In recent years, the Glory Cathedral has truly appeared in the human world in a sacred form, like a miracle.
When dark clouds cover the entire Bespes Plain, there will always be a beam of brilliant sunshine that penetrates the gaps between the layers of clouds and shines brightly on the towering spire of the cathedral.
When snow covers the entire City of Glory and the world is pure white, there is not even a trace of snow in the area centered on the cathedral.
No bird will alight on the cathedral tower, and no snake or worm will climb any of the cathedral steps.
Even if someone brings smart electrical products into the vicinity of the cathedral, they will receive endless interference.
After countless devout believers in the church learned about these miracles, some of them traveled thousands of miles to come and face the majestic cathedral in the square, bowing and worshiping with the most pious hearts.
The people of Xixuan have also reached a new level of worship for the Pope.
Although, this is actually the opposite of the Pope's wishes.
With the cooperation of "Greedy" Nurbek, the old man successfully integrated. Other personalities that had previously been in conflict with his three views and separated from his personality were instantly suppressed. Greed and betrayal were perfectly integrated into one. In the following years, they accelerated The process of integrating other carriers.
A few years later, they actually merged into "admirers", "compassionate people", "insidious people", "despicable people", "arrogant people", "prejudicial people", "cruel people" and "hypocritical people".
Things must go to extremes, and human nature, which had originally reached a temporary balance, has become completely unbalanced and collapsed, losing basic control.
The old man with dark green eyes is not in the original living room, nor will he appear in front of anyone. He is under the cathedral, in a dungeon as deep as a hundred meters.
Of course, no one can imprison him here. Your Excellency is already a master that the entire Xixuan Federation cannot imagine.
He appeared here before he lost control for the last time. With the pride of a traitor, a greedy person, and an unyielding person, he would not allow anyone to know his current situation, so he instantly appeared in the dark underground.
At the moment when he collapsed and disintegrated, he used several powerful sealing techniques to seal the entire underground space, so that no sound or light could escape.
The only thing he couldn't control was that the spiritual power around and above the entire Glory Cathedral was violent and chaotic, causing all kinds of miraculous phenomena, which were interpreted by the people of Xixuan as miracles!
The current Pope is actually a monster with various tentacles.
A fat body like a gray pig was covered with all kinds of suckers, eyes, mouthparts and limbs. The body was so huge that it covered the floor of the highest-level underground cell, and it was constantly squirming.
But in the blink of an eye, this strange combination of monsters may split on its own and break into several pieces at random. The blood will overflow and form a blood ball, wrapping those strange parts together.
It doesn't take long for the blood cells to suddenly converge, and a huge humanoid suture monster will appear there again, with six or seven eyes on its face, but it has forgotten its mouth and nose.
The monster slapped its face with its numerous arms and legs, seeming to be annoyed at another failure.
The dark dungeon space fluctuated, and the blond young man appeared suspended in the air, with a serious face, staring at the monster in front of him.
Apparently, for a natural enemy, the monster still knows myrobalan.
Although he had no mouth, a deep laughter came from inside his body:
"Oh oh oh oh... blond boy, you are too late... you are finished... there are not many left... do you still dare to take action against me now?"
The spiritual power in the dungeon space began to rage.
Myrobalan's face became more and more serious, and his thoughts moved.
However, the raging spiritual energy around him did not calm down according to his wishes.
His mind instantly checked the Origin Spirit World. In the Origin Spirit World corresponding to this area, there was still a turbulent situation and it was not peaceful.
Out of control!
The blond young man's face didn't change any more, but he felt a little regretful in his heart.
I should have known better than to indulge this guy too much.
He went too far, and even the control of his original spiritual power was taken away by the other party.
There was a trace of sarcasm on the corner of Hezi's mouth, and he threw a message to the monster.
"Haha, you look like a devil, but what is your wish? Do you dare to face the believers with such honor?"
"Anyway... you won't get it..."
On the Stitch Monster's bare face, six or seven eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he activated the spell brazenly! It's all out of control anyway, why not devour this biggest enemy in one fell swoop!
That Myrobalan was familiar with the unparalleled special spell, and the black light curtain brought by it instantly enveloped the entire dungeon!
Myrobalan naturally did not dare to slack off and immediately used corresponding techniques to resist.
Only "devour" can resist devouring.
He Zizi instinctively knew that if they were swallowed by this out-of-control monster in this situation, both of them would be finished.
The opponent will not succeed, but they may completely disintegrate into more than twenty pieces, scattered in all directions.
Maybe the final outcome will be to start over again, and wait for the tolerant to wake up from ignorance next time and find new carriers one by one. But, will the myrobalan at that time still be this myrobalan?
Although the suture monster is mentally confused, its magical ability is not compromised at all. The thick black light curtain is as thick as substance, making the same magical technique of Myrobalan irresistible.
The two light curtains are of the same origin and merge into one in an instant.
Myrobalan was shocked and instantly escaped into the world of Yuanling.
In the dim dungeon, the black light curtain dissipated, and the crazy laughter of the Stitch Monster could be heard.
After a brief impact of the black light curtain, he actually changed a little.
The fifteen personality attributes, including the traitor attribute he originally carried, were instantly divided into three factions.
Admiration, compassion, unyielding, humility, nobility, and benevolence are one group and merge with each other;
Insidious, despicable, arrogant, greedy, hypocritical, and betrayal form the same faction, and they fit together perfectly;
Neutral prejudice, piety, indifference, and sentiment are one group, deeply integrated.
In an instant, the suture monster exploded and decomposed again. This time, he took the initiative to adjust its image.
After the flesh and blood flew everywhere, every drop of flesh and blood was quickly combined again.
The tall body of the crowned old man appeared again, this time looking normal.
Of course, if there are three faces, left, middle and right, it would be considered normal.
Viewed from the front, his eyes are sinister and cold; viewed from the left, his expression is loving and solemn; viewed from the right, his eyes are indifferent and his face is calm and indifferent.
He raised his head and looked into the void, and his eyes on the left and right sides looked up strangely.
Immediately, he shook his head slightly, as if he knew that even if he followed into the source spirit world at this moment, he would not be able to fuse with the myrobalan.
He slowly lowered his head, his sinister and stern expression softened slightly and became a little gloomy:
"Isn't it said that gods and Buddhas have both compassionate and solemn appearances and angry-eyed diamond faces?"
The face on the left showed a look of disdain:
"It's ridiculous, such a misinterpretation, such an interpretation of the separation of one's own humanity and the division of one's soul, is just deceiving yourself and others. Why don't you dare to enter the world of source spirits? Aren't you afraid that the other party's control over the source spiritual power will surpass yours!"
The face on the right side has a calm expression and seems to be at peace.
"However, given time, who will become Him is really unknown!"
On the three faces, dark green eyes slowly closed.
Gregory actually sat down cross-legged, like a god or Buddha from the East.
In the sky above the City of Glory, the aura of heaven and earth suddenly changed, and the sacred aura that shrouded the Cathedral of Glory suddenly dissipated.
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Neither Gregor nor Myrobalan knew that in the distant world of the East, in that void, one of the Nine Sons, the "guardian", the hasty, red-faced and fat old man without a beard, was in their dungeon. In the short moment of the secret fight, they also experienced the thrilling two worlds of ice and fire.
Originally, during these years, only one Pope and Myrobalan, who originally represented the two supreme mages in the City of Glory, existed.
The hot and bright light spot representing myrobalan did not appear for a whole ten years. The Jiuzi Moon Club even thought that the guy had disappeared. Although Lingyuzi, Shilongzi and Shijunzi did not make this judgment, the other Jiuzi Moon Club thought that the guy had disappeared. Son, it is inevitable to have this guess.
That long-lost light spot was no longer a red color, but a bright white color. It suddenly appeared at the predetermined location, the City of Glory, and merged with the red light representing the Pope, covering the entire Xixuan world in one fell swoop. cover.
The old man Wu Wu was almost anxious at that time. In the huge virtual image of the mother star on the table, the entire hemisphere representing the Xixuan world was completely bright, and no other light spots could be seen.
Just as the old man was wiping his sweat, the bright light suddenly dimmed, and the entire hemisphere seemed to have turned into a black hole, without a trace of light coming out!
After a while, the Xixuan world shrouded in black light gradually returned to its usual appearance.
Only the previous pope's light was left.
Compared with before, the only difference is that the pope's red light spot is not so red anymore.
Impatiently, he quickly recorded the video and sent it to Lord Lingyuzi.
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Just after Ling Yuzi left, Wei Ling continued to sit cross-legged next to the wooden sculpture of the palace guard, feeling regretful that he had forgotten to ask Master Jijiu if he had heard of a senior expert from the empire named Mustard Seed.
He immediately activated his mental power and searched the empire's network boundaries, but did not get any information about Mustard Seed.
Could it be that he really had a dream in the dark world of source spirits?
So all the processes are just the transformation and deduction process of one's own mental power?
This process includes the splitting and tempering of spiritual power, including the calculation of the laws of the source spirit world. Is the old Taoist priest with long eyebrows actually an evolved image of his own soul cultivation?
Thinking about it this way, Welling felt that it was not too far-fetched.
Since he couldn't figure it out, he no longer deliberately pursued the matter.
For a moment, he forgot about the mustard seeds.
Because he thought of his good friend, Li Shibalang, a smile appeared on his lips.
Today is a day off, and Li Lingyou and Yang Xiaohe are drinking at Honghu Tower in Dongshi.
Looking at the vast lake downstairs, it is comfortable and indifferent.
"Eighteen Master, Brother Yang, are you okay?"
The familiar voice sounded in the sea of consciousness between the two of them.
The two of them were startled at the same time, their hands shook, and their drinks poured out.
Li Lingyou and Yang Xiaohe suddenly stood up and looked at each other in disbelief:
"Welling! He's back!"
Before the two of them could react from the shock, they saw a figure dressed in a warlock's robe slowly appear beside their drinking table.
Ten years later, Wei Ling's appearance is still the same as before, without any change, and his eyes are still so surprised and clear.
Both Li Lingyou and Yang Xiaohe have been marked by time. Both of their faces have a weathered look, and they both have messy beards under their chins, while Yang Xiaohe has a more layered meaning of vicissitudes of life.
Wei Ling smiled and handed over his hand:
"Brothers, how come you are so down and out? How can you show any trace of the dignity of the imperial capital?"
Li Lingyou's hand holding the wine glass was facing Wei Ling, trembling constantly, and the wine dripped.
After a moment, he suddenly laughed:
"Haha, Brother Wei Ling, now that you are back, I know that nothing will be difficult for you!"
Before he finished speaking, he hurriedly poured the remaining wine into his mouth and drank it on his back to cover up his gaffe.
Yang Xiaohe looked surprised and complicated. He put down his wine glass and bowed:
"Wei Ling, just come back. It's not in vain that I miss you so much!"
"Haha, I'm back. It's not easy. There are so many vicissitudes of life in the blink of an eye. Come, sit down, sit down, and slowly talk about the past ten years."
Welling sat down casually and found a glass for himself to pour wine.
Li Lingyou's eyes turned red from the stimulation as the strong alcohol entered his throat:
"Haha, some say there are too many things!"
So he leaned over and sat down, and gave the waiter not far away the information about serving wine and food.
