276, It is called non-free

The dark cloud battle formation was dispersed, and half of the black magicians immediately turned into ashes. More than a dozen other people rushed out desperately, most of them carrying injuries. Fudimo was the weirdest. With the cover of his subordinates, he did not fly upwards, but turned around and plunged head to the bottom of the Grand Canyon at the fastest speed, facing the water, and there were two most loyal followers around him. Behind him was a huge hideous shadow, waving the chains to emit dark flames, resisting the dragon cavalry flames that were shooting down the canyon. It was the dark guardian god summoned by Fudimo.

The dragon cavalry was attracted by the figures of scattered escape. No one noticed that Fudimo escaped at the bottom of the flame-covered Grand Canyon. Seeing that Fudimo was about to escape from the danger, his body fell against the water and flew upwards. At this time, he heard the chanting sound. The canyon ahead turned a corner. Twelve white-robed magicians in the air were arranged in arcs, and in the middle was standing. Fudimo had just appeared from the canyon in the distance with a huge shadow. The magicians raised their magic wands to the sky.

A light spot appeared in the sky, and instantly turned into a white cross shape. Then it expanded like the sun. A huge ball of light fell down, and white light filled the entire canyon. This magic was seen by Bai Shaoliu and Qingchen. It was a large-scale destructive purification spell jointly cast - the Judgment of God! The miracle summoned by more than ten top magicians led by Demprido was many times stronger than the one used by Rashis when he attacked.

The cross light falling from the sky first hit Fudimo's patron saint. Suddenly, the canyon was filled with harsh roars like wild beasts wailing. The huge shadow was hit by the white light, and a cross-shaped crack appeared on the chest, spraying the same white light outward, and then exploded in the air. Fudimo's eyes emitted a light of despair and hatred, making his last scream, and then his whole body suddenly exploded!

He made the same choice as Luz at the time. Only in this way can there be a line of possibility that his soul can be preserved and become the undead existence in the dark world. After he did this, the two minions around him also exploded at the same time. At the moment when the God's judgment spell covered the canyon, a dark cloud like ink roared and rolled around with a bloody breath.

The judgment of God fell, and the bloody mist was purified wherever he passed, but the magician team was still hit by the explosion of the dark clouds. No one could retreat or move. This was the characteristic of the magic of the joint summoning the judgment of God. We must insist on singing until the judgment of God was over. Fudimo's body exploded, and the silver sword in his hand shot directly into Demprido's chest like a cannonball.

Dempredo stretched out his left hand and pointed forward. The sword flew in the air and made a series of sounds of shattering glass. It seemed that this space was frozen in an instant, and then shattered by the flying sword. The sword barely flew to the fingertips of Dempredo, stopped in the air, hung inch by moment, and then broke into pieces and fell into the canyon. Where the sword had just passed, a few light appeared in the air, like sparks flashing violently. As soon as the light appeared, it was a large area, blocking the front of the magician formation, and then the swelling fishy wind and ink rain rolled up.

The cross-white light filled the canyon, the dark clouds and storms completely disappeared, and the formation of the magicians reappeared in the air. Demprido looked solemn, but thin blood oozed out of the corners of his eyes, which slowly flowed down the side of his nose. Looking behind him, the three magicians standing at the edge of the team had disappeared, and fell into the canyon in the devastating encounter just now, and should have died.

The battle situation on Dempredo was like this, and the other side of the waterfall was even more intense. After more than a dozen black shadows flew out with thick smoke, they fled into the air. At this time, golden lights on both sides shone down countless lightning, sword lights and purified lights. It turned out that the Holy See's Imperial Guards set up an ambush outside the canyon to prevent these madmen from escaping from both sides. Large black fireworks broke out in the air, and some people chose the last explosion in their lives when they were desperate.

Five black magicians who rushed towards the direction of the Dragon Cavalry during the escape were wiped out by the long-range magic of the Dragon Cavalry and the flames spurted out by the Dragon Cavalry. Two of them rushed to the vicinity of the Dragon Cavalry and turned into a swelling and fishy storm. The dragon cavalry and the magic priest on the Dragon Cavalry both left the Dragon Cavalry and flew to a high altitude. The two nearby dragon cavalry turned around and sprayed flames to submerge the explosion of darkness, and at the same time wiped out the dragon cavalry near them. There was no way, although the dragon cavalry was powerful, its attack was far less than close, and it was very easy to cause accidental damage once it lost control. This is why they could not call it casually in the melee.

The dragon rider fell from the canyon, his huge tail sucked on the cliff, the waterfall collapsed, and the dragon rider fell into the valley in the flames. The Gambidese Imperial Guards attacked on both sides also suffered seven or eight casualties. In the end, the dust settled, and none of his most elite dead soldiers ran away!

After the war ended, this spectacular waterfall collapsed, breaking into at least five continuous waterfalls. The mountains on both sides also collapsed and filled the deep pools under the waterfall. The black magicians did not leave a body, nor did they escape from the canyon. They were buried here forever. There were large pieces of black and shiny marks on the collapsed cliffs on both sides. The surface of the mountain was burned into glass by flames, showing a strange dead gray, and exuding a mysterious gleam.

Bai Shaoliu and others were looking at the tragic battlefield from afar. At this moment, the sound of chanting scriptures came from their ears. Everyone looked sideways. An old monk wearing a blue cloth robe stood not far away, chanting unknown scriptures towards the battlefield. Seeing this old monk, everyone bowed in the air. The third young monk put away the purple gold bowl and greeted him: "Master Nine, why are you here?" The old monk was Facheng, the monk from Jiulin Zen Temple.

Fa Cheng looked at the battlefield and sighed, "I'm here to overcome the hell in this person's heart. I'm wondering what the Buddha wanted me to do, what did I do?... Third Young Master, why did you run so far?"

When the third young master touched his bald head, he realized that he had run far enough. He was originally entrusted by Mei Yeshi to Wuyou to deliver a letter, but ran tens of thousands of miles to the Principal of Aladdin. Before he could answer, Facheng said again: "Since you are here, let me go!... Master Bai Manor, I'll wait for you in Maro City." After Yan Bi, he waved his monk's robe and took the third young monk away. Everyone bowed their hands in the air to see him off.

Facheng said he wanted to wait for Xiaobai in the middle of Maro City, and the implication was that Xiaobai would definitely go to Maro City. As soon as he left, the masters in the air suddenly became alert and turned around and looked back with caution. He saw the sound of drums and music flashing in the distance, and a team of brightly-clad battle formations surrounded by a man wearing a golden edge and red robe slowly coming.

When Xiaobai saw the person coming, he didn't want everyone to misunderstand, so he quickly went forward and clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Yog, we're meeting again!... I heard that Gambides had a rebellion, congratulations on your safety!"

Yoge said with a smile: "A group of clowns jumped over, but they couldn't become a climate, and their backs were wiped out... Master Bai, Kunlun masters, on behalf of the Holy Church, I would like to thank you for your rebellion in the pursuit of the Holy Church!" As he said that, he bowed to everyone and glanced at Xiaobai with a smile. The meaning seemed to be saying--Good you Xiaobai, okay, the Pope wants to bring trouble to the east, and you have sent this group of plague gods back, and you are not at a loss at all.

Everyone replied with a light bow. At this time, the sun in the east had risen, and the sun shone on Jog. The golden edges on the red robe shone brightly, highlighting his slender figure and handsome face. Jog said politely: "You have been chasing the murderer for thousands of miles, and I have only invited you to visit Gambides on behalf of the Holy Church and His Majesty the Pope."

Fei Han said coldly: "No need, I found out that a madman was attacking Zhixu in the dark night. We are just protecting the tranquility of Kunlun. You don't have to thank you. I just hope that this will not happen again. Let's say goodbye!" After saying that, he took Fei Yan away. When Fei Yan passed by Xiaobai, he whispered: "Boy, the moistening branches are used well in your hands. I really can't think of anyone except Feng Junzi, who can train you like this?"

Yuwen Shu also clasped his fists and said, "There is no need to be a guest. When I encounter a melee, I will rush back to Tingtao Villa... The owner of the Bai Manor will take this girl to my villa when he is free. Yuwen Shu will definitely greet him and say goodbye!"

Fei Han, Fei Yan, and Yu Wen Shu all left, and did not give Yoge any face. The Cardinal Cardinal was a little embarrassed. Qingchen also glanced at Xiaobai, asking if we were going back? Xiaobai held Qingchen's hand and smiled: "These Kunlun masters come and go to the dragon and don't see the tail. Please don't mind Lord Yoge. I, an idle man, will go to Gambidis to ask for a drink." He really wanted to find an opportunity to have a close conversation with Yoge. There have been many things that need to be an idea recently. Feiyan was curious about who trained such talents as Xiaobai. The "master" who has always given Xiaobai the most guidance was Yoge's white hair in his previous life.

"What! Are you just Baimao? Brother Xiaobai knows, even Ting knows, but I don't know?" Qingchen jumped up from the chair in a secret room in Gambides and asked in surprise.

Xiaobai made a gesture: "Worry, this secret is not only related to Yoge's life, but also to the overall situation of the world."

Yog smiled and shook his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, my secret room is absolutely safe and you can talk at will."

Bai Shaoliu: "You didn't let me tell you, but you told Lian Ting himself, and told Mahuapie and Wu Tong again, who else did you tell?"

Yog looked at Lianting and sighed in a hypocritical manner: "The knife is on my neck. Don't I say I'm still waiting to die? It doesn't matter if I die. At worst, I can be reincarnated and sent to come back, but what will happen if Lianting kills me? People who know this secret will never leak it... There are Lianting, Mahua Pig, Wu Tong, there are you in Zhixu Continent, Qingchen and Mei Yeshi know, I think this is enough."

Lian Ting glared at Yog and said, "You can't blame me for hurting you. Your words and deeds are too similar to those of Yog, and no one can tell you."

Jog: "If it weren't for this, I could have kept it until today in front of the Pope?"

Bai Shaoliu: "You said the pope was seriously injured, what's the situation now?"

Yog sighed again, his expression a little complicated: "His deadline is coming, and it's probably just a few days."

At this time, Lianting interrupted: "Yog, the magic craftsmen of Teyi Castle have made great contributions to suppress the rebellion this time, why not forgive them?"

Yog smiled and asked back, "What do you think?"

Lian Ting did not answer Xiaobai but replied: "Parsal is a power that only the pope has. Are you waiting for your order?"

Lian Ting suddenly realized when he heard this: "Oh, you are going to personally order pardon when the new pope ascended the throne. This is a good idea!"

Qingchen was shocked again, opened his mouth wide and pointed at Yog and said, "Senior, are you going to be the Pope?"

Yog smiled bitterly: "It seems that's the case. I can't even push it away if I want to."

Qingchen asked again: "What should I do if I have the pigtail?"

Anyone, the first thing he wanted to ask when he heard this news was that Jog would deal with his relationship with Kunlun after becoming the pope, how to consolidate his position in the Holy See, how can people not discover their secrets, and what plans would he have? But Qingchen asked such a question, which was really unexpected.

When sitting in Huaiqiu, the wolf demon's braid and the auspicious beast Bai Hair in the mountains were inseparable from each other. To put it too exaggeratedly, taking care of the white hair is like taking care of his own lover. Everyone can see that kind of affection, and even sacrifices their lives to save him in critical moments. How could a little girl be so close to a donkey? No one can tell, maybe the emotional world of the wolf demon and ordinary people is different from their aesthetic views.

When she learned that Baimao was Yog, he became such a handsome and elegant man after he escaped from the trap. Mahuapi was ecstatic! Perhaps in her heart, she still didn't understand the complex love between men and women in the world, which was the simplest emotions spontaneously in her heart. Of course, there was another person who was also shaking his heart, but he did not show his ecstasy like Mahuapipie. He hugged Yog's arm all day long, and that was Lianting.

Since Xuan Yixiao entrusted Lianting to Xiaobai at the time of his death, almost everyone believed that Lianting would become Bai Shaoliu's Taoist partner sooner or later. From the perspective of power and conspiracy, Bai Shaoliu married Lianting as the Taoist partner and completely controlled the entire Hainan sect was the wisest and most advantageous choice. But later Lianting found out that this was not the case, and Xiaobai had no idea at all.

The death of his father in front of him was the biggest blow that Lian Ting suffered in his life. She was so sad that she once said that she was willing to make peace with her body and mind. Later, Yoge sent Yoshev's body and said that it was avenging Xuan Yixiao, so no one mentioned this sentence again. A few days ago, Lian Ting learned that Yoge was the real enemy of killing his father, so he immediately decided to take revenge, but unexpectedly learned that Yoge was actually a white-haired body-taking.

Afterwards, Lian Ting thought a lot. She recalled that her father was entrusting others to take care of her when she died. When her hand fell to the ground, she pointed to the donkey instead of Xiaobai, and her eyes were also looking at Baimao. After careful calculation, Yoge killed Xuan Yixiao, and the white hair seized Yoge's house, which helped her avenge her father. Thinking of what she said at the beginning, there was an indescribable feeling in her heart. This taste was indescribable, but it was simple to say it out loud - Lian Ting's heart was already all about Yoge.

But Yoge's current identity is too strange, so weird that it is hard to describe. In the past three lives, Yoge was a donkey, and in the past life, he was Lianting's uncle Qiye. Even in this life, he would soon become the Pope of the Holy Church. Lianting is different from Mahuabiao. She thought the problem would not be so simple and direct, and she also understood that it seemed impossible between herself and Yoge, which also made Lianting secretly feel hurt.

When Qingchen asked, Ji Zhiruoge did not answer, Lianting lowered his head and said quietly: "Yoge, actually we all know that you are not the original Yoge. Should I call you Baimao or Master Qiye?"

Yog looked at her and said softly: "I am no longer white hair, nor the seven-leaf I used to be, nor the Jog I used to be, but I am the Jog I now. You don't have to regard me as someone else, I am the person in front of you, you should call me Gomez. Yog."

There was a flash of light in Lianting's eyes, and he asked without looking up, "Will I call you His Majesty the Pope in the future?"

Yog shook his head: "Of course there is no need, I have already said that I am the me in front of you."

Lian Ting looked up and said to Xiaobai: "Master, can you ask for something?"

Xiaobai smiled and said, "If you want to Changliuti Castle, I promise you that it is just a villa in Huaishan Villa or a villa in Hainan. Anyway, I will make the decision."

Lian Ting stood up and saluted: "Thank you, the head of the sect!"

Yog said on the side: "If you like my manor, I'll give it to you."

Lian Ting shook his head: "Don't give it to me, the manor has been given out, how can you go back to see me and Mahuapie?"

Yog: "Okay, if you don't give it, don't give it."

Lianting asked again: "Will you still go to the Duchy of Tulips for vacation after you become the pope?"

Jog smiled: "I am not a slave to God, I will often give myself vacations."

Qingchen asked again: "Yoge, you haven't said anything yet, what should I do if I braided?"

Yog coughed and said, "I have to take care of Lianting. She has not practiced enough and does not understand human affairs very well. She needs someone to take good care of her. I will visit her often."

Qingchen: "Where did the braid go? Why didn't I see her?"

Jog: "I have been in danger these days, and my braids have not left me. After entering Gambidex, I asked someone to use magic to let her sleep and rest. I should be awake."

Bai Shaoliu is so clear that he can't see Lian Ting's affection for Yoge. Yoge himself is probably also like a mirror, but it's just inconvenient to point it out. Some words are really hard to say in front of others. Xiaobai thought for a while and smiled: "Yoge, since you were the Grand Master of Kunlun in your previous life, I wish you to cultivate the magical power of great freedom as soon as possible. Lian Ting, can you accompany Qingchen to go to Maro City? This is the first time she has been here. I have something to say to you and Yoge in private."

Yog also said, "Mahuapie is about to wake up. Go and call her to visit Maluo City. Master Facheng is in the villa of Jiulin Temple. That old monk is very interesting. Go and listen to his story... Don't worry, I have ordered that no one in Maluo City will make things difficult for you."

Lian Ting agreed and immediately stood up, Qing Chen snorted: "What's the secret you have? Don't you want Lian Ting and I to know?"

Bai Shaoliu smiled and said, "Go and wait for me at Master Facheng. Some things are hard to say in person. I can tell you everything when you look back."

After they left, only Bai Shaoliu and Yoge were left in the secret room. Yoge said to himself: "Facheng is really amazing. After the Jiulin Villa was listed, everyone knew that he was a Kunlun practitioner. Many radicals in the Holy See also secretly sought trouble, but no one was asking for good... This monk wandered around Maro City all day long, teaching Buddhist scriptures in various anecdotes. Many scholars even specialized in his story, and they almost became a cultural celebrity and a scenery in Maro City."

Bai Shaoliu: "If it weren't for this, how could the leader of Alliance Mei feel assured to let Master Facheng stay here?... Let's not talk about him, tell me, the finger on your hand is very beautiful. If you read it correctly, it is a magic weapon, but a rare good thing. Why haven't I seen it before?"

Yog raised his hand and stroked the silver butterfly-shaped finger: "This is the protective weapon left by my senior brother Qihua for Lianting. It is called Yinsuo. That day, Lianting hurt me with it. He was very uneasy, so he gave this finger to me for self-defense."

Bai Shaoliu smiled badly: "The meaning of a woman giving something to a man to put on his finger is not simple."

Yog smiled bitterly: "I know her intentions. What should I do? I used to give you advice, but today I want to ask you for advice. You have more experience in this regard."

Bai Shaoliu: "You finally admit that I have a place that is better than you? Why ask me, have you accepted the black finger? With your cultivation level, why can't you transcend it? This matter is difficult to resolve at this time, but it will not be too late to solve it when you restore your incarnation magical power in the future."
Chapter completed!