A figure was hiding in the clouds and mist. If Mo Qinglian and Qin Yan'er were here, they would be shocked to find that the mist is the same as Longchi, and they are all made of atomized spiritual energy.
The mountains and fields are full of spiritual energy.
Wangquan Mountain, the third of the seven top spiritual veins in China, lies here.
The world's top cave heaven paradise, legend has it that there is a scene where spiritual energy becomes a spring.
It's a pity that there is no trace of spring on Wangquan Mountain now, only a figure sitting in the mountain, swallowing the spiritual mist in the mountain.
In front of this person, there is a sword, half of which is buried in the ground, and only half of it is exposed. This sword is simple, but the lines on one side seem to have stars, and part of the lines are like trees and rivers.
The young man's long hair is floating and falling to the ground, and his black hair is like a waterfall.
There is a faint golden rune on his forehead, shining slightly, as if he has the dignity of the world.
The eyebrows are narrow and long, not as sharp as the sword eyebrows, not as gentle as the soft eyebrows, but there seems to be a touch of domineering hidden between the eyebrows.
Wearing brocade clothes, among the purple and gold, there is a faint hint of cold armor, and there is a small jade pendant hanging around his waist.
As the breeze blew by, the jade pendant turned over, revealing two lines of fine text.
The years pass by, and a single lineage holds the kingship alone.
Suddenly, the young man's brows that hinted at domineering frowned slightly, and immediately, the pair of eyes that had been silent for several years opened silently.
My eyes opened, and the spiritual mist suddenly dispersed.
In the mountains, if there are dragons roaring and tigers roaring, there are also swords roaring, trying to break through the nine heavens.
…
Outside Death Valley, with a loud noise, the valley split open and people emerged.
High in the sky, Qin Xuan shook his blood wings and looked down at the so-called Death Valley.
"Qing Emperor, this is my farewell. If Qing Emperor needs Miaohua's help, Miaohua will definitely do his best!" Miaohua flew through the air and landed on the ground.
Qin Xuan glanced at Miaohua indifferently, "Yeah!"
He knew that Miaohua was trying to show his kindness, but he didn't care.
Afterwards, Qin Xuan and Qin Yan'er left and returned to the hotel. The black anaconda that had been lying aside for a long time could no longer bear it and jumped onto Qin Xuan's shoulder.
"Qing Emperor, shall we continue the tour?" Qin Yan'er asked.
"No need." Qin Xuan said lightly. It might have been a bit novel at first, but now, he has no thoughts.
He raised his palm, looked at the quietly floating Taotie bones, and smiled faintly.
"Walk!"
Qin Yan'er was startled, "Where are you going?"
Qin Xuan put away the Taotie True Bones and said calmly: "The Holy See of Light!"
As soon as the four words fell, Qin Yaner's face was shocked.
The Holy See of Light was a place she once admired greatly.
She anticipated what the Qing Emperor was going to do, but she couldn't help but ask: "Qing Emperor, do you really plan to go to the Holy See of Light?"
At this moment, the only world-destroying existence in the Holy See of Light was the Pope of Light, who was alone. A complex emotion flashed in Qin Yan'er's eyes.
Qin Xuan walked calmly, "I originally wanted to return to China. If I travel by sea, I should happen to pass by the Holy See of Light."
"Let's destroy it easily!"
Qin Xuan's voice sounded faintly, but the once largest force in the world seemed to be dispersed by the gentle breeze.
Destroyed easily!?
Qin Yan'er's face was shocked, and finally she sighed in her heart.
Is the Holy See of Light destroyed like this?
There were waves in her heart, but she didn't speak a word and followed Qin Xuan quietly.
…
In the Holy See of Light, on the archipelago, it seemed as if there was deathly silence.
Originally a holy place in the world named after a Bible in the morning and a divine bell at night, now it is
The silence is terrifying.
There were even some evil birds flying around, as if the place that once believed in light had become a hellish land.
Faintly, there was even more bloody aura rising into the sky.
The Temple of Light, in this temple, there is an aura of blood evil that lingers.
There was an old man wearing a divine crown, holding a scepter, and his face was full of holiness and mercy.
He looked quietly into the temple, at the corpses, and at the river of blood.
These corpses were the 278 bishops of the Holy See of Light. Outside the temple door, there were even knights whose armors were stained with blood. The knights who once swore to protect the Holy See of Light to the death, now fell to the ground and made no sound anymore.
Bishops, knights, and even believers, young and old, all turned into corpses on these islands.
The once glorious Holy See was now more like hell, with blood, corpses, and evil birds circling and pecking at the carrion.
Only one person is still sitting on the high throne, looking down at this bloody hell like a god.
The scepter in the old man's hand had been stained with blood at some point. The lines in it that were once mysterious and holy among the believers were now flowing slowly like blood. The dragon bones that were once extremely holy seemed to be soaked in blood.
In the sea of blood, the crystal that once illuminated the darkness seemed more like the Eye of Hades.
There was a faint smile on the corner of the old man's mouth. He moved and stepped down from the lofty position of the Pope. He walked out of the temple with blood and corpses under his feet, as if walking through a sea of blood.
No one dares to believe that these thousands of lives were buried in the hands of this bright pope.
No one knew that this spokesman who had sworn to serve the light and the god of light was just the weakest successor under the previous pope before he became the Pope of Light.
The old man once killed the previous pope with his own hands, took away all the power of the pope, and then killed other successors, except for his biological brother, the pope who died in the United States not long ago.
After that, he took power and killed everyone who knew about it, blood flowed into rivers, and took away the power of those strong people.
He took away everyone's strength and life, and achieved his success.
A strong man who has dominated the world for hundreds of years, is number one in the world, and is number one on the Olympus list. What a supreme title.
No one knew that such a title was based on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The old man never thought that he would see such a day and do such behavior again.
He reached the highest peak and saw the blood-stained bell, the majestic islands, and even the river of blood.
He smiled, his smile was as ferocious as that of a devil.
"Qingdi!"
He slowly said these two words, "When I kill you, I will recruit believers again and establish the light again!"
He looked far away and saw the black dot breaking through the sea.
I saw the huge black anaconda, like a dragon coming from the sea, and I also saw Qin Xuan and Qin Yan'er standing on top of the black anaconda.
"bring it on!"
"Dedicate your life and strength to me!"
"In this world, I am God, the only God!"
He looked at the figure breaking through the sea, his words were long and heavy, and his face became more ferocious and terrifying.
"Only me..."
"The only thing that matters is supreme!"
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