Bright Era
Chapter 1181: no way no money
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After a fall, there was an ambiguously wounded pig's head on his knee, asking for a recommendation!
Hahaha, I remembered what a buddy told me that the first close contact with my girlfriend, his knees were worn out on the mat! quack!
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After the Primordial War of Gods, there were powerful people who survived the era of destruction, following the beliefs of the gods, and spreading doctrines among all living beings. These powerful men are the first batch of gods and disciples of the gods.
I don’t know how many years have passed. Two hundred and eight divine envoys gathered on the holy mountain, which is the foundation of the church today, and the church took shape. These two hundred and eight divine emissaries therefore all have the title of "God Yao Pope" throughout the history of the church, and they are a more noble priesthood than saints. They are incomparably noble and are above all the popes, elders, churches, red clothes and other clergy of the church.
They are called "Yuanzong", which is the meaning of the religion of the gods at the beginning of the church era.
For countless years, the history of the 208 Yuanzong has long been turned into a legend, and then under the exaggeration of generations of clergy in the church, it has become a legend, a myth, and finally only exists in ancient classics. . Except for those old scholars who look for chapters and excerpts, not many people in the western mainland know the origin of'Yuanzong'.
Mr. Mo is undoubtedly such a sage!
He was spitting out blood, two blood streams in his nostrils spewed out, the power in his body continued to flow away, five or six ribs were broken in his chest, and his bones were moaning, the kind of heart-piercing pain. How many years has Mr. Mo not experienced?
since. . . Since that year, the Knights of Punishment burned the ancestral castle of Mr. Mo’s family in a big fire, and tortured his beloved wife on the torture frame. The world was chasing and killing Mr. Mo, forcing him to be like a dead dog. Suffering in the gutter, he struggled to escape with difficulty. Since that period of darkness, Mr. Mo has never suffered such pain again.
After taking a heavy breath, the blood that Mr. Mo squirted out of his mouth turned into a golden spar.
The three Yuanzongs only used their own eyes to release the attack, and they hit Mr. Mo, who had reached the peak of the demigod, to heavy losses. The terrifying divine power invaded Mr. Mo's body with the power to exterminate all heretics and assimilate all the energy of all different attributes. The blood in Mr. Mo's body was quickly assimilated by the divine power, causing the blood clots he sprayed out that had lost his vitality to be assimilated into A spar of supernatural power.
"Yuan Zong!" Mr. Mo smiled sternly, "Where did you come from? If I say, the purple keel bismuth has nothing to do with me..."
His dry lips squirmed a little, and a Yuanzong whispered, "The words of mortals should not be trusted. Your blood, your bones, your flesh, your spirit, and your soul are full of original sin. Full of sin, full of evil. Your words are not credible. Let us take out your soul and interrogate all the memories in your soul's origin, that is truly credible."
Mr. Mo's body suddenly stiffened. He stared fiercely at the passage that his body had broken through, the walls that he pierced, the shattered tree trunks, and the tunnel in front of him that was still exuding extremely high temperature and was knocked open by his body.
According to the legend, these old monsters of the church are dedicated to destroying all heretics, without the slightest human freak. I saw it today and it was true. Mr. Mo believes that he is also one of the giants in the Western Continent. He also has extremely large resources and enormous power in his hands. For any major power, he is an object worth buying and attracting.
But these three old immortals, even the old freaks with the same shape as zombies, they didn't even mean to make peace with Mr. Mo. Pulling out Mr. Mo's soul, and searching for the fundamental memory in his soul origin, this is obviously to let Mr. Mo's soul fly away!
The soft footsteps kept approaching, and the three Yuanzongs slowly approached with a large number of priests. The eye of the void was looming high in the sky, and a huge banning force confined 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 blocked by the Void Eye was so strong that Mr. Mo, who had been hit hard, even The surrounding air could not be shaken.
"Stupid mortal!" A Yuanzong stepped forward slowly. He looked at Mr. Mo who was deep in the mountain with cold eyes, and said in a low voice: "It's weird? Very surprised? Having the power of the peak of the enlightenment is what you call Why is the power of the peak of the demigod so vulnerable?"
"Confusion fills your soul! Pain is tormenting your fragile soul! Mortal insight, mortal power, mortal soul, poor mortal!" The Yuanzong slowly released his energy breath, and then silently The husband looked at him in shock!
This old guy, the breath he released is at most comparable to the lower-level demigods! Compared with the power that Mr. Mo possessed, it was undoubtedly the gap between a small stream and an endless sea. But it was such an old man who was so poorly weak compared to Mr. Mo. He just released an inconspicuous attack through his own eyes, and he actually wounded Mr. Mo seriously!
Mr. Mo smiled bitterly. He shook his head and said, "Shamelessly, did the Yuanzong of the church use poison to defeat the enemy?"
The three Yuanzong sneered, they shook their heads lightly, but they didn't bother to explain the problem.
Instead, Wright Chenxi came forward, and he smiled gently to Mr. Mo: “It’s my idea to use the lover’s tears of the Mermaid Empire. Because I didn’t know that the Three Yuanzong also came here. In the Holy Light When His Majesty I issued an edict for you to see, I was ready for lover's tears."
With a deep smile, Wright Chenxi spreads out his hands: "Lover's tears have soaked into the spring water for making tea, and can no longer be extracted. Instead of waiting for its effectiveness to be completely nullified after a day and night, it is better to use it on you. ."
Looking at the three Yuanzong in awe, Wright Chenxi said softly: "Using the poison of the fallen **** against you has nothing to do with the will of the three Yuanzong."
Mr. Mo raised his face and sighed: "So, the three Yuanzong really have the power to defeat me with a demigod?"
The three Yuanzong laughed at the same time. They looked like ancient giants, and laughed as they saw a baby swinging a wooden knife to challenge them. A Yuan Zong smiled dryly: "We know your questions, our confusions, and our puzzles. However, we are not obliged to answer these questions to you!"
"Mortals lost in the power of hypocrisy, you are not qualified to contact the real power!" The three Yuanzong smiled brightly: "We are very happy, on the first day of our short awakening, we can get The news of the purple-patterned keel bismuth can know 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 words of the purple-patterned keel bismuth, and just stared at the three Yuanzong: "The wrong way of power? We are all the wrong way? You think you Who is it? God!"
The Yuanzongs showed weird smiles, looking down at Mr. Mo like a real god.
Mr. Mo stood up hard and staggered out of the small corridor that his body had hit. He stared at Sanbit Yuanzong firmly, and said word by word: "The purple-patterned dragon bone bismuth has nothing to do with me, and has nothing to do with my disciples. The wrong way of power, what are you hiding?"
Mr. Mo's body was twitching slightly, and there was a strange stream of light in his eyes spinning rapidly. His huge soul burst out with brilliant light at this moment. A powerful existence with sufficient strength can be On the soul level, I saw that Mr. Mo's body was enveloped in a scorching fire.
His heart beats violently, beating at a speed nearly a hundred times faster than ordinary people, and every time it beats, his heart releases huge power to revolve around him. A faintly visible mermaid phantom appeared above Mr. Mo's head, and a ribbon of strange and fragrant water vapor emerged from the top of his head. He took a deep breath, and the broken ribs on his chest were constantly aligned with the cracks in the sound of ‘click’, and the bones were healing rapidly at a terrifying speed.
"Mortal, you are trying to touch the existence that you shouldn't touch!" A Yuanzong raised his left hand and slowly pointed his palm to Mr. Mo: "You have been in the pinnacle of the Enlightenment for a long time, right? It's a pity that it is impossible to reach the peak smoothly on the wrong path."
A golden light spouted from Yuanzong’s palm. This golden light, which was only equivalent to a full blow of the lower-level saints, followed a weird trajectory, strikingly penetrated the thick dark golden aura surrounding Mr. Mo’s body. The waves penetrated his belly button accurately and sprayed out from behind him.
With a light blow, Mr. Mo's spine suddenly broke, his lower body suddenly lost control, and he sat on the ground with an embarrassed butt.
Holy Light I blinked in surprise. Wright Chenxi and several other clergymen from the God-descendant family showed extremely strange expressions. They swiftly pointed to the church elders and archbishops who were not from the God-descended family. Glanced.
"The wrong way of power brings false power!" The Yuan Zong who shot the shot sneered and sneered: "False power, even if you have the breath of the peak of the Enlightenment? A knife that is sharp enough, You can easily dismember a giant dragon into flesh, poor mortal, perplexed mortal, destined mortal! Only by throwing yourself into the embrace of my **** can you get the true..."
The three Yuanzong sighed at the same time: "True detachment, true power, facing the real world!"
With their soft sighs, no one even felt the slightest fluctuation in power. Mr. Mo's wrist broke, his ankle was broken, his elbow was shattered, and his knee suddenly cracked with a dozen stern blood holes. Important joints all over his body were broken, and blood continuously sprayed out of his body.
Mr. Mo slumped to the ground, and he moaned feebly: "Etres... Escape..." (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to recommend it. Tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation.)
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