Not everyone died.
Not just random people.
Only Salang and Yan Qiu know that half of them are theirs!
"There are people around us who are watching us, and their aura is very strong!" Yan Qiu, the leader of the extradition, showed anger on his face.
Salan stood still, and the crowd was fleeing. Whether they were nobles from aristocratic families or important magicians, they were all frightened out of their wits. Who could have imagined that such a large-scale killing would occur in such a holy book of praise? Could it be that this Has the Parthenon been invaded by evil people long ago? !
There was blood all over the ground, and there were too many familiar faces in the pool of blood, but Salan's eyes did not move away from the praise stand. She was looking at Ye Xinxia, looking at her expressionless face!
Ye Xinxia also seemed to have discovered her.
The two people's eyes passed through the blood mist, touching their respective emotions.
After a while, Ye Xinxia slowly opened a smile. From a distance, she said to Salang who was hiding in the crowd: "We finally meet."
This smile looked so pure, like a girl who had never seen the world before, but Salang could feel the uncontrollable madness and terror in her smile! !
"Ye Xinxia has gone crazy, let's leave here." Salan did not stay any longer, turned around and quickly hid in the fleeing crowd with Mai Yanqiu.
Under the praise stage, Ye Xinxia's white crystal high heels were covered in bright red.
But she didn't move even half a step, she just stood in the thickening pool of blood.
She just stood there, like a white ghost. People could not feel the warmth and vitality of this goddess. She became more and more like a white god of death, waiting for the heads to be dropped into her bag one after another.
…
Salang and Yan Qiu walked quickly.
There is a pair of eyes that have been watching them.
That person had obviously figured out their identities and was following them like a shadow, but he was waiting for an opportunity to strike!
"How dare she do this and go on a killing spree on the first day of the ceremony? She is really crazy!!" Yan Qiu, the extradition chief, said angrily.
"She is destroying the Parthenon as well!" Salan saw Ye Xinxia's eyes. The light shining in her eyes no longer belonged to her. At this time, Ye Xinxia, any red archbishop could still Be crazy!
This is the Parthenon.
Those who are invited are those who have a very high status in this society.
Even though it is filled with members of the Black Church, until their identities are revealed, they are all absolutely "good people."
Ye Xinxia's attack on these people from the Black Vatican was to exterminate the Black Vatican in the eyes of Salang and the Pope, but in the eyes of the world, it was the massacre of civilians!
Slaughtering civilians in the Parthenon, isn't Ye Xinxia crazy? !
She has no evidence that these people are members of the Black Vatican, unless she announces to the world that she is the new Pope of the Black Vatican.
But she is still the goddess of the Parthenon!
The Pope of the Black Church is the goddess of the Parthenon!
Once this news is announced, the Parthenon will be beyond redemption! !
Ye Xinxia's doing this is tantamount to using the thousands-year-old foundation of the Parthenon to fight to the death with the Black Vatican. Isn't this crazy? ?
What is the Black Church?
What does the Parthenon mean? ?
Ye Xinxia must be so stupid to make such a decision.
Looking at this matter from a long time perspective, the Black Vatican perished together with the Parthenon in a certain era. No matter how you look at it, the Black Vatican has won a comprehensive victory, and it is the most glorious moment of the Black Vatican! !
"Is it the old Pope's intention to instruct Ye Xinxia to do this?" said Yan Qiu, the leader of the extradition.
"The old pope should be running away in panic like us now." Salan said coldly.
Ye Xinxia went crazy.
She wanted everyone to be buried with her in the Parthenon.
…
The road to the sacred mountain is endless, and under the morning light, there is still an endless stream of people, all eager for the true gift of God.
Mount Lizan was still far away, and no one noticed the massacre on the platform of Mount Lizan. They were still trying to move forward, but little did they know that they were heading towards the altar of the White God of Death.
"Little brother, why are you so sure that woman is your first love? It's not good for us to follow her all the time, right?" Mo Jiaxing asked Jiang Bin, the blindfolded man behind him.
Jiang Bin showed a weird smile, patted Mo Jiaxing on the shoulder and said: "Brother, if I told you that I am from the Black Church, but that woman is actually the target of my death, would you believe it? ?”
Mo Jiaxing was stunned, looked at Jiang Bin in disbelief, and said in surprise: "Didn't you say you were a knight?"
"Not today. Thank you, brother. I haven't met someone as simple as you for a long time." After saying this, Jiang Bin's figure suddenly disappeared from Mo Jiaxing's eyes.
Mo Jiaxing is just an ordinary person. He does not have the same insight as a mage.
He only saw a shadow, as fast as a gust of wind, passing between a group of climbers, and then a large stream of blood spattered away from the woman they had been following along the way! !
The woman was wearing black clothes, but underneath was a long blue dress, which was now directly dyed red. The people around her didn't notice it at first, thinking it was red paint, spices, etc. that had been spilled, but there were still traces of it. Walking forward while talking and laughing, after waiting for a while, screams came from the road to the mountain! ! !
Mo Jiaxing couldn't believe his eyes. A good man was killed like this.
However, less than a minute after this case occurred, the winding mountain road, the overcrowded army of devout people, and the endless stream of people screamed one after another! !
Mo Jiaxing couldn't see anything clearly, but he saw similar black shadows moving in the crowd, and then similar sprays of blood. Some people fell in a pool of blood, some were stained with dirty blood, and some were frightened. scream...
The mountain forest has been specially planted with different tree species, so during the Fenhua Festival, the mountain forest will be like a canvas showing different poetic and picturesque scenes, which is so beautiful that it is intoxicating.
The climbing road to the Parthenon is not boring at all, because every time the mountain road changes, there will be a different scenery, which is fascinating.
The mountain face is a bit steep, and above it is a long mountain bridge leading to the front mountain of Lizan Mountain.
Below is a winding mountain road, crowded with people, like an attraction packed with tourists.
The bright red blood flows along the hillside, forming more than a dozen slow streams. The long bridge above the mountain overflows to the plank road below.
On the plank road, people thought it was the holy dew of the female sages, but what was dripping on their heads and shoulders was blood. The thick fishy smell would arouse the instinctive fear deep in everyone's heart! !
"what happened???"
"Someone died in front!"
"Someone died in the back..."
"Don't panic, everyone, don't panic..."
“The Parthenon will protect us!!”
