Writing A Book and Becoming A God: The Start is Broken, Driving 100,000 Cultivators Crazy to Chase a

Now, as a weak country, who can only be bullied by others, the Chu country, which is sticky to the plate, has suddenly born a world-shattering powerhouse like Ye Xuan. For the first time, those powerful countries that have existed for a long time feel the danger of destroying their country. .

The Vatican has become the center that everyone is attached to. Legend has it that the Vatican is the most sinister and powerful magic, the most terrifying combat power. Everyone can only pin their hopes here, eager to find a way to deal with Ye Xuan from here.

Finally, the door opened.

A strong light surged over, making everyone unable to open their eyes.

When the light dissipated, everyone could barely see what was in front of them, and in the white light, stood a figure in a red robe, wearing a tall hat, a somewhat cumbersome robe inlaid with gems, and a majestic face.

It is the Pope!

It was the Pope who appeared in person!

The crowd cheered for a while. "Zero Twenty"

It seems that there is a way to cure that Ye Xuan!

The comers are very well-known people in their own country, but in this case, they have pinned all their hopes on the Pope and bowed down one after another.

The Pope's face was flushed red, and he looked at everyone coldly, as if he was accepting that honor with peace of mind.

"Everyone, don't panic, a little Ye Xuan, what is this.

"I've figured out a way to deal with him."

The Pope said very confidently, but he looked at everyone with a deep resentment. This damn Ye Xuan, killing so many paladins, has greatly reduced his Vatican strength. Fortunately, the Vatican is still quite prestigious in the Western world. Yes, otherwise, the situation must be quite worrying.

Today, no matter what, he will kill Ye Xuan!

"Everyone, please."

After the Pope finished speaking, the door opened completely, and countless delegates rushed in.

When they arrived at the spacious temple, each delegate found a chair and sat down, anxiously staring ahead, eager for the Pope to come up with some real killer move.

The Pope stood at the top with a smile on his face, with a foggy white crystal ball in front of him. The delegates looked at it curiously, looking at the crystal ball with countless eyes, eager to discover incredible things. The delegates knew that this crystal ball was not ordinary. In the mist, there is a rather terrifying force faintly lingering.

"Then Ye Xuan is more powerful, but he is only a mortal." The Pope had a slight disdain on his face, and his voice quickly spread throughout the entire temple. He is God's closest and most faithful believer. than God!

After hearing this, the representatives did not rush to agree, but stared at it with a questioning expression.

They have seen how Ye Xuan blocked and killed gods, Buddha blocked and killed Buddha, and swept everything in the secret realm.

God.... All the delegates took a deep breath, and they all had some doubts in their hearts. They looked at each other, is something like God really useful to Ye Xuan?

When the Pope saw everyone's suspicion, he secretly hated, this damn Ye Xuan, the power of faith is his main source of the Vatican, but this Ye Xuan, I am afraid that this will greatly reduce the prestige of the gods!

This is simply the act of breaking his life in the Vatican!

If Ye Xuan's corpse is not broken into thousands of pieces, it is really hard to solve the hatred in his heart!

The Pope gritted his teeth with hatred, but still kept a smile on his face: "Now as long as you give a little national luck, this seat has a way to make that Ye Xuan die without a burial.

What? At such a time, let them pay for their national luck?

Everyone looked at each other and didn't speak, but they didn't respond to the Pope's proposal, obviously they didn't believe him.

After all, at this time, they are going to perish.

To ask them to pay for their national fortunes is simply a joke.

"Do you believe me?" The Pope raised his hand with a mysterious smile, and the crystal ball suddenly burst into a powerful force. Everyone stood on the spot, in shock, and bursts of mist filled the air. Then, everyone was shocked.

In the crystal ball...the purest power floats.

All around was golden light.

It made everyone tremble physically and mentally, and the divine soul was almost rippling beyond the sky. In that extreme silence, it seemed that the soul was going to be washed. What shocked everyone was that the crystal ball was flowing with luster, like a thousand thunder and lightning. There are thousands of powers.

It is the perfect combination of technology and magic.

Who can do it? Who can do it?

Everyone was shocked, and there was a lot of discussion below.

The Pope still had a smile on his face, and with a light touch of his finger, the power immediately collided, creating a more splendid luster, "Everyone, the reason why we lost to that Ye Xuan is because we only borrowed the power of God. , not really God.99

"Now, with the existence of such gods, can Ye Xuan really make waves..." the Pope said lightly.

"Sir Pope."

Someone stared at the crystal ball and said cautiously, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, and moving his lips, as if he couldn't believe it: "There are still gods in this world today?"

God, hasn't it fallen long ago?

The corner of the Pope's mouth twitched into a smile: "Of course there are no gods now, but when gods still existed, gods also chose one of the most outstanding human beings in the world as his spokesperson. Although the gods have fallen, they only need to be summoned by special methods. , he can still recall his soul.""

"Let him deal with Ye Xuan for us."

After speaking, the Pope raised his hand, and the scene of the crystal ball changed again. In the crystal ball lay an extremely handsome man with long eyelashes, closed his eyes, and his skin was as pale as snow, as if he was in an abnormal state. In the long slumber, his lips were slightly red.

His face was filled with a somewhat indescribable sense of brokenness, his body was covered with a faint brilliance, and he looked extremely sacred. Everyone held their breath, but couldn't hide their excitement.

That breath...that sense of power is the spokesperson of the real God!

Absolutely can't go wrong.

God has eyes.

This time, Ye Xuan finally collapsed.

A respected old man stood up, his face full of indescribable pleasure, this damn Ye Xuan, killed several of his disciples, and now, he finally found a way to get revenge!

5.2 He laughed.

Flicking his long sleeves, he said respectfully, "Sir Pope, please tell me how I should kill that bastard Ye Xuan."

A smile appeared on the Pope's face again.

"I said, pour the power of your national destiny into the crystal ball, and you will recall this almighty.

Everyone was talking again.

At this time, it is really terrible to ask their national fortune power again!

But the immediate priority is to kill Ye Xuan.

If Ye Xuan didn't die. Sooner or later the world will be annexed by Ye Xuan.

Therefore, after some hesitation and conversation, everyone stood up one after another, kept silent, and contributed their national fortune to the crystal ball.

The energy of the crystal ball instantly filled up, as if the expansion was about to shatter, and countless brilliance gathered in one.