"Do you know what you're doing?"
The sound seeped out from between the pope's lips, no longer like the previous sound of water, cold and biting.
Chen Changsheng looked into his eyes and said seriously: "I know exactly what I'm doing."
He appeared calm, but actually he was very nervous, his hand holding the armrest of the wheelchair trembled slightly, and even the blood on his face turned pale because of his emotions.
He didn't use the method of burning the sword, and controlled the mobilization of his true essence to a certain extent, so as to ensure that the speed of the true blood's penetration into the body would not be too fast.
But the most powerful person in the world like His Majesty the Pope can naturally smell his blood at such a close distance.
The sea of stars in the eyes of His Majesty the Pope has turned into a violent galaxy.
Chen Changsheng was taking risks, risking his life, even danger beyond this level.
He did it on purpose.
It is impossible to know exactly what the master's intention is. The Pope's uncle is his most important elder in this world, but also the person he can't trust the least.
The Pope said earlier that Archbishop Merisa had no malice towards him, so what about him
He must clearly know what the Pope's attitude towards him is, and whether he has goodwill or malice towards him.
If the pope is malicious to himself, then the greatest benefit he can get from himself is to eat himself.
This kind of temptation and desire is more important than the throne, and more important than power.
What will the Pope do
He quietly looked at the violent galaxy in the Pope's eyes, and the tension gradually dissipated, leaving only calm, real calm.
The pope looked at him, the violent galaxy in his eyes became more and more terrifying, as if it might swallow the whole world at any time.
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Standing in the light, Xu Yourong quietly looked at the murals on the wall, raised his head, but didn't look up.
There are twelve sages painted on that mural. These twelve sages are not all saints, but they have played an extremely important role in the history of the state religion, and their status is even higher than that of saints.
It is said that the tens of feet high stone wall and the materials used in the painting are mixed with sky stone chips, and as long as there is a little external light source, it can inspire infinite light.
So whether it is day or night, this place is always so bright and solemn.
Suddenly, the light in the hall became brighter, even a little dazzling.
Xu Yourong narrowed his eyes slightly, his beautiful eyes were like willow leaves, but also like the edge of a sword.
Feeling the violent energy in the light, she opened her arms.
With two soft slaps, she held the Tong Gong in her left hand and the Zhai Sword in her right hand.
Whoosh!
White wings spread out behind her and fluttered slowly.
In addition to the twelve sages, many saints and angels are also painted on the murals.
The envoy at the top looked indifferent, but his eyes were extremely violent, as if he wanted to devour all the life in front of him.
This god brings destruction.
Looking at the envoy in the mural, Xu Yourong looked calm.
After standing in the Hall of Light for this period of time, she has not completely repaired the injuries in her body, recovered her true energy and holy light, but she is ready to fight.
She has forcibly raised her realm to the peak, Tong Gong is on the left, Zhai Jian is on the right, and both wings are flying together.
If the battle really starts, she will burn her Tianfeng True Blood at all costs.
Although she has not gathered stars yet, in this state, even if Guan Bai casts the strongest Heavenly Dao Sword, she may not be her opponent.
However, her opponent in this battle is not Guan Bai, nor the angel of destruction in the mural, but the old man behind the stone wall of the mural.
That old man is the strongest in this world.
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It is separated from the Guangming main hall by a wall.
Standing in front of the wheelchair, the Pope looked at Chen Changsheng, the galaxy in his eyes was rushing wildly, and the expression on his face was extremely indifferent, like a ruthless and ignorant god.
Knowing that the most critical moment had come, Chen Changsheng relaxed.
The truth was hidden behind the night, and he couldn't see clearly with his wisdom, so he chose to use the most brutal method to tear open the night, even if it was only a corner.
Suddenly, the sound of water stopped.
Previously, clear water kept falling from the wooden ladle suspended in the air into the green leaves in the basin.
Chen Changsheng had seen the Pope watering the green leaves several times, and he knew that the water in that wooden gourd seemed to be endless.
However, the water in the wooden scoop seems to be empty today.
The moment the sound of the water stopped, the Pope's body trembled slightly, and the rune-like starlight spots that fell on his sackcloth were deformed and somewhat blurred.
The violent galaxy in the depths of the pope's eyes also froze for a moment at that moment.
The night breeze blows the green leaves, the starlight illuminates the night sky, how many truths of history are hidden in the old wrinkles, gradually deepening...
The pope closed his eyes.
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Taoist Siyuan, several red-clothed archbishops, and more priests from the palace were all outside the main hall of light at this time.
They have already noticed the strangeness in the hall, especially the violent energy in the light that overflows outside the hall, which makes them tremble with fear.
In the holy light, they vaguely saw a pair of pure white wings spreading behind Xu Yourong. It was extremely shocking to witness the advanced awakening of the legendary Tianfeng bloodline, but they couldn't understand it right now. This feeling, because they know something big is bound to happen.
Taoist Si Yuan could no longer stay in place, and rushed towards the thousands of rays of light in the hall with a chill on his face.
As a giant of the state religion, he has the super strength of the peak of the stars, and he is only half a step away from the sacred realm. Those rays of light that contain violent energy cannot stop his footsteps.
However, when he came to the depths of the hall, he didn't know what he should do.
He vaguely knew that something important was happening, but he didn't know what it was.
The pure white wings swayed slowly. Xu Yourong held the bow in her left hand and the sword in her right. Her calm expression concealed the dignity of facing an enemy, but she did nothing after all.
It is impossible for Taoist Siyuan to act first under such circumstances. You must know that Xu Yourong is a saint in the south and has the same status as the pope in the state religion. It can be said to be a heinous crime.
Xu Yourong did not do anything, but quietly looked at the murals on the stone wall.
She felt very clearly that although the light overflowing from the mural was still blazing, the violent feeling was gradually returning to silence.
She looked at the mural quietly, and the people in the mural were also watching her quietly.
In addition to destroying the angels and the saints in the clouds, there are also twelve sages who stand on the ground and pity the sufferings of the world.
The eyes of those sages are so clear and bright, and their expressions are so gentle and compassionate.
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The pope opened his eyes, and the violent galaxy in the depths of his eyes had disappeared, and he couldn't see the vast sea of stars, only a piece of clarity.
His eyes are so clear and bright, and his expression is so gentle and compassionate.
He turned around and walked towards the green leaves in the basin, took down the wooden ladle in the air, filled a ladle of water in the pool, and poured it into the basin.
The green leaves that had turned a little yellow because of the berserk aura at a certain moment before became green again in an instant.
The Pope filled another ladle of water in the pool and poured it on himself, getting wet from head to toe.
He filled another ladle of water and walked to the wheelchair.
Drops of water dripped down the white hair, and the drenched sackcloth stuck to his body, revealing his emaciated body due to old age.
With a bang, the Pope poured all the water in the wooden ladle on top of Chen Changsheng's head.
The night hall was dark, and sunlight was rarely seen. The water in the pool was hard to dissipate. Chen Changsheng was so cold that his whole body was drenched.
A faint hot mist rose from the surface of his body, but failed to drift away, and was dispersed into nothingness by the Pope's gentle flick of his sleeve.
His hot body immediately returned to normal temperature, and the blood that was oozing out of his body was suppressed back.
The Pope put the wooden ladle back to its original place, took two dry towels, and gave one to Chen Changsheng.
"Now I know why your master named you Changsheng." The Pope wiped off the water stains on his face and said to Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng wiped his face, but did not speak.
"Sure enough, if you eat you, you may gain longevity." The Pope's voice was very calm.
Chen Changsheng looked at the slightly wet towel in his hand, and said, "Master said that it was the reason why the spirit entered the blood, but I don't really believe it."
"Everyone has a soul, who can be so charming? What makes you different is that you have countless holy lights in your body."
The Pope looked at him with extremely distant eyes, as if looking at another world.