Mo Zhiyu was covered in blood, and he breathed in the fresh air. It had been in the snake's belly for so long that it almost made him rest, although the smell of stinking black blood was about to let him rest.

He looked up and saw Wanwan, she smiled shallowly, although the sweat wet her forehead, but she stood between the flesh and blood of this place, but she had a beautiful appearance. He was reminded of the situation in the graveyard of the Heavenly Khan, where she slowly came from among the corpses in one place, and the beauty of the demon flower bloomed.

Then, he saw that her body was fading away, fading into nothingness. At this moment, the door of the secret room suddenly opened, and a dense crowd of Hongtian Sect people poured in.

Mo Zhiyu made a last voice before fainting: "I'll go ......"

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When Mo Zhiyu woke up, he found himself in a strange stone room again. His hands and feet were chained and hung in the air, as if there was some kind of formation holding him up, so that his hands and feet would not be strangled by the chains because of the fall.

Mo Zhiyu looked at himself, and then looked at the Pope who was still wearing the golden mask below, and the Pope was holding his little Mo Mo in his hand, and he couldn't help but think: Do all the people of the Hongtian Sect like to play this shame binding game?

"Do you know what kind of value you killed Xiangliu?" The Pope sensed that Mozhi was awake and looked up at him.

Mo Zhiyu remained silent, and after talking to the neurotic a few times, he didn't want to talk to the psychotic kind.

The Pope was not very looking forward to Mo Zhiyu's answer, and said to himself: "A thousand years, we spent a whole thousand years, refining medicine, selecting seeds, cultivating, and breeding, and exhausted the strength of three generations to cultivate Xiangliu. Although there is still a big difference between it and the real Xiangliu, this is enough to prove that God is not a legend! ”

Mo Zhiyu continued to remain silent, looking at the extremely excited Pope below, who was already concerned about himself and ignoring the audience.

"When I say this, I don't mean how much of a sin you have committed." The Pope looked at Mo Zhiyu again, "I'm talking about your worth!" ”

"My worth?" Mo Zhiyu raised his eyebrows slightly, this neuropathy is the same as the neuropathy in Tianjian Mountain before, and he wants to pull him into the sect?

Seeing the change in Mo Zhiyu's expression, the Pope became even more excited: "Yes, your value! Although it is impossible for that Xiangliu to be like the real Xiangliu in the bloody land, the grain does not grow. However, that blood still contained severe poison, which was highly poisonous that ordinary Yuanli monks could not bear! And you, milli ~ hair ~ no ~ loss ~"

The Pope smiled whimfully: "What does this mean? It shows that you have a purer bloodline than Xiangliu! How many years has it been that an alien race, such a pure-blooded alien race, has not appeared? ”

Alien is the name of the human race for the Divine Descendant, and sure enough, even if it is the Hongtian Sect, the Divine Descendant is also an alien race.

"No wonder," the Pope raised his left hand, holding a ring in his hand, "Yang Zhuoxi went to the desert and was not heard from, and he was indeed dead, but at that time you should not have Yuan Li." The Pope raised his right hand again, holding the ink knife, "Then in the black market, he killed Zhou Yujie, who had ruled the gambling house for many years, with the body of a mere spiritual realm." ”

"Hehehe~" The Pope laughed lightly, "You are really worthy of being a descendant of gods and men, and you have an incomparably noble blood of the gods flowing through your body!" The Pope's words were full of enthusiasm: "Join us, this is where you belong!" ”

Sure enough, he came to make him into the church again...... Mo Zhiyu was full of depression, and then laughed: "What, you want to give me your Pope?" ”

"Of course I can if you want!" "But you are in a higher position, you are a proof of God's existence, and you will receive the congregation as God's spokesman!" ”

"It feels pretty good." Mo Zhi smiled, in fact, he felt that this person wanted to hire him as a mascot.

The Pope listened to Mo Zhiyu's words, and his tone was full of joy: "Do you agree? ”

"If I refuse, I'm afraid it won't end well, right? Kill me now? Mo Zhiyu continued to start talking.

"Kill you? No. The Pope shook his head, "But your value is only to give the blood of the gods." ”

God's blood? Mo Zhiyu suddenly remembered the bamboo slip that Bai Suyu found in the alchemy room before, which said that the medicine used to make the "Heavenly Divine Pill" was "divine blood", could it be the blood of the divine descendants?

Mo Zhiyu immediately asked, "Oh? Do you have divine blood besides me? ”

The Pope shook his head, and his tone suddenly became violent: "Are you talking? I treat you with sincerity, and you calculate me like this? As a seed of God, you don't do anything for God's coming, but you follow those who disobey God! It's just stubborn! ”

I don't know who is stubborn...... Mo Zhiyu also felt that he was asking too quickly, so he said very sincerely: "No, just curious." After all, I've always felt that I was the only one who was different. ”

"There's a lot of things you don't know about us." "But the most important thing for us now is to solve one problem first, join us?" Or not? I know you're powerful, but in the face of absolute power, the blood of God and your cleverness are all jokes. ”

Mo Zhiyu heard the meaning of his words, he is just a Lun Spirit Realm now, and this person, he can't see the realm clearly, I'm afraid it's more than the Illusory Yuan Realm. If this Pope also took the "Heavenly Divine Pill", even if the Pope was just an Illusory Yuan Realm, I am afraid that he would not be able to deal with it now.

So, he nodded, which was a tacit acquiescence.

The Pope laughed: "Those who know the times are the masters, the descendants of God, and you will have the highest glory." He waved his hand, and the ink delirium began to slowly descend to the ground.

Mo Zhiyu shook the chain in his hand and said, "Aren't you going to loosen it for me?" ”

"Don't be in a hurry now, you haven't really experienced the initiation ceremony yet, if you just have a false relationship with me now, then wouldn't I make a mistake?" The Pope said, "Don't worry, soon, those Jiaoyi guards of the Xianhua League will be next door." Deal with them first, and then deal with the ones on the ground. My God, rest here first. Then he bowed slightly to the ink delirium, and then turned and walked to the door of the stone chamber.

Mo Zhiyu and him Zhou Xuan are not for such a result now! With a gesture of his hand, the ink knife broke free of the Pope's hand and flew towards the ink delusion. The knife came out of its sheath in the air, and then drew a large arc, cutting off all the chains on Mo Zhiyu's body, and the scabbard turned into the Demon Dragon True Armor in Mo Zhiyu's left hand.

"Lie to me!" The Pope was furious, and the cloak on his body was blown out of the wind, and a powerful coercion swept through.

Mo Zhiyu's left hand grasped the ink knife in the air, and at the same time jumped up, his eyes turned red gold. He saw the weak hole of coercion at a glance, and then slashed open, and at the same time stretched out his right hand towards the Pope.

Mo Zhiyu immediately stepped out and hugged Wanwan! - Next chapter, "Breaking Up"

(End of chapter)