In the air, the Sea of Holy Light and the Pope disappeared together, as if they had never appeared before, and the falling full moon also shattered, countless fragments fell like raindrops, and at the core of the full moon, the pale-faced True Lord Tianyue lightly He wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then flew back slowly without saying a word.
From far and near, the spectators were all stunned. The change happened so fast just now that people couldn't even judge what was going on in the current situation. Did Tianyue win or the Pope won
If the Pope wins, why is Tianyue, a heretic, still alive? And if Tianyue won, how could he be so silent with his mad dog temperament? Even though he was seriously injured, he would loudly boast of his victory.
And when everyone was confused, a person from the Kyushu side slowly flew over, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a fairy-like demeanor, it was Feng Yin, the highest person in charge of the Kyushu monks in the Xiyi Continent.
"Please teach the next person to go out."
Master Fengyin's voice is soft and gentle, like a breeze blowing on the face, but when he speaks, everyone in a thousand miles around can feel the voice is clearly distinguishable, as if it is next to his ears, showing quite brilliant magic power, but not as ostentatious as Tianyue .
However, Feng Yin lived in mid-air and opened his mouth to fight, but there was no response from the Holy Light Cult for a long time. It was not until a long time later that a few bishops in the holy cathedral trapped in the sand said: "The result of the last battle has not been decided, and it is not yet our turn." The next person will fight"
Feng Yin smiled and said nothing, and ignored it, because when those bishops questioned, another person stood up in the Holy Cathedral, walking slowly like the pope, but every step took several With a distance of hundreds of kilometers, after three steps, he walked in front of Feng Yin.
The man was wearing a golden-red cloak, a crown on his head, and a scepter in his hand. He was dressed like a pope. And with his appearance, the cheers of thousands of people boiled up.
The cheers stopped abruptly after a while, because it was discovered that the man was not Pope Billy III, but the prophet Herrington, the number two figure in the Holy Light Church. body
Prophet Herrington and Pope Billy are close friends who have known each other for many years. Billy went from the grassroots to the peak of the Holy Light Church step by step. Prophet Herrington contributed a lot.
Finally, in astonishment, people realized that Pope Billy III had really fallen just now.
Fortunately, with his close friend Herrington present, the position of Pope will not be vacant, and after inheriting the Pope's scepter and crown, Herrington's power will not be much worse than Billy.
"Good calculation."
In the silence, Hailington spoke coldly, his eyes full of murderous intent. This prophet, who was always modest and low-key, was boiling with anger at this time.
"You calculated that the ghosts underground in the holy city would be at this time, so you chose today to start the war. You figured that the ghosts would work hand in hand with you, so you asked the demon Tianyue to unleash his ultimate move and take the entire continent as a hostage to force him to fight. He had to rely on the power of the holy city to summon the sea of holy light, and the conspiracy continued step by step. You claim to be fighting alone, but in reality you are fighting two against one. It is really despicable and shameless."
After hearing these words, everyone present was stunned.
It's no wonder Tianyue didn't say a word after winning just now, after all, he also knew that he was invincible in victory, and he also relied on the power of the Spirit Sword Sect, who had always had an old grudge.
However, these words also confirmed that Pope Billy III had really fallen, and the first battle... was really won by the people of Kyushu, although this victory was really a bit despicable.
"Despicable and shameless? If you say that Fellow Daoist Tianyue borrowed a little bit of power to calculate, it is considered as two enemies and one. How about the Pope of your religion relying on the power of belief of hundreds of millions of believers?" Feng Yin did not show weakness, "May The bet admits defeat, is your sect planning to go back on its word?"
The Prophet Hailington waved his scepter: "No, I want you to know that because of your despicableness, after the two wars, you will wear thorns and chains, kneel for thousands of years in front of the holy cathedral, and repent for your sins
Feng Yin stopped talking nonsense: "Let's wait and see."
Hailington waved the scepter, the surrounding space became thick and stagnant, countless phantoms lingered around the two of them, and people vaguely saw that in the phantoms, the real Fengyin was covered in blood and fell apart under the purification of the holy light.
People saw that the whole army of the Kyushu side was wiped out, and several leaders knelt in front of the church of the Holy Light in chains.
People saw that the sea of holy light descended on Xiyi Continent again, and the supreme light purified all heresies
Hailington roared loudly: "I have seen the future and that is the future you will destroy."
And with the roar, the illusions around him changed rapidly, and finally stopped at the scene where Feng Yin was purified by the holy light, and thousands of virtual images gradually condensed, as if they were about to turn from virtual to real, confusing the real with the fake.
"The great prophecy, this is the great prophecy of the prophets"
Many people in the church exclaimed. The Prophet Herrington hadn't made a serious move for many years. Now that he has inherited the power of the Pope, the power of the Great Prophecy is impressively stronger than before. Herrington's eyes seem to be able to see the causal line of this world, and manipulate it with skillful hands to directly change the fate.
This is not just a legendary means, but close to the gods.
At this time, even if he is not familiar with the power system of the Xiyi Continent, he can still see its brilliance. The monks who participated in the battle from the Kyushu side were all worried. Even Tianyue Zhenjun may not be able to resist this move. Although Daoist Fengyin is the head of the Five Absolutes, he is only at the peak of Transformation God...
However, Feng Yin himself was not in a hurry, facing the illusion of oppression, he just waved his hand lightly and said something.
"You read it wrong."
In the next moment, thousands of illusions disappeared.
"You?" Hailington looked at Feng Yin in disbelief as if he had been hit hard in the air, and then his expression gradually became dignified.
Previously, when Pope Billy faced Zhenjun Tianyue, Herrington made several prophecies before the battle, trying to gain some advantage for the Pope, but the results were hidden behind a cloud of fog without exception, obviously being deliberately disturbed by an expert . But now it seems that the person in front of him is the one who can disrupt his prophecy.
"Are you the prophet from Kyushu?"
Feng Yin heard the words and sighed: "Prophet? I'm just an old thing who can't even tell the difference between the tea sword and the Nian sword. I don't even dare to say that I can do it."
The conversation between the two, each uses their own native language, because when they reach their realm, the words can follow the law, and the meaning can naturally be understood through the transformation of mana. However, for many spectators, the dialogue between the two seemed obscure.
A young monk who came to watch the battle with his elders really didn't understand: "What is Master Fengyin talking about? Although he has always been low-key and modest, but to the Xiyi people...is it necessary to be so humble? Kill him quickly to win the first place." Just two rounds is enough, how cool and quick it is to be like Zhenjun Tianyue."
As soon as the words fell, the master's slap fell on the head: "If you are ignorant and talk less, you think that Xiyi man is so easy to kill? Do you think Tianyue Zhenjun can easily kill the pope?"
For the elder monks who watched the battle, these two battles were thrilling. The bright moon of Tianyue Zhenjun and the pope's summoning of the sea of sacred light are already god-level methods, and even the aftermath can make them Nascent Soul Avatars. The successor Pope Herrington seemed to be weaker than Billy, but the power of the big prophecy was also infinite, directly obliterating the opponent from the level of cause and effect. , If anyone present was changed, even Zhenjun Tianyue might not be able to catch it.
Only Daoist Fengyin, a cultivator of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance known for his star expansion technique, can easily decipher the opponent's causal attack... No, it's not easy to say, that one wave of his hand may be able to extract more than half of the mana of the peak of the general transformation god , no matter how powerful Feng Yin is, it cannot be done easily.
"You are very powerful." Hailington said coldly, "But the Holy Light Cult has eliminated too many powerful opponents in the past thousands of years."
Feng Yin smiled and said: "Excellent? It's too much of an award. I'm just a third-rate alchemist. I can barely calculate the future one or two steps ahead. If it's farther away, I can't do anything."
Regarding Feng Yin's soft and tough attitude, Hailington didn't feel that he was humble and low-key, but a kind of deep pride, so he decided not to talk nonsense with him, he raised his scepter, and tried to use it again The supreme authority of the Holy Light came to order cause and effect, but at this time, the wind sighed.
"This meaningless battle is almost over."
While speaking, he raised his hand, and a row of bright silver flying swords flew out from his wide cuffs, piercing the sky. At this time, the days and nights left by Zhenjun Tianyue have not yet disappeared, and although the dark clouds above his head gradually dissipated, they still covered the sky. With half the sky. A row of flying swords pierced through the clouds, and the sky once again became like thick ink. In the next moment, the flying swords shattered and turned into thousands of debris, dotted in the thick darkness, dazzling like a galaxy.
"This is the move of the Despicable Star Sword Art, please teach me."
As Feng Yin said, the sword in his right hand pointed down, and Xinghe fell to the ground, turning into a refined silver sword and stabbing straight down.
Even though it used the spell left behind by Zhenjun Tianyue, the power of this sword is not much less than that of Mingyue Dangkong. Hailington's face was extremely solemn, and the target of the great prophecy was also locked on this giant sword.
Then, he spoke in a deep voice, and his voice resounded in all directions.
"In the face of the Holy Light, the blade of blasphemy will stand still"
While speaking, the Xinghe long sword seemed to froze for a moment.
"My eyes penetrate the long river of time and witness the rise and fall of all things"
Around the long sword, countless phantoms were generated and rotated like fragments.
In the end, Hailington slammed the scepter in the air: "And I have already foreseen its collapse"
boom
Thousands of phantoms suddenly stopped spinning and stuck to the surface of the long sword. With the final step of the prophecy, the power of cause and effect exploded, and the long sword groaned, finally unable to resist, and fell apart.
At the same time, before a smile could be put on Hailington's face, he froze.
A sharp long sword touched his neck.
In front of him, Feng Yin turned his face away, and said softly: "This move is from the Star Sword Code...
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