"It seems that you still have faith, so let me see your faith." The Pope's mouth squeezed slightly, and Mo Zhiyu opened his mouth. Then he took out the porcelain bottle again, poured all the "Heavenly Gift Divine Pills" in it into Mo Zhiyu, and then threw Mo Zhiyu to the ground.

Mo Zhiyu opened his mouth and coughed out a few Divine Pills that had not yet been swallowed, but more Divine Pills had already entered his abdomen. These elixirs were quickly digested, and he suddenly felt a spasm in his abdomen, and the pain made him curl up in a ball. Then a violent force swam from his stomach to his organs, to his veins, to his meridians, in all directions in his body.

The cone of pain struck again, more violently than the previous two. He saw the sheen of magma flowing from his veins again, and this time, the abrupt veins were even more abrupt, as if they were about to explode. He couldn't hold on for even a moment, and howled bitterly:

"Ahhh!!hhh

The Pope looked at the ink delirium rolling on the ground, and his eyes behind the mask showed surprise and joy: "It turns out that the true divine descendant is like this, what a beautiful color, these will be mine after all!" ”

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A golden light pierced the night sky and fell into the distant mountain forest.

A cloud of smoke rose from the forest, and a horse-drawn carriage galloped down the mountain road. But the carriage had no driver, so the horses were left to wander around the mountains with the cart. Then the carriage came to a halt suddenly, and a golden light fell in front of the carriage, stirring up countless smoke and dust, but it did not frighten the horse.

The white horse snorted, and his hooves stepped on the spot a few times, looking a little impatient.

"What did you encounter again?" The woman's gentle voice came from the carriage, and then the curtain was lifted, and the woman in the pale blue dress got out of the carriage and walked forward like a leisurely walk, and came to the pit that had been smashed by the golden light.

Then she beckoned slightly, and a fluffy mass floated up from the bottom of the pit and fell into her arms. She gently stroked the charred fur, and her voice showed pity: "It turned out to be a poor little kitten." ”

Then the woman returned to the car, and the white horse screamed, and flew directly over the big pit in front of her, and continued to gallop through the mountains and forests.

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In the secret base of the Hongtian Sect, the Pope was checking the recent battle report, and suddenly, the bronze ring on his finger lit up, and the Pope immediately stood up respectfully, walked to his desk, straightened the thumb, index finger, and middle finger of his left hand, bent the little finger and ring finger, put the gesture on his chest, and shouted: "Holy glory is here!" ”

A shadow of light shot out of the Pope's ring, and the image of another person was reflected in the shadow. The man was dressed like the Pope, but wore a bronze mask.

"See the Southern Hell Celestial Envoy!" The Pope said respectfully.

"I heard you caught the Ink Delirium." The oracle in the video said lightly, and his emotions could not be heard in his voice.

"Nope." The Pope's voice was very calm, "He escaped, and he was able to catch Qin Baichuan, he does have some skills." ”

"Really? Then leave it alone. The divine envoy in the image still asked lightly, calmly, and didn't seem to care much about the life and death of Mo Zhiyu, just asked casually,

"Shang Yunguo's side, just retreat north to outside Yunzhou, don't rush in. Next, the center of gravity will be shifted to the Nanzhi Kingdom in the west, dragging the energy of the Xianhua Alliance here. Our real goal is Heavenly Sword Mountain, to capture the only divine weapon in the world, the Heavenly Sword. ”

"Yes!" The Pope responded, bowed to the envoy again, and watched as the image faded away.

After waiting for the image to disappear for a few moments, the Pope looked at the bronze ring on his finger and made sure that the other party would not return, then turned and walked to the side of the bookcase.

Then he waved his hand, and the red Yuan Force lit up in his hand, and the two columns of bookcases moved to the sides, revealing a stone wall behind the bookcase. Then he waved his hand again, and a crack appeared in the stone wall, which formed a rectangle, and the stone wall within this rectangular area retreated inward, revealing a door.

This is a double insurance after the agency and then the agency. He had run this fortress for so many years, and only his henchmen knew about this tunnel.

The Pope walked through the door, bypassing the stone wall he had retreated from and descending the stone steps behind the stone wall. As soon as he left, the stone wall slid back again, and the stone wall and the bookcase returned to their original places.

The Pope walked down the steps, and the only sound of his footsteps was in the quiet stone path, and soon he came to the end of the stone steps, but there was a chaotic stone wall, which looked like it was unfinished.

However, the Pope stretched out his hand and pressed on the stone wall next to him, and the fire Xingyuan force slowly swung out from the palm of his hand, swinging out a magic circle, and the chaotic stone wall in front of him quickly collapsed backwards, and in the rumbling sound of collapse, mixed with the sound of wild beasts gasping, behind the chaotic stone wall was a long corridor, and the long corridor was full of cells on both sides. This is the third organ.

And here, is the Pope's secret laboratory. But according to the rules of the Hongtian Sect, he can't do strange experiments in private, but he thinks that he can go further than those guys above.

There were two Hongtian cultists guarding the cell, and they walked towards the Pope, and after saluting respectfully, they retreated to the side of the road, and struck the iron bars of the cell with their knives, so that the low-ranking gods who were howling inside were honest, and the ordinary people on the other side who shouted "Let me out" stay quiet.

The Pope walked forward, not squinting, until he came to the iron door at the end of the corridor, and with a wave of his hand, he let the iron door unlock and open it open. The space behind the iron door is only a little wider than the other rooms, and it has not been repaired too much, and even the walls are still the original earth and stone.

There are three crosses in the room, two of which are tied with iron chains with a mass of black carbon-like things, only the iron chain in the middle is still tied to a person, but this person is wearing **** on his upper body, the blood vessels around his body are abrupt, and his hair is scattered, and he can't tell whether he is alive or dead.

"Looks like you're getting through again." The Pope raised his hand slightly, and the chest of the man on the cross shone red, "In vain, I have wasted my mental strength and Yuan power to protect your heart." ”

The man with the cloak moved, and his knotted muscles moved, as if he contained the power of ten thousand jun when he moved, but the chains that bound him also immediately tightened, and red arrays lit up, binding him firmly.

The man looked up, his hair flicking to the sides, revealing only three-quarters of his face. And the eyes on this face are shining, like surging gold.

It is the delusion of ink.

Then he suddenly had a finger slash on Mo Zhiyu's wrist, and Mo Zhiyu's wrist immediately burst open, and blood splashed out like magma. - Next chapter, "The Guinea Mouse"

(End of chapter)