Mecca has always lacked the demeanor of a great power and a sense of historical precipitation, and even lacked awesome deterrence, which is far inferior to those of Perry and Voda. For this reason, the emperor of Mecca built the palace into a magnificent magnificent state. Although it showed off the majesty of the royal family, it inevitably had a bit of an outbreak.

And now in this palace with a burst of breath, Dean III's face turned pale and slapped the armrest of the chair with a heavy palm. His chest was swaying rapidly. After a while, he looked at the gloomy middle-aged man standing beside him with fear: "I hand over the heavy responsibility to you, will you give me such an answer? You are so disappointed by me."

The gloomy middle-aged man trembled slightly, and his head lowered: "It is me who let Your Majesty down, please punish him."

Dean III let out a vent of anger. Seeing that the intelligence director was as gentle as a cat, he felt smooth. Thinking that the intelligence director had been doing things smoothly since he took office, the biggest failure was just this assassination. He calmed down a lot of anger and waved his hand: "Punish you half a year's salary, what do you want to deal with the matter of #Gran?"

"I underestimated the strength of Dao#Gran in advance. As long as I give me another chance, I will never make the same mistake again!" Perhaps it is nothing great for outsiders to come to Dean III, but the intelligence director is very clear about what kind of ability the emperor has. He is afraid of this person who holds the power of life and death from the bottom of his heart.

When Dean III mentioned this, he gritted his teeth and a whole team of excellent operation teams died. It was just that others were just there, but even the leader who led the team died, that was the loss of the empire. Dean III knew very well that Mecca could not withstand such losses. Not every country could easily cultivate warriors with strength close to the holy martial arts.

Thinking of this, Dean III slapped the handrail on the other side with anger: "If it fails again... there are still a few powerful warriors in our country that can be lost. A warrior who is proficient in non-fixed thunder and lightning magic and has the strength of Zongwu or above, if it is used by me, what a powerful force it will be. I closely monitor his every move. I don't want to see him do things for other countries."

Cai Dao and the others were completely unaware of Dean III's decision. They were rushing towards Voda now. In Pelo's cold eyes, the atmosphere of the group was a little awkward. Because Pelo's injuries had not healed, they were not fast at first, but Pelo seemed to be unable to get along with Cai Dao, and they always rode their horses in front.

Pelo's white-robed magician dress made her look even more cold and arrogant. Looking at the stubborn body, Philip immediately walked side by side in a flattering manner: "Do you want to be slower, otherwise it will be of no benefit to your injury." Pelo glanced at Philip coldly and rode his horse in front again.

Looking at Philip who was touching the bag, Levin couldn't help laughing proudly: "Kron bug, it's useless to show his kindness for nothing, and he deserves it if he hits a big nail." Philip raised his middle finger at Levin angrily.

Later, Hyde couldn't help but asks Feilin his own question: "Why do we have to take a detour? It will take us 30 kilometers in vain." The suggestion was proposed by Feilin, so he naturally asked her.

"You will know when you arrive!" Feilin smiled charmingly, turned to Cai Dao at the end of the team, and held his horse's head and waited for Cai Dao to come up. Seeing that the distance between Hyde and the others was far away, she walked side by side: "Do you know why I must go here? There is a town in front and a church in the town."

Cai Dao's eyes flashed and he stayed on Feilin for a moment. He now didn't understand what tricks Feilin was playing. However, Feilin was not afraid of being recognized by the people of the Holy See. Even Pelo relied on many factors to recognize her, so even if she went to the church, she would not worry about anything else.

After looking at Cai Dao without words, Feilin smiled even more gracefully, exuding a mature woman's charm: "Dao, maybe you don't know that you are in a dangerous situation now. As for what crisis it is, I hope you can answer a question for me." Seeing that Cai Dao did not object, her expression suddenly became very serious: "Do you have the strength of Shengwu now?"

Shengwu? Cai Dao blinked his eyes and couldn't help laughing. God knows what level of his current strength is, at least he doesn't care about the level of strength. He could almost kill Liszt when his strength was not in time, so how do you calculate it? The real strength can never be judged by the level.

In fact, Feilin didn't need an answer. That day, she also saw with her own eyes how powerful the leader's martial arts were, and Cai Dao could kill the man without any harm. Later, she saw Cai Dao use his magical skill, see Cai Dao's acupoints and other magical abilities. She was not sure that Cai Dao had the strength of Shengwu, but he definitely surpassed Zongwu because she herself had the strength of Zongwu.

Among the children trained in the monastery, Feilin has always been known as a genius. She can cultivate zongwu at her current age, and her genius is well-known. However, it is precisely because of this that she feels even more shocked. On the surface, Cai Dao is only a few years older than her and can actually cultivate to a stronger level, which is too unbelievable. Perhaps, wanting to continue to appreciate and explore the magical aspects of Cai Dao is also one of the reasons why she chose her fellow travelers.

"Maybe you haven't reached the Holy Martial level, but you definitely surpass Zongwu, which is very dangerous!" Feilin's eyes were beautiful, and there was concern in these eyes that emitted a faint gem green: "If you want, I hope I can tell you a story!" Cai Dao glanced at the four people in front of him, and vaguely felt that the story Feilin was going to tell was not simple.

Staring ahead, Feilin's thoughts fell into deep memories: "The Monastery collects orphans in the mainland every year, and selects children suitable for practicing magic and martial arts to be sent to the Magic and Martial Arts Academy. The Monastery picks out very talented and loyal children in the Magic and Martial Arts Academy every three years. There is a girl in it praised by the teachers as a martial arts genius. After thirteen years, she has the strength close to Zongwu."

"Because she is a martial arts genius, she has received unique care and training, so she learned something that other children cannot know." Feilin sighed quietly. After thirteen years of training, she gained strong strength, but lost her wonderful childhood: "The first mission she performed was assassination, and the target was Shengwu. When she found out, she immediately asked why she was assassinated, and the answer she got was God's will!"

"I can't successfully assassinate the Holy Martial Arts myself. I know they know too, so the main force of the assassination is not me, but others!" Feilin looked dazed, and it seemed that the assassination had appeared in front of her. Her face turned pale, and she even used her self-proclaimed without knowing it: "It was a terrible battle, but it was also a battle without suspense. When the Holy Martial Arts faced the same powerful Holy Martial Arts, two sect martial arts and two holy warriors, there was no suspense."

Cai Dao was shocked suddenly, turned his head in shock and looked at Fei Lin with a pale face. Countless thoughts quickly turned into his mind. Everything he had learned before told him that the Western Continent had not produced another holy martial arts for a century, so how could two holy martial arts suddenly appear?

"I don't even understand why they assassinated Shengwu. I still don't understand until today. The Shengwu even lived in seclusion for thirty years and had nothing to do with the Holy See." Feilin rubbed her face in pain, and a rosy ray appeared on her white face: "When I asked again, I got the same answer, God's will. In an unexpected opportunity, I learned from the teacher, the Shengwu teacher in the Holy See that Teacher Shengwu had assassinated a total of four Shengwus in the past thirty years."

The slender fingers slowly rubbed the chin, and the feeling of the stubble thorns as if it was active Cai Dao's thinking: "So, warriors in the Western Continent have the opportunity to practice the Holy Martial Arts. The reason why there is no trace of the Holy Martial Arts is either living in seclusion or being assassinated by the Holy Martial Arts. It's so interesting. Why are the Holy Martial Arts doing so many planes?"

Feilin took a deep breath, and her already mouth-watering breasts rose high again: "Yes, among my teachers in the Holy See, there is Shengwu among my teachers. He told me that as long as I continue to practice, I have the opportunity to be promoted to Shengwu before I get thirty years old. I have the opportunity to do it. Why can't such a huge martial arts practitioner in the Western Continent do it?"

So, Cai Dao thought about it and understood the meaning of the story of Film. He pondered for a moment. The Holy See did not allow anyone with the power of Holy Martial Arts? This was not too worried. What made him even more interested was what motive the Holy See was the Holy See for what motive was the Holy See for hundreds of millions of people, but in private, assassinated the powerful humans in a crazy way. What was the reason that prompted them to do this? It was simply curious.

"So, are you trying to tell me that the monastery has strong strength and even the existence of Holy Martial Arts? Do you warn me not to offend the Holy See easily?" Cai Dao suddenly felt joking and stared at Feilin with a joking look and said with a smile.

Feilin couldn't help rolling her eyes. With her intelligence, of course she knew that Cai Dao was joking, and immediately continued to joke: "Yes, yes, don't you hear it? I'm recruiting you for the Holy See. However, the monastery does have very strong strength, and I only know a small part!" Speaking of this, her expression was very serious: "I even suspect that there is a god warrior in the monastery."

Cai Dao was slightly shocked. Even the Holy Martial Arts might not be able to do anything to him. However, based on his understanding, the God Warrior is another concept, the most powerful warrior in human legends. If the Holy See now sent the God Warrior to treat him, the result would be expected. Thinking of this, he narrowed his eyes and a cold light appeared...

Pelo was sent by the Holy See. Although she had not seen the incident in person that night, she probably guessed something. If she had reported Cai Dao's true strength to the Holy See, then... Cai Dao's pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes were so murderous that it was suffocating.
Chapter completed!