After becoming a disciple of the Pope

Above the towering clock tower, two pairs of eyes watched closely what happened below, one pair was excited with excitement, while the other pair was shocked with fear.

A man in a black cloak, the hood was blown off by the strong wind, revealing a long silver hair, fluttering messily in the wind, he walked step by step in the herd of beasts like mountains and seas under the moonlight, the strange beast in front of him They seemed to see the nemesis, and they made way for him one after another.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a calm boat in the continuous black waves, strangely stable.

"Who is that...?" Feng Gan stared at that person almost blankly. Scenes that exceeded his expectations happened one after another. He was almost numb to everything in front of him, but he still couldn't hide it when he saw this person. Shocked look.

"Hehe, you've been by that person's side for so many years, don't you even recognize his appearance?" The man in the shadow mocked a few times with a hoarse voice, "Of course it's our great Pope Your Majesty, and it is genuine."

"Impossible! The Pope is obviously—" Feng Gan shook his head in confusion, his eyes quickly glanced between the real and fake Popes, he grabbed a handful of hair, and said angrily, "What did you do? !"

"Just watch, don't worry, something good will happen soon." Heiying glanced at him calmly, then cast his gaze to the center of the herd again, and said with a smile, "In front of so many believers, show the fox Tail', it must be very exciting, the battle between the soul and the body, will the spirit overwhelm the body, or the body will destroy the spirit? Ah, what an exciting scene..."

Feng Gan glared at him in disgust, and cursed secretly, what a lunatic!

Seeing that His Majesty the Pope was injured, the chaotic crowd erupted into even greater turmoil. Anger, panic, fear and despair climbed onto people's faces one after another, even overshadowing the joy and hope of the Central Cavalry Army's arrival.

I don't know who in the crowd was the first to say the prayer, and then the voice of the prayer began to spread piece by piece, and finally gathered into a continuous undulating tide like ocean waves, as if they could draw infinite courage and the power of unity from it.

But at this time, a strange scene appeared—there was an identical His Majesty the Pope? !Which is true?Which is fake again?

The voices of doubt and cursing destroyed the prayer and chanting, and the atmosphere in the venue became noisy and irritable again. People couldn't believe what they saw and heard, and they were even more afraid of the disaster and death brought by the beast tide. If even His Majesty the Pope falls...how hopeless would it be?

Relying on Ye Shaoqing's support, Ye Zheng managed to maintain a standing posture, his face became paler and paler, and the flame patterns on his forehead became increasingly dim. His eyes were like frosty arrows, and he shot straight at the slow-moving figure on the opposite side. But as if he couldn't feel the killing intent in his eyes at all, he ignored all obstacles and walked towards them numbly and stiffly without stopping.

Ye Shaoqing's eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and her heart, which had been calmed a little by the arrival of reinforcements and antidote, sank again. When she spoke, her voice was as dry as cracked rock and soil after a long drought.

"Is that... your body?"

Ye Zheng narrowed his eyes, and said in a low voice: "It's not an ordinary puppet technique. The performer must be nearby, at least within the line of sight. Oh, should I thank this person for taking great pains to preserve my body?"

Ye Shaoqing said categorically: "Don't be brave, your current state must be treated immediately, you can't face him head-on, leave this to Zhang Junbai and the others, I will take you away, immediately, immediately!"

Ye Zheng patted the back of his hand reassuringly, and said softly, "I am the Pope, I can't leave. You leave here first, don't worry, I'll be fine."

The arm under the palm trembled slightly, he was in pain...

Extremely suppressed pain.

What kind of pain is it, that even if he is as strong and steady as Ye Zheng, he still can't control his body?

Ye Shaoqing turned his face to look at Ye Zheng. At this moment, he could clearly feel the pain that was happening in the other person's body, but he still didn't mention it. He still maintained his brain's thinking and analysis, and even comforted himself in turn. anxiety and worry.

Ye Shaoqing suddenly felt a burst of hatred, and this negative emotion rose up for no reason. He hated the traitor who hurt Yezheng, hated the wind that fueled the flames, hated Wen Ping who brought despair, and even more hated himself who could not replace him!

This hatred swept through his sea of ​​consciousness like a gust of wind, and in a daze, he seemed to hear that weird call again, continuous and ethereal, urging one after another, like anxious raindrops, like rolling waves.

wake up...

Ye Shaoqing frowned and shook his head, but the feeling of dizziness and boredom lingered like a shadow.

Xiaoji had already spread his wings and landed beside the chariot. He collected himself, grabbed Yezheng's hand forcefully, and said forcefully, "No, I can listen to you normally, but this time you must listen to me, come with me ! You don't have a second body to give up this time!"

Ye Zheng stared intently at the approaching puppet corpse, and said sternly: "The other party is coming after me! As the leader of the Holy See, I cannot abandon the Holy See and the believers!"

Ye Shaoqing gritted her teeth and growled: "But I don't care about them, I only care about you!"

I never want to go back to the past when I was alone, I never want to be isolated from the world, I never want to be alone!

I do not want to lose you……

"..." Ye Zheng turned around and stared blankly at his beloved disciple, suddenly smiled brightly, and sighed helplessly, "Little idiot, I don't know whether to be happy or disappointed at this time."

In just a few words, Yezheng's manipulated body finally came to the front. His dim eyes stared at them without blinking. Divine arts bloomed in the air like gorgeous fireworks, but what the bright light brought was the prelude to death.

The indiscriminate range attack fell to the ground in an instant. Except for a small area protected by the protective magic circle propped up by Ye Shaoqing, the crowd and strange beasts below were suddenly plunged into a hellish sea of ​​flames. Xiaoji and Sparrow were forced to fly into the air. Under the scorching of the fire, Ye Shaoqing's defensive formation kept swaying invisible ripples, crumbling under the opponent's rapid offensive regardless of consumption.

The figure of the puppet corpse shuttled through the sea of ​​flames. Ye Zheng raised the scepter again and locked the opponent's position. The rhythm of the attack, and even what magic spell will be used for the next attack, and how to deal with it.

Like looking in a mirror.

"Oh, but a mere thoughtless walking corpse is also trying to defeat this deity?" Ye Zheng's silver hair was blown by the strong wind under the night, and a tail had emerged from under the wide robe at some point. His face was stern, His eyes were as calm as the deep sea, his figure was as tall as a mountain, tall and straight as before, as if the crazily raging poison in his body never existed.

Of course the puppet corpse would not respond to his ridicule. Its Gujing Wubo eyes swept across the opponent emotionlessly, tilted its head, and looked behind him as an assistant, constantly urging the Holy Light to suppress and purify the plague for him Ye Shaoqing .

The stiff fingers flicked slightly, as if infinite power began to gather at the fingertips following his gesture.

Any magic that needs to be accumulated for a long time first is often terrifyingly powerful!And the one picked by the puppet corpse is even more terrifying.

Noticing the sight of the puppet corpse, Ye Zheng's heart sank suddenly, before he had time to think about it, his body had already reacted before his consciousness, and he turned back and threw himself in front of Ye Shaoqing without thinking!

"Shaoqing!"

Tens of thousands of rays of light shot out like a rain of arrows, drawing countless golden lines across the night sky, tearing apart the night mercilessly, illuminating the dim sky as bright as day, and the defensive circle instantly disappeared. Being pierced and dissipated into the air full of holes, the holy light emanating from Ye Shaoqing's body was interrupted.

Body fixation!

This magical technique dug from Ye Zheng saved him again, but the freeze frame only lasted for a short time or even less than two breaths before it was broken, but this moment was enough for Ye Zheng to rush over and use a rare defense Reels for respite.

It's a pity that he still couldn't completely resist this rain of light arrows, Yu Bo finally broke through layers of defenses and pierced Ye Zheng's back!

"!!!" Ye Shaoqing subconsciously caught Ye Zheng who was lying in his arms, his mind was almost blank, his thinking was completely frozen, there seemed to be a white light flashing in front of his eyes, and all the noise around him seemed to be far away from them, anger, Fear, panic and sadness also went away from them, except for Ye Zheng's pale face like paper, he couldn't see anything else, nor could he hear any other voices.

All the tails came out, and Yezheng was about to reveal the form of a fox, and his weight suddenly became lighter, so light that he was about to float up and be blown away by a gust of wind. Warm, hot and damp, the blank space in his field of vision was finally stained red by deep red blood. Ye Shaoqing held Ye Zheng in his arms, and looked down at his blood-stained palm in a daze.

He seemed to hear someone calling his name, Shaoqing...

Who is calling him?

Ye Shaoqing's vision became more and more blurred, and the angle of view suddenly began to rise, as if the soul had left the body, and became high above, looking down on all living beings like a god.

Magnificent light burst out from him suddenly, with him as the center, it spread to all the people around in a blink of an eye. The pure and vast holy light was like the rising sun, which made people worship from their hearts. Impulsively, all the berserk beasts included in it were purified in an instant, and the beasts that had been detoxified by the rain-type potion were lucky to survive.

Ye Shaoqing's ice-cold pupils were brilliant golden, and there was no trace of intense or even fluctuating emotions in them, only endless distance and profundity, as if piercing through the long river of time, only the eternal indifference and vicissitudes remained.

A steady stream of holy light poured out and shrouded the heads of the crowd. Shocked, ecstatic, and fearful, the people prostrated themselves on the ground one by one, and worshiped him devoutly like a wave.

The author has something to say: Ye: I can't control my glaucoma anymore!