's facial features. Basically, there is no place to get involved ...
grandmother!
She must be grandma!
Zhao Fan stared at the mixed -race woman, but then realized the abnormalities.
Aisha's expression is very rigid, not vivid and natural, just like a machine and a puppet.
Especially when she faced the smile of the Pope, she looked like a conditioned reflex. She was squeezed out.
Zhao Fan once again looked at the eyes of the Pope, with a trace of coldness.
"Prince of Blood, dare you see me like this?"
The latter seemed to be insulted, and the face flashed on his face, "What is your name."
"Zhao Fan."
The big blood -colored bat that was dying in the cage of God's cage suddenly suddenly turned back to the peak as if the stimulant was hit.
"Zhao Fan?"
The Pope of Guangming frowned, he asked unknown: "This seems to be an oriental name, it seems to be a little familiar ... um? You are okay, the weakness starts to install it?!"
"Cooked ears? That's really the honor."
The big blood -colored bat has changed dramatically suddenly, and it has transformed into a young man with east side.
"It's you!"
As soon as the Pope's complexion changed, he couldn't help pointed at the young man in the cage and said, "At first, Huaxia Wusheng, who was decided with Miyamoto Miyamoto, Japan!"
"The news is very spiritual."
Zhao Fan nodded calmly and did not deny his identity. After all, it appeared in the original form, which meant a showdown, and it was not his character to cover up.
"So ..." The Pope of Guangming asked: "Are you intentionally disguised as the Prince of the Blood, and were caught by Marshall to take the opportunity to sneak into the Holy Land?"
"good."
Zhao Fan shrugged his shoulders, and he looked at Aisha next to the other side, saying one word and saying: "Come for her."
"Okay, very good."
The Pope Pope patted the palm of his hand, and the sound of the slamming applauding the whole hall. "Many years ago, a well -known Chinese martial arts also came to the Holy Land and wanted to take Aisha back. His name was Zhao Tianchang. The final result was
Even if I didn't take a move, I couldn't afford it. It was Aisha asking me and letting him leave, and she also presented all her own personality. Now, you are here again.
Let me guess ... you are the grandson of Zhao Tianchang, right? "
"What about it?"
Zhao Fan stood quietly in the ruling cage. His slightly thin body, in the eyes of the Pope, as if letting the slaughter of fish.
The ruling of the god cage was improved by the Pope of Guangming.
Between the Pope of Guangming, he took the control of the control of the god cage back. Therefore, he felt that the Chinese youth was destined to have a hate before it started.
"Last time, Ishara's complete personality as a bargaining chip."
The smile of the bright pope flooded on her face. "This time, she has nothing to reach your life. The most important thing is that Aisha does not know you at all." He asked, "Ai
Sha, I'm right? "
"Yes, Dear Pope." Aisha laughed.
"Sorry, since I am here, I just want to take her back to Huaxia." Zhao Fan said indifferently: "And your pair, I look down on it too much, why do you feel that you have settled me."
"look down?"
The Pope of Guangming tulled the cage across the other side, he pretended to look at each other seriously. After a few seconds, he shook his head and said, "Except for the smooth saying in English, I really did not see where you have something to look at.
At this age, it is indeed a genius when I enter the holy realm. But what I like the most is to stifle the genius, especially the genius of the East, so you are unfortunate. "
"Still? Do you have that ability?" Zhao Fan asked with interest.
"Zhao Fan, maybe you don't know your situation yet?" The Pope of Guangming raised his fingers and decided to decide: "Aisha, tell you this grandson, what is it?"
At this time, Aisha gently introduced: "Ruling the god cage, the seventh -generation Pope is made of hell iron and frost lava, and has the strength of the middle of the holy realm.
After, the stronger the holder, the higher the target limit of the town seal, until the peak of the Holy Realm. The Pope is the half of the gods in the pinnacle of the holy realm. Therefore, the current decision is that the god cage is in control with Marshall.
There are other concepts of the world, and the pinnacle of the holy realm cannot be forcibly broken! "
"Did you hear it?"
The Pope of Guangming smiled ironically: "It was your grandma told you personally, it is by no means an exaggeration!"
Zhao Fan sighed slightly, "Oh ... the Pope of Bright, you forced me."
"How? Little guy." The Pope of Guangming looked at the lonely and helpless look of the young man, and continued to get rid of it: "Thinking that I defeated Miyamoto Shinshi, it was invincible in the world?
Huaxia's words will be given to you, so I know that there will be a day out of the sky? Late! "
The words fall.
Instantly, the smile on the face of the Pope suddenly froze!
Not only that, his eyes were also very staring, as if seeing the most incredible thing in the world as a wooden chicken! As the master of the Holy See, he had never been as bad as at this moment ...
In the eyes of the Pope, the young man walked lightly in front of the two cage columns, raised one hand and held one with both hands, and then pulled towards both sides. Even the muscles on the arms had no stirrules, and he heard a crunch.
The parallel parallel cage column was directly reduced to the shape of an ellipse!
And Zhao Fan took the footsteps, and swayed from the so -called rulings that could not be opened in the so -called sanctuary, and walked out like a walk.
The whole process, the clouds flow.
He smiled and watched the Pope, and asked: "It seems that the quality of this cage is very average ..."