Pope System of Rebirth

After killing three people with one move, Qin Lang's eyes narrowed and he saw four dark mages holding up their staffs and chanting, and couldn't help but take a step forward again...

His speed was extremely fast, and even though there was a person on one hand, it did not affect him at all. The eyes of several dark mages trembled, and they immediately cast a dark shield for themselves.

A translucent black shield appeared around them. This dark shield is a kind of defensive magic. Its defensive power is determined by the caster's cultivation level. The higher the cultivation level, the higher the defense power.

The stronger.

The cultivation of these four dark mages are all at the early stage of the fourth level. This kind of cultivation is not weak at all. Qin Lang naturally understands this. He once again recalled Chun Sanniang's claw in "Westward Journey"

The running trajectory...

Yes, Qin Lang was prepared to use the power of faith to simulate that blow. This fighting method, which others thought was completely buggy, was effortless for Qin Lang to use, and he had even become accustomed to it.

What kind of strength is terrifying? It is unfathomable! The trajectory of Thirty Niang and the power of this sword are terrifying.

The giant sword screamed "Wu——" and struck the black shield in an instant. It was one of the dark mage. He was originally confident that his shield could win the "Darkness" for him.

It was a blast. Unfortunately, the shield of darkness that he cast only lasted less than a second before turning into streaks of light with a bang.

"Impossible, how..."

There is only a thin line between life and death. When the mage's mouth and heart roared with horror, his life had completely disappeared at the same time!

The blood flowers flying all over the sky looked extremely spectacular. They splashed on Qin Lang's head, face, and body, looking extremely coquettish and beautiful. Qin Lang's eyes flashed sharply. He looked at the other three mages.

The three mages all felt a chill in their hearts, and immediately wanted to stop the spell they were chanting. They wanted to immediately cast a few more layers of Dark Shield on themselves, and then run away!

A brilliant sword, stained with bright red blood, swept towards them in a horizontal direction. At this moment, it was like time went back in time to the previous moment.

That was the move Qin Lang used against the three fourth-level swordsmen just now, but now, against the remaining three mages, Qin Lang used this move again - sweeping away thousands of armies.

This ordinary move, this move used by the soldiers on the battlefield, seemed to turn into a magic move at this moment. It first killed three fourth-level swordsmen, and then once again attacked three noble fourth-level swordsmen.

The next level magician comes...

"Bang, bang. Bang——"

The three shields shattered, and the sounds of collapse sounded one after another. The giant sword had already cut through the bodies of the three mages. Just like before, six pieces of corpses were flying and falling in the distance, and the three fountains of blood spattered instantly.

In all directions, the souls of the remaining eight people behind the three mages were scattered.

The cultivation of these eight people is only at the peak of the third level. Seeing seven fourth-level experts die in the hands of the devil-like guy in front of them, there is no thought of resistance at this moment - not that they don't want to, but even if they don't

No matter how you unleash your potential, there is only one ending, and that is death.

Qin Lang's face was still indifferent. The killing intent in his eyes made the eight people's pupils shrink, expand, contract, and expand again... "Cut off one of your own hands and get out?" The killing that the eight people expected turned into this sentence.

The words made them all feel at a loss for a while.

What does this mean, let us go?

But, cutting off one of your own hands... isn't this more cruel than killing us!

"I'll count to three. You make your choice quickly..." Qin Lang spoke again. To the eight people, his voice was like ice under the scorching sun. The huge contrast and the astonishing coldness of his voice...

They were all trembling.

When the eight people were neutralized, three of them gritted their teeth and chopped off one of their arms with their swords, while the remaining five were still hesitant.

"three!"

After Qin Lang uttered a word, he approached the eight people in an instant. The blood-stained giant sword in his hand instantly cut three of them without arms. One of them was completely split into two halves, and he immediately turned into equal parts of the corpse and

Blood was flying to both sides, and the scene looked like Shura hell.

No one expected that Qin Lang didn't even count 'one' and 'two', but directly counted 'three'. The remaining seven people had a hint of extreme madness in their eyes, "You devil, don't you have to count three?"

?Why... Also, didn’t you say you would let the person who cut off his arm go?”

"Hehe... I am teaching you that as the evil party and the oppressor, you must first learn to give people hope, and then let others feel the despair of falling into the abyss." Qin Lang's voice was hoarse, which was trying to contain his body.

With raging anger, he continued: "Also, I was just joking, why should you take it seriously?"

"You, you are the new Dark Pope, we can surrender to you, why must we kill them all!" Someone else shouted angrily.

Qin Lang's expression became indifferent again, and he quickly stepped forward again, swinging the giant sword in his hand towards one of them again...

"This is a madman, let's run away!" The remaining six people all screamed in fear, seeing another person die in front of them, and the death was still so tragic - the whole body was broken into two halves.

They couldn't bear it anymore and had no choice but to turn their lives around and run away!

"Hehe..." Qin Lang's laughter also became hoarse, making the other six people feel as if they heard the laughter of a real devil under the nine levels of hell. After the six people turned around, their only thought was to escape.

There are no other thoughts in my head. The only thing is to leave here and leave the pure evil behind me!

"puff--"

"puff--"

…

It was the moment when the giant sword cut into the human body and separated it, and produced a sound that made people feel heart-beating and chilled.

Whenever such a sound sounded from behind, it meant that someone had died.

At this moment, they no longer care about their partners' thoughts. Their only thought is not to let themselves be hit...

Finally, after five blood flowers splashed behind him, the only remaining person among the six escaped Qin Lang's "giant sword dismemberment" and ran madly towards the outside of the basin.

"Phew...it's over!"

Qin Lang let out a breath and murmured in his mouth. His eyes were incomprehensible, looking at the back of the only person who escaped his killing.

At this time, he heard an extremely weak voice, "You, aren't you the new Dark Pope? How, how could you be so cruel... Would you kill us who are members of the Dark Holy See!" That was Si

Rick's voice, he is not dead yet, maybe he is having a flashback.

Qin Lang's right hand was still inserted into Chris's chest. The blood foam overflowing from his mouth and the brilliance in his pupils were condensed, revealing a strong sense of unwillingness and disbelief?

"Haha, because the answer is very simple. You are just being sentimental. I am not the new Dark Pope at all." Qin Lang's face was as red as blood, but he suppressed the impulse and wore a very warm smile.

The strange scene seemed extremely humorous at this moment.

"Then...you just...just claimed to be the Pope..." Slick said with difficulty. His only wish before his death was to understand the truth.

From his pupils, Qin Lang found that there was no trace of hatred in Sirik's eyes anymore - Could it be that when a person is about to die, he has really reached a very high level? He couldn't help but have such a strange idea.

Qin Lang originally wanted to continue playing tricks on Slick, but at this moment he gave him a rare answer: "Because I am the Pope of Light. Brother, you can die in peace. That woman and I are destined to be enemies. You said

According to common sense, darkness and light cannot coexist, right?"

…

"Well, no, he's dead? I finally managed to say something." Qin Lang patted Sirik's face, but found that there was no movement for a long time. He couldn't help but shook his head and was about to insert his penis into Sirik.

Pull out the hand from your chest.

But Qin Lang discovered something strange. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hand. Slick's body underwent extremely strange changes, and a black mist surged out.

Wrap his entire body.

Qin Lang frowned and found that the black mist was getting thicker and thicker, but its size was getting smaller and smaller. It condensed towards Qin Lang's arm, seeming to compress Slick completely.

The severe pain that followed caused Qin Lang to scream subconsciously: "Asshole! What on earth is this for? Isn't this guy already exhausted? Why is he still trying to draw fuel from the bottom of the cauldron? Uh, it's a 'resurgence!'"

The severe pain coming from his arm almost made Qin Lang's nerves twitch. Fortunately, the yu~ fire in his body was also quite strong. After the two offset each other, he felt a little relieved.

"Hehe... Bastard, let you taste the burning pain of the Dark Soul Fire. It is said that the pain is deep into the bone marrow... That hateful stinky woman gave me a rubbish holy weapon, which can only use her own soul as fuel.

, absorbing the 'power of the undead' and turning it into dark soul fire to burn the opponent. I didn't even have time to absorb the power of the undead~

"But it doesn't matter now. I have used the power of necromancy generated by my own death to turn into dark soul fire to burn you. Haha... That's great. I found that I can already communicate with the necromancers in the necromancy world.

The power can definitely absorb the power of the dead endlessly... I am the Pope of Light, and I want you to bear the pleasure of being burned by the dark soul fire forever!"

An extremely spiteful voice sounded from the black mist on his right hand, which made Qin Lang jump in anger. Damn, what is going on? It is completely inconsistent with the conventional plot. Wow, did you make a mistake? Oh my!

"Nainai's balls, if I had known earlier, I would have cut this guy into pieces. I said what's going on, I put my hand in, and I can't get rid of it. It turns out this guy is causing trouble!" Qin Lang finally said!

I understood what was going on. When I was killing a few swordsmen, mages, and a few minions, I couldn't pull out my right arm. It turned out to be because Sirik was playing tricks in the dark...

"Damn, you underestimated me. Do you really think I'm going to fall into your hands like this?" dd