Fighter of the Destiny

Do you know what you're doing?

The sound leaked out from between the Pope's lips, no longer like the sound of water before, it was biting and cold.

Chen Changsheng looked into his eyes and said seriously: I know exactly what I am doing.

He acted very calm, but in fact he was very nervous. The hand holding the armrest of the wheelchair was trembling slightly, and even the color on his face became lighter due to emotion.

He did not use the method of burning swords, but controlled the mobilization of true energy to a certain extent to ensure that the speed of true blood seeping out of the body was not too fast.

But the most powerful person in the world, like His Majesty the Pope, can naturally smell his blood at such a close distance.

The sea of ​​stars in His Majesty's eyes has turned into a violent galaxy.

Chen Changsheng was taking risks, risking his life, even dangers beyond this level.

He did it on purpose.

There is no way to know exactly the master's intentions. His uncle, the Pope, is his most important elder in this world, but he is also the person he can least trust.

The Pope previously said that the Archbishop of Merissa had no ill intentions towards him, but what about himself?

He must clearly know what the pope's attitude is towards him, and whether he has good intentions or bad intentions towards him.

If the Pope has ill intentions towards himself, then the greatest benefit he can get from himself is to eat himself.

This kind of temptation and desire is much more important than the throne, and much more important than power.

What exactly will the Pope do?

He quietly looked at the violent stars in the Pope's eyes. The nervousness gradually dissipated, leaving only peace, true peace.

The Pope looked at him, and the violent stars in his eyes became more and more terrifying, as if he could swallow up the entire world at any time.

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Xu Yourong stood in the light, quietly looking at the murals on the wall, raising his head, but not looking up.

The mural depicts twelve sages. These twelve sages are not all saints, but they have played an extremely important role in the history of the state religion, and their status is even higher than that of saints.

It is said that this stone wall that is tens of feet high and the materials used for paintings are mixed with sky stone chips. As long as there is a little external light source, it can stimulate infinite light.

So no matter day or night, it is always so bright and solemn here.

Suddenly, the light in the hall became brighter, even a little dazzling.

Xu Yourong squinted his eyes slightly, his beautiful eyes were like willow leaves and sword blades.

She felt the violent energy in the light and opened her arms.

There were two soft snaps, Tong Gong was held in her left hand, and Zhai Sword was held in her right hand.

Whoosh!

The white wings spread out behind her and fluttered slowly.

In addition to the Twelve Sages, there are also many saints and divine messengers painted on the murals.

The divine envoy at the top looked indifferent, but his eyes were extremely violent, as if he wanted to devour all life in front of him.

This god brings about destruction.

Looking at the divine envoy in the mural, Xu Yourong looked calm.

After standing in the Hall of Light for this period of time, she had not completely repaired the injuries in her body and restored her true energy and holy light, but she was ready to fight.

She has forcibly raised her realm to the peak, with Tong Gong on the left, Zhai Sword on the right, and both wings flying together.

If the battle really begins, she will burn her Tianfeng true blood at all costs.

Although she has not gathered stars yet, in this state, even if Guan Bai uses the strongest Tiandao Sword, he may not be her opponent.

However, her opponent in this battle was not Guan Bai, nor the angel of destruction in the mural, but the old man behind the stone wall of the mural.

That old man is the strongest man in the world.

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It is separated from Guangming Main Hall by a wall.

The Pope stood in front of the wheelchair and looked at Chen Changsheng. The stars in his eyes were rushing wildly, and the expression on his face was unusually indifferent, like a ruthless and ignorant god.

Chen Changsheng knew that the most critical moment had come, and he felt more relaxed.

The truth was hidden behind the night, and he couldn't see it clearly with his wisdom, so he chose to use the most brutal method to tear open the night, even if it was just a corner.

Suddenly, the sound of water stopped.

Previously, clear water kept falling from the wooden ladle suspended in the air into the green leaves in the basin.

Chen Changsheng had seen the Pope water Qingye several times and knew that the water in that wooden ladle seemed endless.

However, the water in the wooden ladle seems to be empty today.

At the moment when the sound of water stopped, the Pope's body trembled slightly, and the incomprehensible starlight marks that fell on his linen clothes, like runes, were deformed and somewhat blurred.

The violent galaxy deep in the Pope's eyes also froze at that moment.

The night wind blows the green leaves gently, and the stars illuminate the night sky. I don’t know how many historical truths are hidden in the old wrinkles, gradually deepening...

The Pope closed his eyes.

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Taoist Siyuan, several red-clothed archbishops and more priests from the palace were outside the Guangming Main Hall at this time.

They had already noticed something strange in the palace, especially the violent energy emanating from the light outside the palace, which made them even more frightened.

In the holy light, they vaguely saw a pair of white wings unfolding behind Xu Yourong. It was a shocking thing to witness the advanced awakening of the legendary Tianfeng bloodline with their own eyes, but they were unable to appreciate it at this time. A feeling because they know something big is going to happen.

Taoist Siyuan could no longer stay where he was, and rushed toward the thousands of rays of light in the hall with a chill in his face.

As a giant of the state religion, he possesses super strength at the peak of gathering stars, and is only half a step away from the sacred realm. Those lights containing violent energy cannot stop his steps.

However, when he came to the depths of the hall, he didn't know what he should do.

He vaguely knew something big was happening, but he didn't know what it was.

The white wings swayed slowly. Xu Yourong held a bow in her left hand and a sword in her right hand. Her calm expression concealed the solemnity of facing a powerful enemy, but she did nothing in the end.

It is impossible for Taoist Si Yuan to take action first in this situation. You must know that Xu Yourong is a southern saint and has the same status as the Pope in the state religion. If he takes action first without asking the reason, it would be extremely disrespectful, even It can be said to be a heinous crime.

Xu Yourong really didn't do anything, he just looked at the murals on the stone wall quietly.

She felt clearly that although the light overflowing from the mural was still blazing, the violent feeling was gradually returning to silence.

She looked at the mural quietly, and the people in the mural also looked at her quietly.

In addition to the God of Destruction and the saints in the clouds, there are also twelve sages standing on the ground, sympathizing with the sufferings of the world.

The eyes of those sages were so clear and bright, and their expressions were so gentle and compassionate.

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The Pope opened his eyes, and the violent stars in the depths of his eyes had disappeared, and the vast sea of ​​​​stars could not be seen, only a clear sky.

His eyes were so clear and bright, and his expression was so gentle and compassionate.

He turned around and walked towards the green leaves in the basin, took out the wooden ladle from the air, filled a ladle of water in the pool, and poured it into the basin.

The green leaves that had turned a little yellow due to the violent aura at a certain moment suddenly turned green again.

The Pope filled another ladle of water from the pool and poured it on himself, making him wet from head to toe.

He filled another ladle of water and walked to the wheelchair.

Water drops were dripping down his white hair, and the soaked linen clothes clung to his body, revealing his old and thin body.

With a crash, the Pope poured all the water in the wooden ladle onto Chen Changsheng's head.

The Night Palace was dark, with very little sunlight, and the water in the pool was extremely cold. Chen Changsheng was so excited that he was soaked to the skin.

A faint heat mist rose from the surface of his body, but it could not float far, and was dispersed into nothing by the pope's gentle flick of his sleeves.

His hot body immediately returned to normal temperature, and the blood that was seeping out of his body was suppressed.

The Pope put the wooden ladle back to its original place, took two dry towels and gave one to Chen Changsheng.

I now know why your master named you Changsheng. The Pope wiped off the water stains on his face and said to Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng wiped his face and said nothing.

Sure enough, if I eat you, it is possible to gain immortality. The pope's voice was very calm.

Chen Changsheng looked at the slightly wet towel in his hand and said, Master said that was the reason why the soul entered the essence and blood. Actually, I don't really believe it.

Everyone has a soul. Who can be so moving? What makes you unique is that you have countless holy lights in your body.

The Pope looked at him with extremely distant eyes, as if looking at another world.