Chapter 711： Kill it easily
China, King Power Mountain!
A figure hides in the clouds and mist. If Mo Qinglian and Qin Yan'er are here, they will be stunned to discover that these mists are the same as those of Longchi, and they are all made of spiritual energy.
The mountains and wilds are full of spiritual energy.
Wangquan Mountain, the seven top spiritual veins of China, the third is here.
According to legend, the world's top cave heaven and blessed land have a scene of spiritual energy forming a spring.
It's a pity that there is no spring shadow on this King Power Mountain now, only a figure sitting in the mountain, swallowing the spiritual fog of the mountain.
In front of this person, there is a sword, half of which is in the soil, only half of which is exposed. This sword is simple and simple, but the lines on one side seem to have stars, and part of the lines are like forests and rivers.
The young man's long hair is floating, falling to the ground, and his black hair is like a waterfall.
There is a light golden rune on his forehead, gleaming slightly, as if collecting the nobleness of the world.
The eyebrows are narrow and long, not as sharp as the sword eyebrows, and not as gentle as the soft eyebrows, but it seems that there is a touch of domineering implicit in this eyebrow.
A piece of brocade, between purple and gold, faintly reveals a bit of cold armor, and there is a small jade pendant hanging from his waist.
Along with the breeze, the jade pendant flipped over, revealing two lines of details.
The years are gurgling, and he is alone in charge of the king.
Suddenly, the young man's implied domineering eyebrows wrinkled lightly, and immediately, those eyes that had been silent for several years opened silently.
The eyes opened, and the mist suddenly dispersed.
In the mountains, if there is a roar of dragons and tigers, there will be more swords, and they want to break through nine days.
...
Outside Death Valley, with a loud noise, the valley cracked people out.
Above the sky, Qin Xuan shook his blood wings and looked down at the so-called Death Valley.
"Emperor Qing, bid farewell to this. If Emperor Qing needs Miaohua's help, Miaohua will do his best!" Miaohua skimmed the sky and landed on the ground.
Qin Xuan glanced at Miaohua lightly, "Hmm!"
He knew that Miaohua was showing good, but he didn't care.
After that, Qin Xuan and Qin Yan'er left and returned to the hotel. The black anaconda, who had been lying on the side for a long time, could no longer stand it, and rushed to Qin Xuan's shoulder.
"Qingdi, shall we continue to visit?" Qin Yaner asked.
"No need." Qin Xuan said lightly, maybe there was something new when he first came, but now, he has no thoughts anymore.
He raised his palm, looked at the gluttonous bones floating quietly, and smiled faintly.
"go!"
Qin Yan'er was startled, "Where to go?"
Qin Xuan put away the gluttonous bones, and said lightly: "Guangming Holy See!"
When the four characters fell, Qin Yaner's expression was shocked immediately.
The Holy See of Light, once she admired the place extremely.
She anticipated what the Qing Emperor was going to do, but couldn't help asking: "Qing Emperor, are you really planning to go to the Holy See of Light?"
At this moment, the world-destroying existence in the Holy See of Guangming is almost only the lonely widow of the Pope of Guangming. A complex emotion flashed in Qin Yan'er's eyes.
Qin Xuan walked calmly, "I originally wanted to go back to China. If you travel by sea, you should happen to pass by the Bright Holy See."
"Stop it easily!"
Qin Xuan's voice faintly sounded, as if it was a gentle breeze to the once the world's largest power, it would disperse as soon as he fell.
It's gone! ?
Qin Yan'er's face was shocked, and finally he sighed in his heart.
The Holy See of Light, is it just like that?
There were waves in her heart, but she stopped talking for a while, quietly following Qin Xuan.
...
In the Holy See of Light, above the archipelago at this moment, it seemed deadly silent.
The world's holy land, which was originally named by the Bible and the **** clock at night, is now terribly silent.
Even, there are some evil birds flying around here, as if the place that once believed in the light has become the evil land of hell.
Vaguely, there was even more **** evil spirit, rising to the sky.
In the Temple of Light, in this temple, there is even a **** spirit lingering.
There was an old man with a divine crown, holding a scepter, holy and compassionate.
He quietly looked at the temple, the corpses, and the blood like a river.
These corpses were the 278 bishops of the Holy See of Illumination. Outside the gate of the temple, there were more knights with blood on their armor. The knight who had sworn to the death to protect the Holy See of Illumination was now lying on the ground, silent.
Bishops, knights, and even those believers, young and old, have all turned into corpses on these islands.
The once brilliant Holy See is more like **** at this moment, with blood, corpses, and evil birds circling, pecking at carrion.
There was only one person still sitting on the high position of the god, like a god, looking down at this **** hell.
The scepter in the old man’s hand was dyed blood at some point, and the lines of the sacred lines that were once in the believers were mysterious and holy, but at this moment, it was like blood, flowing slowly, the keel that was once extremely holy, as if soaked In the sea of blood, the spar that once illuminated the darkness is more like the eyes of Pluto.
With a faint smile on the corner of the old man's mouth, he moved, and walked down from the position of the pope, with blood on his feet, and the corpse, walking through the temple like a sea of blood.
No one can believe that these thousands of lives are buried in the hands of the Pope of Light.
No one ever knew that the spokesperson of the God of Light, who had sworn to serve the light, was just the weakest heir of the previous pope before he became the pope of light.
The old man once killed the previous pope himself, took all the power of the pope, and then killed other heirs, except for his younger brother, the pope who died in the United States not long ago.
After that, he took power and killed all those who knew about it, and the blood became a river, and he took the power of those strong.
It took everyone's strength, life, and made him.
A strong man who has been in the world for hundreds of years, he is number one in the world and number one in the Olympus list. What a supreme title.
No one has ever known how such a title is based in the sea of blood.
The old man never thought that he would have such a day, and would act like that again.
He reached the highest peak, saw the blood-stained bell, saw the majestic archipelago, and even saw the river of blood.
He smiled, grinning like a wicked demon.
"Qingdi!"
He slowly spit out these two words, "When I kill you, I will recruit believers again and set up light again!"
His eyes were far away, and he saw the black spots coming through the sea.
Seeing the huge black anaconda, if the divine dragon came to the sea, I even saw Qin Xuan and Qin Yan'er standing on the black anaconda.
"come on!"
"Consecrate your life and strength to me!"
"In this world, I am the god, the only god!"
He looked at the figure breaking through the sea, his words were long and heavy, and his face became more hideous and terrifying.
"Only I..."
"Only supreme!"
——
Two updates today!
The outbreak began on April 1, Laomeng was preparing to make a wave of rankings in April.
The estimated time of the outbreak is about one month, so I would like to say hello to you in advance.
I hope you can help Lao Meng make a wave of the list in April. For the great gods on the list, Lao Meng has slightly fewer words, so it is a pity, but I am very grateful to you all for keeping Lao Meng in the top ten.
However, this is not the reason why Laomeng does not seek to forge ahead.
Lao Meng believes in the four characters, and God rewards her diligence, so Lao Meng prepared more and more violent changes in April in exchange for everyone's monthly ticket support.
Every book friend is satisfied, and the monthly pass comes.
In April, I beg you to help Lao Meng, fight with all your strength, and see where Lao Meng can reach.
Monthly tickets are not limited, and they are updated continuously.
As a mad fairy, why fear a battle!
Please join me with Lao Meng, fighting for the mad fairy and fighting for the Qing Emperor!
Thanks!
A figure hides in the clouds and mist. If Mo Qinglian and Qin Yan'er are here, they will be stunned to discover that these mists are the same as those of Longchi, and they are all made of spiritual energy.
The mountains and wilds are full of spiritual energy.
Wangquan Mountain, the seven top spiritual veins of China, the third is here.
According to legend, the world's top cave heaven and blessed land have a scene of spiritual energy forming a spring.
It's a pity that there is no spring shadow on this King Power Mountain now, only a figure sitting in the mountain, swallowing the spiritual fog of the mountain.
In front of this person, there is a sword, half of which is in the soil, only half of which is exposed. This sword is simple and simple, but the lines on one side seem to have stars, and part of the lines are like forests and rivers.
The young man's long hair is floating, falling to the ground, and his black hair is like a waterfall.
There is a light golden rune on his forehead, gleaming slightly, as if collecting the nobleness of the world.
The eyebrows are narrow and long, not as sharp as the sword eyebrows, and not as gentle as the soft eyebrows, but it seems that there is a touch of domineering implicit in this eyebrow.
A piece of brocade, between purple and gold, faintly reveals a bit of cold armor, and there is a small jade pendant hanging from his waist.
Along with the breeze, the jade pendant flipped over, revealing two lines of details.
The years are gurgling, and he is alone in charge of the king.
Suddenly, the young man's implied domineering eyebrows wrinkled lightly, and immediately, those eyes that had been silent for several years opened silently.
The eyes opened, and the mist suddenly dispersed.
In the mountains, if there is a roar of dragons and tigers, there will be more swords, and they want to break through nine days.
...
Outside Death Valley, with a loud noise, the valley cracked people out.
Above the sky, Qin Xuan shook his blood wings and looked down at the so-called Death Valley.
"Emperor Qing, bid farewell to this. If Emperor Qing needs Miaohua's help, Miaohua will do his best!" Miaohua skimmed the sky and landed on the ground.
Qin Xuan glanced at Miaohua lightly, "Hmm!"
He knew that Miaohua was showing good, but he didn't care.
After that, Qin Xuan and Qin Yan'er left and returned to the hotel. The black anaconda, who had been lying on the side for a long time, could no longer stand it, and rushed to Qin Xuan's shoulder.
"Qingdi, shall we continue to visit?" Qin Yaner asked.
"No need." Qin Xuan said lightly, maybe there was something new when he first came, but now, he has no thoughts anymore.
He raised his palm, looked at the gluttonous bones floating quietly, and smiled faintly.
"go!"
Qin Yan'er was startled, "Where to go?"
Qin Xuan put away the gluttonous bones, and said lightly: "Guangming Holy See!"
When the four characters fell, Qin Yaner's expression was shocked immediately.
The Holy See of Light, once she admired the place extremely.
She anticipated what the Qing Emperor was going to do, but couldn't help asking: "Qing Emperor, are you really planning to go to the Holy See of Light?"
At this moment, the world-destroying existence in the Holy See of Guangming is almost only the lonely widow of the Pope of Guangming. A complex emotion flashed in Qin Yan'er's eyes.
Qin Xuan walked calmly, "I originally wanted to go back to China. If you travel by sea, you should happen to pass by the Bright Holy See."
"Stop it easily!"
Qin Xuan's voice faintly sounded, as if it was a gentle breeze to the once the world's largest power, it would disperse as soon as he fell.
It's gone! ?
Qin Yan'er's face was shocked, and finally he sighed in his heart.
The Holy See of Light, is it just like that?
There were waves in her heart, but she stopped talking for a while, quietly following Qin Xuan.
...
In the Holy See of Light, above the archipelago at this moment, it seemed deadly silent.
The world's holy land, which was originally named by the Bible and the **** clock at night, is now terribly silent.
Even, there are some evil birds flying around here, as if the place that once believed in the light has become the evil land of hell.
Vaguely, there was even more **** evil spirit, rising to the sky.
In the Temple of Light, in this temple, there is even a **** spirit lingering.
There was an old man with a divine crown, holding a scepter, holy and compassionate.
He quietly looked at the temple, the corpses, and the blood like a river.
These corpses were the 278 bishops of the Holy See of Illumination. Outside the gate of the temple, there were more knights with blood on their armor. The knight who had sworn to the death to protect the Holy See of Illumination was now lying on the ground, silent.
Bishops, knights, and even those believers, young and old, have all turned into corpses on these islands.
The once brilliant Holy See is more like **** at this moment, with blood, corpses, and evil birds circling, pecking at carrion.
There was only one person still sitting on the high position of the god, like a god, looking down at this **** hell.
The scepter in the old man’s hand was dyed blood at some point, and the lines of the sacred lines that were once in the believers were mysterious and holy, but at this moment, it was like blood, flowing slowly, the keel that was once extremely holy, as if soaked In the sea of blood, the spar that once illuminated the darkness is more like the eyes of Pluto.
With a faint smile on the corner of the old man's mouth, he moved, and walked down from the position of the pope, with blood on his feet, and the corpse, walking through the temple like a sea of blood.
No one can believe that these thousands of lives are buried in the hands of the Pope of Light.
No one ever knew that the spokesperson of the God of Light, who had sworn to serve the light, was just the weakest heir of the previous pope before he became the pope of light.
The old man once killed the previous pope himself, took all the power of the pope, and then killed other heirs, except for his younger brother, the pope who died in the United States not long ago.
After that, he took power and killed all those who knew about it, and the blood became a river, and he took the power of those strong.
It took everyone's strength, life, and made him.
A strong man who has been in the world for hundreds of years, he is number one in the world and number one in the Olympus list. What a supreme title.
No one has ever known how such a title is based in the sea of blood.
The old man never thought that he would have such a day, and would act like that again.
He reached the highest peak, saw the blood-stained bell, saw the majestic archipelago, and even saw the river of blood.
He smiled, grinning like a wicked demon.
"Qingdi!"
He slowly spit out these two words, "When I kill you, I will recruit believers again and set up light again!"
His eyes were far away, and he saw the black spots coming through the sea.
Seeing the huge black anaconda, if the divine dragon came to the sea, I even saw Qin Xuan and Qin Yan'er standing on the black anaconda.
"come on!"
"Consecrate your life and strength to me!"
"In this world, I am the god, the only god!"
He looked at the figure breaking through the sea, his words were long and heavy, and his face became more hideous and terrifying.
"Only I..."
"Only supreme!"
——
Two updates today!
The outbreak began on April 1, Laomeng was preparing to make a wave of rankings in April.
The estimated time of the outbreak is about one month, so I would like to say hello to you in advance.
I hope you can help Lao Meng make a wave of the list in April. For the great gods on the list, Lao Meng has slightly fewer words, so it is a pity, but I am very grateful to you all for keeping Lao Meng in the top ten.
However, this is not the reason why Laomeng does not seek to forge ahead.
Lao Meng believes in the four characters, and God rewards her diligence, so Lao Meng prepared more and more violent changes in April in exchange for everyone's monthly ticket support.
Every book friend is satisfied, and the monthly pass comes.
In April, I beg you to help Lao Meng, fight with all your strength, and see where Lao Meng can reach.
Monthly tickets are not limited, and they are updated continuously.
As a mad fairy, why fear a battle!
Please join me with Lao Meng, fighting for the mad fairy and fighting for the Qing Emperor!
Thanks!
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