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I fell down and got an ambiguous wound on my knee. Please vote for me!
Hahaha, I remembered what a buddy told me about the first time he had intimate contact with his girlfriend. His knees were rubbed to pieces on the mat! quack!
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After the ancient war between gods and the era of destruction, there were strong men who survived in the world, following the beliefs of the gods and spreading teachings among all living beings. Strong men like wWw, QUanbEn-xIAoShUo, and Com are the first batch of divine envoys, the first disciples of the gods.
I don’t know how many years passed, but 208 God’s messengers gathered at the Holy Mountain, the foundation of today’s church, and the church took shape. These 208 divine messengers all have the title of "divine popes" in the history of the church, which is a more noble priesthood than saints. They are extremely exalted, standing above all the popes, presbyters, canons, cardinals, and other clergy of the church.
They are called the 'Yuan Zong', which means the beginning of the church era and the sect of the gods' faith.
For countless years, the history of the 208 Yuan Sect has long been turned into a legend. Then, under the exaggeration of generations of church clergy, it has turned into a legend and a myth. In the end, it only exists in ancient books. . Except for those old scholars who look for chapters and excerpts, not many people in the Western continent know the origin of "Yuan Zong".
Mr. Mo is undoubtedly such a sage!
He vomited blood in large mouths, and two streams of blood spurted out from his nostrils. The power in his body continued to drain away. Five or six ribs were broken in his chest, and all the bones in his body were groaning. The pain was heartbreaking. , Mr. Mo has not experienced it for how many years
since. . . Since that year, the Punishment Knights burned down the ancestral castle of Mr. Mo's family, tortured his beloved wife and sent her to the stake. People all over the world are chasing Mr. Mo. He was forced to linger in the gutter like a dead dog, and finally struggled to escape. Since that period of darkness, Mr. Mo has never suffered such pain again.
Taking a heavy breath, the blood Mr. Mo spurted turned into golden crystal as soon as it came out of his mouth.
The attacks released by the three Yuanzong through their own eyes severely wounded Mr. Mo, whose strength had reached the peak of a demigod. The terrifying divine power invaded Mr. Mo's body with the power to exterminate all heretics and assimilate all alien energy. The blood in Mr. Mo's body was quickly assimilated by the divine power, causing the blood clots he sprayed out that had lost their vitality to be assimilated into A crystal with divine properties.
"Yuan Zong!" Mr. Mo smiled miserably: "Where did you come from? If I say that the purple dragon bone bismuth has nothing to do with me..."
The withered lips wriggled slightly, and a Yuanzong whispered: "The words of mortals should not be trusted. Your blood, your bones, your flesh, your spirits, and your souls are filled with original sin, It is full of sins and full of evil. Your words cannot be trusted. Let us take out your soul and torture all the memories in the origin of your soul. That is truly trustworthy."
Mr. Mo's body suddenly stiffened. He stared intently at the passage that his body had broken, the hole in the wall, the collapsed and shattered tree trunks, and the tunnel in front of him that was still emitting intense heat and was knocked open by his body.
According to legend, these old monsters in the church are all bent on killing all heretics. They are freaks without any humanity at all. We saw them today. Sure enough. Mr. Mo believes that he is also one of the giants in the Western Continent. He also has extremely huge resources and huge power in his hands. For any big force, he is a worthy target to bribe and win over.
But these three old immortals, who even looked like zombies, had no intention of making peace with Mr. Mo. Draw out Mr. Mo's soul. Searching for the fundamental memory in the origin of his soul, this is obviously to make Mr. Mo's soul fly away!
The sound of gentle footsteps kept approaching, and the three great Yuan Sects slowly approached with a large number of clergy. The Eye of the Void loomed high in the sky, and a huge force of confinement restricted the surrounding void. Mr. Mo's body trembled slightly, and a dark golden light flickered on the surface of his skin. He wanted to try to tear open the void and escape, but the void sealed by the Eye of the Void was so solid that Mr. Mo, who had been severely injured, could not even The surrounding air cannot be shaken.
"Stupid mortal!" A Yuan Zong walked forward slowly. He looked coldly at Mr. Mo who was deep in the mountain and said in a low voice: "It's strange? Surprising? Having the power of the peak of the Enlightener means having what you call Why is the power of the peak demigod so vulnerable?"
"Confusion fills your soul! Pain is tormenting your fragile mind! Mortal knowledge, mortal strength, mortal soul, poor mortal!" The Yuan Zong slowly released his energy breath, and then silently The gentleman looked at him in great shock!
This old guy, the aura he releases is at most comparable to a lower-level demigod! Compared with the power possessed by Mr. Mo, it is undoubtedly the difference between a small stream and an endless sea. But for such an old man, who was pitifully weak compared to Mr. Mo, he only released an inconspicuous attack through his own eyes, and actually severely injured Mr. Mo!
Mr. Mo smiled bitterly, shook his head and said: "Shameless, did the Yuan Zong of the church also rely on poison to defeat the enemy?"
The three Yuanzong laughed sarcastically. They shook their heads gently, but they did not bother to explain this problem.
Instead, Wright Chenxi stepped forward. He smiled gently at Mr. Mo and said, "It was my idea to use the Mermaid Empire's Lover's Tears. Because I didn't know that the three Yuanzong had also come here. In the Holy Light When His Majesty I issues an edict for you to see me, I will prepare my lover's tears."
With a low smile, Wright Chenxi spread his hands: "The Lover's Tears have seeped into the spring water used for making tea and can no longer be extracted. Instead of waiting for a day and a night for its effectiveness to be completely lost, it is better to use it on you. .”
Awe looked at the three Yuanzong, and Wright Chenxi said softly: "Using the poison of the fallen angel to deal with you has nothing to do with the will of the three Yuanzong."
Mr. Mo looked up and sighed: "So, the three Yuanzong really have the ability to defeat me head-on with the power of a lower-level demigod?"
The three Yuanzong laughed at the same time. They were like ancient giants who laughed when they saw a baby waving a wooden sword and wanted to challenge them. A Yuan Zong smiled dryly and said: "We know your questions, your confusion, and your confusion. However, we are not obligated to answer these questions for you!"
"Mortals who are lost in hypocritical power, you are not qualified to contact the true way of power!" The three Yuanzong burst into bright smiles: "We are very happy that on the first day of our brief awakening, we can get The news about Purple Dragon Bone Bismuth shows that you have all gone further and further on the wrong path of power! We are very happy!"
Mr. Mo struggled to sit up. He threw away the paragraph about the Purple Dragon Bone Bismuth and just stared at the three Yuanzong with wide eyes: "Wrong way of power? The path we are taking is all wrong? Do you think you are Who is he? God!"
The Yuanzongs showed strange smiles and looked down at Mr. Mo like real gods.
Mr. Mo stood up with difficulty and staggered out of the small corridor created by his body. He stared at the three Yuan Zong and said word by word: "Purple Pattern Dragon Bone Bismuth has nothing to do with me and has nothing to do with my disciples. What are you hiding about the wrong way of power?"
Mr. Mo's body was twitching slightly, and a trace of strange light was swirling rapidly in his eyes. His huge soul burst out with brilliant light at this moment. A powerful being with enough strength can From the soul level, I saw that Mr. Mo's body was wrapped in a ball of scorching fire.
His heart was beating violently, beating at a speed nearly a hundred times faster than ordinary people. Every time his heart beat, it released huge power that swirled around him. A looming shadow of a mermaid appeared above Mr. Mo's head, and a trace of water vapor with a strange and fragrant fragrance slowly emerged from his head. He breathed deeply, and the broken ribs on his chest kept aligning the cracks with a "click" sound, and the bones were healing at an alarming speed.
"Mortal, you are trying to touch an existence that you shouldn't touch!" A Yuan Zong raised his left hand and slowly pointed his palm at Mr. Mo: "You have been confused for a long time at the peak of the enlightener, right? It’s a pity that you can’t reach the top smoothly if you follow the wrong path.”
A golden light erupted from Yuan Zong's palm. This golden light, which was only equivalent to a full-strength strike of a lower-level saint, followed a strange trajectory and miraculously penetrated the thick dark golden aura wrapped around Mr. Mo's body. The wave accurately penetrated his navel and spurted out from behind him.
With a single blow, Mr. Mo's spine suddenly broke. His lower body suddenly lost control, and he sat on the ground in a panic.
Holy Light I blinked his eyes in surprise. Wright Chenxi and several other clergymen from divine families showed extremely strange expressions on their faces. They quickly looked at the church elders and archbishops who were not from divine families around them. Glanced.
"What the wrong way of power brings is false power!" The Yuan Zong who took action sneered sarcastically: "False power, so what if it has the aura of the peak of the enlightener? A knife that is sharp enough, You can easily dismember a giant dragon into pieces of flesh. Poor mortals, confused mortals, mortals destined to perish! Only by throwing yourself into the embrace of my god can you get true..."
The three Yuanzong sighed at the same time: "True detachment, real power, facing the real world!"
As they sighed, no one even felt the slightest fluctuation of power. Mr. Mo's wrists were broken, his ankles were broken, his elbows were smashed, and his knees suddenly split with more than a dozen bloody wounds. Important joints all over his body were broken, and blood spurted out from his body.
Mr. Mo fell to the ground slumped, and he groaned feebly: "Etris...run away..."