In the middle of the Stormwind Empire, there is a majestic mountain range that stretches for hundreds of millions of miles.
It's like the dragon that is dormant on the ground, it seems that it will rise into the sky in the next second.
This mountain range is nothing else. It is the Stormwind Mountain Range known as the first sacred mountain in the Stormwind Empire, and the headquarters of the Temple of Stormwind is located in the Stormwind Mountain Range.
From time to time, there are streams of light that cut through the void.
It has to be said that this temple of storm is worthy of being one of the nine major forces in the magical world, with a strong foundation, far beyond the imagination of the world.
Like the sky mage, he is almost the top power in one Principality. Many small principalities don’t necessarily have a sky mage. Even among the major kingdoms, they can all be called the power. Qualified to confer the title of earl and control a territory, but in this storm mountain range, that is a humble unknown pawn, so humble and insignificant.
Even Master Yuehua is easily visible here.
The Palace of the Pope, standing on the main peak of the Storm Mountains-the mountain of the storm, is like a shrine in which the gods live, and it is shining and shining.
This is the place where the Pope of Stormwind is submerged, and it is the closest place to the God of Storm. Without the decree of the Pope of Storm, even some first-level archbishops of the Sun Yao mage realm are not allowed to set foot in the Pope's palace at will.
The trespassers will be responsible for the lighter rod, but for the heavy ones, they will directly abolish the cultivation base and expel the Temple of Stormwind.
Inside the Pope’s Palace.
The Storm Pope sits on the Pope's throne, and the terrifying hurricanes, like a peerless dragon, burst out from the pores of his body, ravaging the world and strangling everything.
At this moment, if someone appeared in the Pope’s Palace, even a few Sun Yao mages would be crushed to pieces and completely annihilated.
terrible! This Storm Pope is definitely a Holy Spirit Mage, not even an ordinary lower Holy Spirit Mage.
"Under the crown of the Pope, Archbishop Edmund begs to see you."
Suddenly, a respectful voice came from outside the hall.
"Huh? Edmund is back?"
Pope Stormwind opened his closed eyes, and endless hurricanes raged in his pupils. His eyes were like two terrifying hurricane worlds, which made people creepy.
"How could it be so fast? Could it be that he has found..."
There was a flash of inspiration in his mind, and Pope Storm couldn't wait, saying, "Quick, let Edmund come in."
"It turns out to be an upper~a holy wizard, worthy of being the headquarters of the Temple of Stormwind. It really has an extraordinary background." Looking at the Pope of Stormwind sitting on the throne, Yang Fan's heart condensed slightly. In addition, he also sensed four breaths of the Holy Spirit mage.
The holy spirit mage of the magical world, placed in the eternal world, is the top ruler, plus the god of storm behind them, a half-step Venerable, and the five top rulers. This power can already be called the best of the first-class powers. The author.
However, Yang Fan did not dare to neglect on the face, he bent slightly, bowed, and said, "Edmond sees the Pope's crown."
"Edmond, you came back in such a hurry, but you discovered the secret of the Duke of Hell?" The Storm Pope was a little impatient, said, Archbishop Edmond, going to the Royal Capital of Raymond, presiding over Storm Church is one aspect. More importantly, he was ordered by Pope Storm to find out Yang Fan's secret.
The Grand Duke of Evan is simply a miracle. He is less than five hundred years old and almost possesses the power of a quasi-holy spirit mage, even a true holy spirit mage.
To say that there is no big secret in him, big adventures, and he doesn't believe in killing him.
You know, as the Pope of the Stormwind Temple, he has been fully trained by the Stormwind Temple since he was a child. It can be said that there are as many resources as he needs, but as a result, it took nearly a million years to be worthy of a step. It took millions of years to enter the realm of the Holy Spirit Mage and really take that step.
But the Grand Duke Evan is less than five hundred years old, so he is less than five hundred years old.
The gap between them is more than ten thousand miles.
If you can get the secret of the Grand Duke Evan, you can't say that he is also expected to have a glimpse of the position of the gods domain mage, and the true life is equal to the sky.
Although he believes in the God of Stormwind, it does not mean that Pope Stormwind does not want to become a god.
"His Majesty, fortunately, after my investigation, I finally discovered some secrets of the Grand Duke Evan. The secret is..."
"Edmond, what is the secret?" Pope Stormwind looked anxious.
"The secret is... God's seal."
Suddenly, a fierce light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and the Vulcan Scepter appeared in his hand.
The Storm Pope, whose attention was completely attracted by the secret, never thought that his confidant Edmund Archbishop suddenly attacked him, it was still that terrifying eleventh order-god magic.
"Ah~~~No..."
Pope Storm had only had time to let out a heart-piercing wailing, and he was completely suppressed.
The vast sea of magic power directly turned into a pool of stagnant water. With the blessing of the scepter of the most treasured Vulcan in the universe, Yang Fan’s move was a seal of the gods, and it would take a lot of effort to break the seal. Kungfu, not to mention that Pope Stormwind is a master of the Holy Spirit.
The whole body's magic, spirit, soul, everything, all were forbidden.
The Storm Pope at this moment is not much better than some low-level magicians.
"You...you are not Edmund, you...who are you?" Pope Storm stared at Yang Fan. At this moment, if he still doesn't understand, the person in front of him It's a fake, then he really has lived for so many years in vain.
"Who am I? Your majesty, the great Pope, you are plotting my secrets, but you don't even know who I am?" Yang Fan sneered at the corner of his mouth.
"Ah~~~ Evan, you are Evan, Duke of Hell, no, this... how is this possible?" Pope Stormwind looked incredulous. The power just now gave him the feeling that it was compared The god of the storm he believed in would not be much worse, the Duke of Hell, Evan, was at best a lower holy spirit mage, how could he have this kind of power.
"Hehe.... Nothing is impossible. Okay, I have answered your question. It's time to send you on the road."
"Ah~~~No, Evan, I am the Pope of the Temple of Stormwind, and the spokesperson of my god on the mainland. If you dare to hurt me, my god will not let you go..."
"This is not a prison, you bother, it won't take long before he will come down to accompany you."
Next second...
Yang Fan held down the head of the Storm Pope with one hand, swallowing the sky and devouring the earth.
"Rumble..."
The horrible devouring power, madly erupted, swallowing everything.