In the manor, Iris tilted her head and looked at a group of chickens on the ground that were flapping their wings and moving their legs, but could only spin in place. wWw, QuAnBen-XIaoShuo, Com The eyes of these chickens reveal the despair and panic that only humans can have, and a few weird syllables similar to the common language of the Western continent can be faintly heard in their cries.
"It turns out that if a person's soul is sent into a foreign body, he cannot control the new body well."
Yitris squatted on the ground, picked up a little chicken and looked at it for a while, then she broke its neck with a 'click' sound: "Send these chickens to the kitchen and make one stew every day. Father is back, and I will give it to him to replenish his health."
Several maids were already trembling with fear. Just now, Idris forced the souls of those who invaded the manor into the bodies of these chickens. The desperate curses and sharp cries from those souls scared them into incontinence on the spot.
Now hearing such evil and strange orders from Idris, the maids felt as if they had seen the devil king. Their minds went blank. They just nodded and picked up the chickens one by one and put them in cages. Sent to the kitchen.
Yitris turned to look at the sky outside the window, and a streak of clouds slowly slid through the sky. Yitris suddenly frowned and said to herself: "This is the residence my father prepared for me. My father has not come back. The enemy is coming. Why is this happening? My father said he will be back soon, but why?" He hasn’t come back until now?”
Slowly walking to the window, Yitris's pupils suddenly dilated, almost filling her entire eye sockets. She stared in the direction of Berelli, and the fire of life of all creatures within a hundred miles appeared in her field of vision.
The ball belonging to Mr. Mo was as hot as magma and as thick as gold solution. The brilliant and dazzling fire of life left clear traces in the air. These traces started from the main entrance of the manor and rushed all the way to the hunting palace on the west side of Berelli. In the hunting palace, Mr. Mo's fire of life suddenly dimmed. Then dozens of powerful flames of life surrounded Mr. Mo, carrying him all the way back to Bo Laili and directly entering the Holy Glory Cathedral.
After Mr. Mo's fire of life entered the mountainside below the Holy Glory Cathedral. It suddenly disappeared. It was obvious that a powerful magical barrier blocked the leakage of all auras. But no matter how powerful the church is and how wonderful magic it masters. Including the three Yuan Zong, no one thought that there are still people in this world who can directly see the traces of a person's fire of life in the air with the naked eye, and then track the whereabouts of a person.
"Father, was someone kidnapped?" Iris's long hair floated one by one again, and a heart-stopping evil force roared crazily in her body: "The Church... The ruling So... the stake... the mother who was burned to death... is he the father now?"
"All clergy should die!" Idris's body swayed, and the next time she appeared, she had already arrived outside the gate of the manor. Then her body shook again, and she actually came directly outside the north gate of Borelli.
Several of the Bereli City Guards stationed here subconsciously scolded Itris who appeared out of thin air, and their bodies suddenly swayed. Their souls let out a sharp wail, and an invisible flame burned their souls to ashes, and they fell limply to the ground at the same time.
The next moment. Idris appeared at the foot of the Holy Mountain of Beleili. In front of her was the Holy Glory Cathedral built one after another along the mountain. Hundreds of large and small temples were inlaid on the mountain like bonsai. Broad golden stairs connect these large and small temples, and the knights guarding the temples from each temple are lining up on the stone steps to patrol.
Because there was a precedent for the Black Tiger family to disguise themselves and sneak into Shenghui Cathedral and kill all the clergy on Shenghui Mountain, today's Shenghui Mountain's peripheral security force is several times stronger than that of Victory Palace.
Hundreds of temple-protecting knights from twelve different temples wearing various armors were stationed at the entrance of Shenghui Mountain. When they saw a petite and delicate black-clothed beautiful girl suddenly appear in the air, they all exclaimed. There was a sound, and then they all pulled out their weapons.
"All clergy should die!"
Iris clenched her small fist, then punched forward lightly. Countless black rays of light were sprayed out from her fists, and the void was divided into countless frames, large and small. Hundreds of the most powerful temple knights with lower-level saints' combat power were not even able to activate their magical body protection. Their armor, weapons, bodies and souls were cut into countless pieces in an instant.
"Death is your best destination, just like your gods, fall into eternal sleep!"
Yitris muttered in a low voice, and then walked into Shenghui Mountain step by step along the bloody corridor with her hands behind her back. Her tiny boots were soaked with blood, and every step she took left a clear bloody footprint on the ground. With a stiff, expressionless smile, she walked in step by step.
The first temple near the foot of the Holy Glory Cathedral, a minor deputy god of the God of the Ocean, the God of Hurricane, suddenly heard a subtle 'puff' sound, and soon a large amount of blood flowed down the front of the temple. Water sprayed down the steps in front of the door, and the more than 500 clergy left behind in the temple were killed by Yitris in an instant.
Humming an ancient lullaby that was popular in the Western Continent at least five hundred years ago, Iris walked up the winding mountain road step by step. There were only countless black rays of light flashing along the way, and all the clergy who stood in front of her, whether they were powerful cardinals or priest apprentices with powerful positions, were cut into countless pieces.
What is shocking is that among the people Yitris killed, there were many saint-level masters, but each time Yitris took action, she did not attract the attention of the Eye of the Void. She invaded Shenghui Mountain as quietly as the God of Death. Wherever she passed, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the souls of countless clergy were cut into pieces by her.
"All the clergy deserve to die... Anyone who burned his mother to death deserves to die!"
Iris's beautiful big black eyes had turned a strange red, and the whites of her eyes were covered with a layer of black as deep as the night. She walked lightly and skillfully on the winding mountain road. Behind her, a large amount of blood continued to flow out of hundreds of temples. The bright red plasma slowly slid down the cliff of Shenghui Mountain, and half of the mountain was dyed. red.
In the heart of Shenghui Mountain, in a narrow stone room, Mr. Mo was stripped down to only a pair of underpants, and was tied to a stone platform with his arms stretched out. The three great Yuanzong, Wright Chenxi and several others The big shots from the Temple of Power are surrounding him, examining the various items that escaped from his portable space ring.
Perhaps this is the wonder of fate. This stone room is the same stone room where Lin Qi was imprisoned and beaten. Mr. Mo is imprisoned here today, and his situation is a million times more dangerous than Lin Qi's back then.
Those who imprisoned Lin Qi back then were only Gerdas, who had just been reincarnated, and Gerdas, who was powerful in heaven. But the people surrounding Mr. Mo now, not to mention the important figures in several powerful temples, the three great Yuan Sects alone are inhuman existences.
Mr. Mo's space ring has a large capacity. It stores a large number of gold coins, blue gold coins, a large number of magic crystals and magic gems, and some are pre-engraved. As long as enough magic crystals are inlaid, powerful magic can be exerted. Formation disk.
The three Yuanzong turned a blind eye to these priceless wealth. At their level, worldly wealth and ordinary treasures, even ordinary semi-artifacts, could no longer attract their attention at all. They threw these things all over the floor and kept taking out new things from the ring.
Some of the account books of the Lishan Hermitage were abandoned; some of Mr. Mo's private correspondence were thrown by a Yuanzong to an elder of the Dawn Temple next to him, asking him to tell people to read them word by word. Careful study of words.
Then there were several bookcases of research manuscripts. All of Mr. Mo's research experiences in occult medicine were recorded on these thick parchments. The three great Yuan Sects raised their eyebrows in surprise: "What a good thing. It is more profound than the Temple of Pharmacy. The heresy inspired by the gods is really unmatched in terms of secret medicine."
Mr. Mo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Despair enveloped his soul. Despite his ever-changing wit, he didn't know how to escape at this moment. Of course, he still had a way to escape, but that was a last resort that he was unwilling to resort to.
Several thick volumes of Chuang Shen Lu were taken out, and a Yuan Zong laughed sarcastically: "Chuang Shen Lu, humble and insignificant human beings are not even sure of the true way of power, and they actually want to touch the gods. Realm, what an arrogant ambition this is!”
Mr. Mo also smiled sarcastically, a humble and insignificant human being? maybe! Not grasping the true path to power? Maybe!
But he has already succeeded in part, hasn't he? Idris was his brainchild, this was his achievement.
One by one, items were taken out from the ring. Suddenly, the bodies of the three Yuanzong stiffened at the same time. They turned their heads in shock and looked in the direction of the entrance of the stone chamber. A large amount of thick blood was spurting down the steps in front of the stone chamber. The blood of at least a thousand people must have gathered together to form such a spectacular blood spring, like a small waterfall.
Blood gurgled into the stone chamber, and soon more than an inch of plasma accumulated in the small stone chamber.
"What's going on?" asked a Yuanzong in a dry tone: "Has the cathedral, where the church controls the religious power of a country, actually become a place where anyone can come and go?"
Mr. Mo's body suddenly stiffened, and then he struggled violently.