Chapter 575： gift to the **** of light

   "Infidel?"

The **** of light fell into contemplation, pagan, it seems... it seems that it has been a long time, but he clearly remembers in his mind, that group of dark and ugly things is still a defective product.

So, those dark things are called heretics.

"It is said that two new infidels have come, and now the entire blood clan regards the one with pure dark power as the Dark God, Father God, such a person is simply challenging your majesty."

At this time, the God of Light finally got some interest, God of Darkness? He raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

Interesting, interesting, Dark God?

Turned out to be the Dark God?

That group of abandoned pagans actually found a dark god, which is really interesting. It seems that there has been no such interesting thing in heaven for a long time.

"Is there a portrait of them?"

"This is them, Father God, please see."

The God of Light carefully looked at the pair of men and women on the paper, all of them were oriental faces. He glanced at the gloomy face, then moved away, and turned to look at Mu Bingyun, that ethereal and holy look, once attracted him.

If...if this face appeared in front of him, worshipped him as a godfather, and crawls at his feet, I don't know what kind of scenery it would be like.

"Father, are you going to send someone down to destroy them?"

Bright God blinked, I really don't understand why there is such an evil thought in such pure eyes: "No, she caught it."

"Understood, Father God, what about the Dark God?"

"he?"

A sneer appeared on the corner of the mouth of the God of Light: "Do whatever you want, as long as she is." He only wants her, such a holy face, a beautiful figure, and a very charming dress. Especially that very iconic oriental face really made him very interested.

It seems that the gods of the East have disappeared for a long time, and he can't find the truth of the disappearance back then. However, this woman has the temperament of an oriental god. He took a sip of wine and slowly closed his eyes.

"Yu, is it alright?"

Mu Bingyun was also a little nervous. Although they were able to transform the exercises for ordinary people to practice at will, it was the first time they tried about the blood clan.

"Okay."

When Cang Yu said this, she smiled, as if she was much more nervous than him.

"Come on, let them try first."

Mu Bingyun nodded: "Okay."

Alfonso and the others were summoned, and then Cangyu told them about the exercise. All the blood tribes couldn't help being shocked when they heard the effect of the exercise. A practice that can make them stop sucking blood, and can also make their strength continue to improve, directly absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, isn't this a level that only gods can achieve?

All the blood clans couldn't believe that Cangyu would actually take out such a precious exercise. After they got it, they all began to cultivate, and then they realized that all this was true. Their God Father really did not abandon them or even gave them such precious things. They are no longer abandoned people.

Alfonso was a little excited. After he practiced the exercises, he finally realized that Cangyu might not really be his **** father, but so what, such a dark **** is better than the former **** father. God the Father seems to have never looked at them after he created them, and even regarded them as **** and defective products. In the eyes of God the Father, the blood race is an unqualified race.

They were indeed ruthlessly abandoned by God the Father.

However, now they are able to change, and for Cangyu, whether it is God the Father or not, they are willing to be loyal to him forever. When the entire blood race was immersed in cultivation, the new pope came with people.

Mu Bingyun and Cangyu walked out of the castle, then squeezed a formation to protect the castle, and looked at the pope in red and the person who came down from a certain heaven with a holy face. The man's whole body exudes strong divine power, and his face also looks very holy. But those eyes were so turbid, destroying the temperament of the whole body.

"You are Mu Bingyun!"

The man in the white robe raised his chin and said very proudly: "You come with me now, the Father wants to see you." After speaking, Elmer felt as if he had been pierced by a sharp sword. He couldn't stop looking in this direction, and when he saw the blue man in black, he was so shocked that he couldn't help but back away.

If it wasn't for that oriental face, he would really think that the man in front of him was the **** of darkness, but he knew very well that the **** of darkness could not be an oriental.

The rich dark power on the opponent's body had already suppressed him to the point where he couldn't breathe.

But he was still blushing: "Father God has taken a fancy to you, and now let you go to heaven as a servant, this is your honor, I hope you don't let Father God down."

Elmer still looked very proud. God the Father is the most powerful God in this world. No one can refute God the Father. In short, in his eyes, God the Father is all good.

"God of Light?"

Mu Bingyun chuckled lightly: "If it's the God of Light, you can tell him that the blood race is covered by us."

"Sure enough, you are a heretic. If you do this, the Father will be angry. Once the Father is angry, all of you will be finished, not only the blood family, but you, the people of this world, all will not be able to survive."

In his eyes, the **** of light is angry and will destroy everything, even more terrible than the **** of darkness. After he finished speaking, a holy white light appeared in his hand, and he attacked Mu Bingyun, as if he wanted to restrain Mu Bingyun.

The two "slaps" were Cangyu's shot, and two slap prints appeared on Elmer's cheeks: "Gift to the God of Light."

Mu Bingyun couldn't help laughing, did this man have a cold sense of humor, and he actually learned to joke. Isn't the swollen cheeks of this holy messenger in front of him too pitiful?

"You, how dare you hit me!"

Elmer pointed at Cangyu angrily, but did not dare to fight back. He knew that he was definitely not the opponent of the two in front of him, so he glared at the two of them, and quickly left with the Pope.

Mu Bingyun and Cang Yu looked at each other, "I'll follow."

"Let's go together!"

She glanced at the castle: "There are still blood clans here, even if there is a formation, I am not at ease. After all, this is different from the fairy world. If other people have any means and we don't come back in time, wouldn't we have missed the cause and effect here. "

"it is good."

Cangyu didn't say much. The blood clan had just started cultivating. If something went wrong in the middle, if he wasn't there, he wouldn't be able to help them, so Mu Bingyun would be the most appropriate to follow. Moreover, he believed that they did not have many enemies here, even if the legendary God of Light, Mu Bingyun, should not be defeated in front of the opponent.