After becoming a disciple of the Pope

Just when everyone's attention was attracted by the coffin, the sacred scepter, hidden deep in the holy altar under the palace of the holy beast, bound by thousands of chains, seemed to sense the breath of the owner who was close at hand, soaring The thick body gradually vibrated, and then the amplitude of the shaking became larger and larger, and finally it was almost about to break through the restraint of the chains, and it seemed to be pulled out from the ground.

The groove in the center of the altar suddenly cracked several cracks, and a large amount of dust and stones fell down. The chains became tighter and tighter under the struggle of the scepter, and there were bursts of buzzing in the air. Like breaking.

On top of it, the lake in the Palace of the Holy Beast has rolled up huge waves, like a stormy sea, the vortex in the middle is spinning rapidly, the center of the vortex is dark, like a black hole bottomless, as if there is something To pierce the water.

Under the ancient tree, Qing He's face was full of enthusiasm, the water splashed on him, wet his hair and clothes, but he didn't care, he was like a small ant in a huge wave, he might be involved anytime, anywhere Whirlpool, just lose your life.

There were words in his mouth, as if he was expecting something.

In front of the roaring nature, everyone looked very small, and Ye Zheng's eyelids twitched wildly. He couldn't bear Qinghe to continue, messing up the most important forbidden area of ​​the Holy See.

The scepter in his hand was raised high, Ye Zheng didn't intend to game with the opponent step by step, a shot is the most powerful magical technique, if he can directly kill him instantly, that would be great.

Seeing the scythe of death harvesting towards him, Qinghe hid behind the crystal coffin calmly. With a calm smile on his face, he calmly watched as the pope's all-out attack was completely crushed by the crystal coffin. Resisted, without hurting myself in the slightest.

"This is the coffin built by His Majesty the first pope himself. At this time, no one can destroy it except the gods and the first pope himself." Qinghe calmly looked at Ye Zheng and the others through the clear crystal, and added Dao, "Of course, the God who has not been fully resurrected at present must not be able to do it."

Ye Zheng frowned, tightened his fingers holding the scepter slightly, and said coldly, "What on earth do you want to do? You keep saying you want to resurrect the gods, but now you use it as your own shield. You are clearly blaspheming the gods! God will not forgive you."

Qinghe was not worried, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you are worrying too much. I obey the decree of the gods in every word and deed. Before I fulfill my long-cherished wish, this old fate cannot return to the kingdom of heaven. I think the omniscient god will understand me." painstakingly."

"Every word and deed is in accordance with the decree of the gods?" Ye Zheng laughed back angrily, his voice was as cold as frost, "Who gave you the courage to tell such a disrespectful and outrageous lie?! Don't say that there will be no decree from the gods, even if there is , should also be conveyed by the Pope, what are you?!"

Qinghe shook his head, his cloudy eyes burst into a solemn and solemn brilliance: "I'm just stating the facts. For thousands of years, the secrets of the Holy See about the gods have been kept secret by the popes. Your Majesty, are you surprised? How did you find out?"

As he said that, he cast his frenzied eyes on the crystal coffin quietly suspended in front of the ancient tree, as if he wanted to reach out and touch it, but he didn't dare to approach it easily.

"The answer is that it was the great God who sent down an oracle to let me know! Thousands of years ago, after a fierce battle between God and Mang, he finally succeeded in defeating him, tearing his soul out. God loves the world, and in order to protect millions of believers, prevent Mang came back from the dead, and once again brought disaster to the world. He used himself as a container, and resolutely suppressed his soul in his own sea of ​​consciousness. However, he never expected that, as a disciple of God, the first Pope would steal the believers' faith. , Obliterated God's credit! Forbid these things to spread, he took advantage of the weak period when God and Mang were both defeated, and betrayed God and his mentor! Killed him! He himself ascended the throne of Pope! Gather glory Faith and power are in one, and even the original name of the god was annihilated in the long river of history under his deliberate guidance! Since then, the god has become a tool for him to win over faith, a symbol, a symbol, as long as Use his prestige to strengthen your own rights!"

Yezheng's face was as deep as water, his long eyebrows were furrowed, he was full of disdain and absurdity for his generous statement, and he didn't even want to believe a single word.

Once the secret that Qinghe had held in his heart for 20 years was released, it was really fun, and he didn't mind talking to them: "How can such a powerful god be killed so easily? So the first Pope personally created the This crystal coffin sealed the god in it and buried it in the ancient tree of the Holy Beast Palace. The first pope had a different heart, and the god was also on guard. Just in case, he split part of his soul and used the sacred The power of the scepter was taken away from this world in order to be able to see the light of day again and come to the world again!"

Yezheng's pupils shrank sharply, and the feeling of absurdity in his heart became stronger and stronger. His peripheral vision still fell on Ye Shaoqing, who kept frowning and remained silent.

"Thus, for more than 20 years, I have been collecting materials, literature and history of the magic hall, researching animal blood, cultivating containers that can hold the soul and power of gods, and climbing to the current position step by step, all in order to better fulfill the oracle , to welcome the return of the gods! The reason why I chose to fulfill my wish is precisely because I have a more devout heart of faith than anyone else. The great God has heard my prayers day and night, and heard that I am willing to spend my whole life The determination to dedicate to Him! This mission is His reward for me and the greatest honor in my life!"

Qinghe held his head high and held his chest high, as steady as Mount Tai in the precarious and monstrous waves, with unprecedented pride and joy in his eyes.

Ye Zheng squinted his eyes, glanced at Ye Shaoqing who was beside him who was thinking silently, and said coldly: "Since you claim to be the decree of God, did you attack me that day, sneak attack the holy beast Bai Ze, launch a wave of beasts, spread the plague, and fight against me?" Could it be that God ordered you to do Feng Gan's attempt to seize the position of Holy Son?"

Qinghe was silent for a moment, and said seriously: "In order for the gods to come to the world again, it is unavoidable to pay some price. Of course, if your belief is not pure enough, you cannot continue the will of God. How can you continue to sit on the Pope's throne? ?”

Everyone in the venue was shocked by Qinghe's utter truth. After a long confrontation and silence, Ye Shaoqing finally said the first sentence that came here: "It's a big mistake."

His voice resounded coldly in everyone's ears, as if it had magical powers to appease everyone's anger and agitation, and conveyed a calm and indestructible will.

Qinghe suddenly became agitated. The most unbearable thing he could bear was God's denial, and he couldn't even maintain his superficial obedience: "Where did I go wrong?!"

He stared at Qinghe with emotionless eyes, and said indifferently and distantly: "Thousands of years ago, it was not because the first pope wanted to fight for fame and fortune that he killed me, but I personally ordered him to do so. Because at that time , I discovered that in the process of suppressing Mang, my soul tended to be assimilated by Mang."

As soon as this remark came out, Qing He was shocked all over, unable to accept this fact at all, subconsciously wanted to deny it, not only him, but even Ye Zheng was shocked when he looked at him.

Ye Shaoqing turned a blind eye to their different looks, and continued to narrate the thousand-year-old secret in the same tone: "When I realized this problem, I made the worst plan, while resisting the erosion of the awn, at the same time split part of the soul power , take me out of this world with the sacred scepter, and order my disciples to kill me immediately once they are completely assimilated."

"No... Impossible!" Cracks finally appeared on Qing He's calm and composed face. If someone else said this, he would definitely sneer at it, but right now, it is God who said it himself, so there is no room for him to question it. After a short period of confusion, , Qinghe's eyes suddenly sank, and he said loudly, "You are not a god! You are still Ye Shaoqing, right? You all colluded to deliberately deceive me! The gods will definitely not be false! It is you, you It's fake!"

Qinghe seemed to have finally found a reasonable and self-consistent explanation, and kept repeating it, trying to convince herself in vain to cover up the wavering in her heart.

Ye Shaoqing didn't care much about his self-deception, and calmly pierced his last fantasy: "The person who sent you the so-called 'oracle' is not me, but Mang, and everything you do is not resurrecting me. , but to create the conditions for it, it uses you."

As if to verify his words, without leaving any time for others to react, the entire Holy Beast Palace shook violently, the vortex in the middle of the lake boiled and rolled, the sacred scepter finally broke free from the chains, and broke through the water from the center of the vortex , rising slowly!

The dazzling brilliance enveloped everyone's cheeks, making it almost impossible to open their eyes.

The moment the sacred scepter left the altar, the crystal coffin that sealed the bones of the gods began to change.

"Crack——" The subtle sound of cracks was hidden under the loud noise of the vibration and water waves, and spider web-like cracks began to spread on the surface of the crystal coffin suspended in the air. Like a hurricane, it instantly swept through the entire Holy Beast Palace.

A huge golden dragon phantom rose from the crystal coffin, and a roar full of anger, unwillingness and ecstasy of seeing the sun suddenly sounded from the bottom of everyone's heart.

That's awn!

Ye Shaoqing only felt that the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be smashed down a mountain, and his whole body shook uncontrollably. In front of this roar, he felt strong closeness and rejection from the depths of his soul at the same time. This feeling was so contradictory, almost To tear his consciousness in two!

The phantom of Mang hovered around the tall sacred scepter, a pair of golden pupils coldly looked down at the small crowd below, and finally froze on Ye Shaoqing's body.