"Do you know what you're doing?"

The sound oozed out from the pope's lips, no longer as the previous sound of water, the cold was biting.

Chen Changsheng looked into his eyes and said seriously: "I know very well what I am doing."

He was very calm, but actually very nervous. His hands holding the armrest of the wheelchair trembled gently, and even the blood on his face became a little diluted by his emotions.

He did not use the method of burning the sword to control the mobilization of the true energy to a certain extent to ensure that the true blood penetrates out of the body is not too fast.

But the strongest person in the world like His Majesty the Pope can naturally smell his blood within such a close distance.

The sea of ​​starry in the eyes of His Majesty the Pope has turned into a violent galaxy.

Chen Changsheng is taking risks, risking his life, or even exceeding this level of danger.

He did it on purpose.

It is impossible to know exactly what the Master intends. The Master Master is his most important elder in this world, but he is also the person he cannot trust the most.

The Pope said before that Archbishop Merissa had no malice towards him, so what about himself?

He must know clearly what the Pope is about himself, whether he is good or bad about himself.

If the Pope has malicious intentions towards him, the greatest benefit he can get from him is nothing more than eating himself.

This kind of temptation and desire is much more important than the throne and more important than the power.

What exactly will the Pope do?

He quietly looked at the violent galaxy in the pope's eyes, his nervousness gradually dissipated, and all that was left was peace, real peace.

The pope looked at him, and the violent galaxy in his eyes became more and more terrifying, as if he could swallow the whole world at any time.

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...

Xu Yourong stood in the light, quietly looking at the murals on the wall, raising his head, but not looking up.

The mural paints a statue of the twelve sages. These twelve sages are not all saints, but they have played an extremely important role in the history of the state religion, and their status is even higher than that of the saints.

It is said that this stone wall that is dozens of feet high and the materials used in painting are mixed with sky stone chips. As long as there is a little external light source, it can stimulate infinite light.

So no matter day or night, it is always so bright and solemn here.

Suddenly, the light in the hall became brighter and even a little dazzling.

Xu Yourong narrowed his eyes slightly, his beautiful eyes like willow leaves and like sword tips.

She felt the violent energy in the light and opened her arms.

With two light sounds, the tung bow was held in her left hand, and the Zhai Jian was held in her right hand.

A shout!

The white wings spread out behind her and slowly floated.

In addition to the twelve sages, there are also many saints and envoys on the mural.

The god at the highest point looked indifferent, but his eyes were extremely violent, as if he wanted to swallow up all the lives in front of him.

This God's envoy was destroyed.

Looking at the envoy in the mural, Xu Yourong looked calm.

After standing in the Palace of Light for this time, she did not completely repair the injuries in her body and restore the true energy and holy light, but she was ready to fight.

She had forced her realm to the peak, with the tung bow on the left, the trunk sword on the right, and her wings flew together.

If the battle really begins, she will burn her own Tianfeng's true blood at all costs.

Although she has not yet gathered stars, even if Guan Bai uses the strongest Heavenly Dao Sword, she may not be her opponent.

However, her opponent in this battle was not Guan Bai, nor the envoy of the destruction in the mural, but the old man behind the stone wall of the mural.

That old man is the strongest man in this world.

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Separated from the main hall of Guangming.

The Pope stood in front of the wheelchair and looked at Chen Changsheng. The galaxy in his eyes was surging violently, and the expression on his face was extremely indifferent, like a ruthless and ignorant god.

Chen Changsheng knew that it had reached the most critical moment, and his mood relaxed.

The truth is hidden behind the night, and with his wisdom, he cannot see clearly, so he chose to use this most brutal method to tear the night open, even if it is just a corner.

Suddenly, the sound of water stopped.

Previously, clear water kept falling from the wooden scoop in the air to the green leaves in the basin.

Chen Changsheng had seen the Pope watering the green leaves several times, and knew that the water in the wooden ladle seemed endless.

However, the water in the wooden scoop seemed to be empty today.

Just as the sound of water stopped, the pope's body trembled slightly, and the starlight marks that fell on his cloak, which were as difficult as runes, were deformed and somewhat blurred.

The violent galaxy deep in the pope's eyes also stagnated for a moment.

The night wind blows gently on the green leaves, the stars illuminate the night sky, and the old wrinkles are hidden in the truth of history, gradually deepening...

The Pope closed his eyes.

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Taoist Siyuan, several archbishops in the cardinal and more priests from the palace were all outside the main hall of Guangming at this time.

They had already noticed the strangeness in the hall, especially the violent energy that scattered out of the light outside the hall, which made them even more frightened.

In the holy glory, they vaguely saw a pair of white wings unfolding behind Xu Yourong. It was a shocking thing to be able to witness the legendary Tianfeng bloodline's advance awakening, but they could not experience this feeling at this time because they knew that something must have happened.

Taoist Siyuan could no longer stay where he was, and rushed towards the thousands of lights in the hall with a chill face.

As a national religion giant, he has the super strength of the peak of Star Gathering, and is only half a step away from the sacred realm. Those lights containing violent energy cannot stop him.

However, when he came to the depths of the hall, he didn't know what he should do.

He vaguely knew something was happening, but he didn't know what it was.

The white wings swayed slowly, Xu Yourong held the bow in his left hand and the sword in his right hand. The calm expression was hidden as if she was facing a great enemy, but she did nothing in the end.

Taoist Siyuan could not take the lead in this situation. You should know that Xu Yourong is a saint in the south and has the same status as the pope in the state religion. If he takes the lead without asking the reason, it would be extremely disrespectful, and it could even be said to be a great sin.

Xu Yourong did nothing, just quietly looked at the murals on the stone wall.

She felt it very clearly that although the light overflowing from the mural was still fierce, the violent feeling was gradually returning to silence.

She looked at the mural quietly, and the people in the mural were also looking at her quietly.

In addition to the messenger of destruction and the saints in the clouds, there are also the twelve sages who stand on the ground and have mercy on the suffering of the world.

The eyes of those sages were so clear and bright, and their expressions were so gentle and compassionate.

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The Pope opened his eyes, and the violent galaxy deep in his eyes had disappeared, nor could he see the vast sea of ​​stars, but just a clear light.

His eyes were so clear and bright, and his expression was so gentle and compassionate.

He turned around and walked towards the green leaves in the basin, took down the wooden scoop in the air, filled a scoop of water in the pool, and poured it into the basin.

The green leaves, which had become a little yellow due to the violent aura, became green again in an instant.

The Pope filled a canola of water in the pond and poured it on his body, which was wet from head to toe.

He put another can of water and walked to the wheelchair.

The water droplets dripped down the white hair, and the wet shirt was pressed against the body, revealing the body that was thin due to old age.

With a loud bang, the Pope poured all the water in the wooden ladle on Chen Changsheng's head.

The night hall is dark and there are very few sunlight. The cold water in the pool is hard to eliminate. Chen Changsheng was so excited that he was soaked all over.

A faint hot mist rose from the surface of his body, but failed to float away, and was gently brushed by the Pope and scattered into nothingness.

His hot body immediately returned to normal temperature, and the blood that was leaking out of the body was also suppressed.

The Pope put the wooden ladle back in its original place, took two dry towels, and gave Chen Changsheng one.

"I now know why your master named you Changsheng." The Pope wiped off the water stains on his face and said to Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng wiped his face and said nothing.

"Sure enough, if you eat you, you may be able to achieve immortality." The Pope's voice was very calm.

Chen Changsheng looked at the slightly wet towel in his hand and said, "Master said that it is the reason why the soul enters the essence and blood. Actually, I don't believe it very much."

"Everyone has a soul, who can be so touching? What makes you unique is that you have countless holy lights in your body."
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