Chapter 122 The Holy Religion

After half a day.

The people of the Hundred Flowers Sect were eating lunch around the table.

"Master, Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, he doesn't seem to have practiced anymore." Xiuxiu ran in, panting, and said excitedly.

Whenever she is free these days, she runs to the Lancao Palace, accompanies Gu Qingshan to practice skills, and cheers on the side.

"No practice? Then what is he doing?" Bai Goose asked.

"He went to bathe and change."

Xiuxiu wrinkled her nose and said with disgust on her face: "He was sweaty and smelly the other day, I asked him to bathe and change his clothes, he was stunned and didn't even hear me, but today I went to bathe by myself. already."

White Goose thought for a while, then smiled: "It seems to have something to gain."

Gu Qingshan soaked in the hot spring, looking at the instructions on the victory interface, there was a heavy sense of gain in his heart.

"Fly Dance (Intermediate): A growth skill that shoots 10 arrows in a short period of time, attacking the opponent with an unpredictable arc of arrows."

"Shrink the ground into an inch (intermediate): Divine skill, specify the position at will, or capture and lock the enemy's breath, break through the space restrictions through special movement techniques, and appear directly in the corresponding position."

"Casting distance: 30 meters."

30 meters, it can already be used in actual combat.

At this time, a fire came flying.

Gu Qingshan took the fire talisman, and with a rush of spiritual power, Xiuxiu's whispers suddenly came from inside.

"Senior Brother, Master seems to be picking out a foundation-building exercise for you."

Gu Qingshan smiled and put away the fire talisman.

He opened the God of War interface and looked at the time hourglass again.

Above the hourglass, only seven grains of sand remained.

You can go back soon.

Gu Qingshan stared at the hourglass, quietly watching the grains of sand, like slow motion, slowly falling down.

time up.

A light curtain flashed, and he disappeared from the cultivation world.

Santa Olanca Empire.

Royal Palace.

"Still no news?"

"Why is there still no news? You all eat plain rice? I'm going to chop off your heads!"

The king of the empire, the gray-haired old man sat on the throne and asked coldly.

Several officers below shivered and all knelt on the ground: "The princess said she will be back soon, but we have never found her Ryuhuo at the border."

"Hmph, useless thing, I'll give an order now, kill-"

The old man suddenly noticed that the woman with holy radiance all over her body was gesturing at him.

The old man understood the gesture.

He waved his hand angrily and scolded: "Get out of here! Don't let me see trash like you again!"

Several officers were covered in cold sweat and scrambled away.

After they left, the old man took a few breaths and his expression gradually eased.

"Your Excellency the Pope, how is the progress of the matter that this king asked your sect to handle?" The old man's tone suddenly became gentle.

"It is being done, please don't worry, Your Majesty, it will be done soon."

Wearing a pure white robe, the woman radiating all over her body replied.

The woman looked like she was in her fifties, with an elegant demeanor, and a bright halo hung over her head. When she suddenly looked at it, she almost thought that the Virgin had come to the world.

With such demeanor and power, if she appeared outside the palace, I don't know how many ordinary people would kneel on the ground and pay homage.

Unfortunately, she was wearing a veil, and no one could see her true appearance.

"Go back, I'll talk to the Pope," the old man ordered.

Everyone backed away.

In the hall, there was dead silence.

"Come," said the old man on the throne.

The Pope did not speak.

"Come on, please."

The old man's tone was somewhat pleading.

The holy Pope sighed, lifted his robe, and walked towards the throne step by step.

Her feet were lame, so she walked slowly, but the old man was visibly happy.

The Pope stepped up to the throne and stopped beside the old man.

She stroked the old man's head and said softly, "Don't worry, although there are still some people who are unrepentant, their end is today."

The old man cried and said, "You know this is not what I want."

The Pope paused, and his tone became soft: "Soon, be patient, it will be soon."

"I can't stand it, I won't do it! I want-"

The old man's voice suddenly cut off.

His head drooped slowly, and his whole body collapsed on the throne, as if he had suddenly lost his soul.

There were hands on the old man's chest.

A pair of hands with sharp nails stretched out from the old man's body.

The hands stretched out to the sides, and the old man's chest also opened.

In the chest cavity of the old man, there is no organ, but a short person is hidden.

This is a little man with a wrinkled body, only sparse hair on his head, and a wrinkled face.

However, his voice was full of sharp voices.

The little man cried out, "Mother, I don't want to stay here, it's so lonely here."

"My dear," the Pope said softly, holding him in his arms, "give mother two more days to take this country into your pocket, and you can stop acting."

The villain grabbed the Pope and roared wildly: "Why don't you understand my words, I want Anna, I want to eat her ability, I want her to be the raw material for my evolution!"

"Anna is yours, and no one can take it away, my dear son," the Pope coaxed.

She suddenly lifted the veil, revealing a skinless face, and only black holes and empty eyes.

She touched her son's face and said, "If you listen to your mother, you can get Anna."

"That's the thorn rose of the empire. If you don't work hard, how can you get her?"

The villain sobbed and said, "Really?"

"Really," the Pope hurriedly persuaded the little man, "As long as you work hard for two more days, I will bring Anna back and give it to you."

"Okay, then I will work hard, I will work hard, I want Anna." The villain said, climbed back into the old man's body, and closed his chest from the inside.

The old man raised his head again, and in an old tone, said words full of crazy enthusiasm: "I want Anna, I want her, she belongs to me!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from outside the hall.

"Who!" the old man shouted angrily.

At the same time he spoke, the Pope had already stood under the steps, and the veil on his face had already covered his face again.

Looking at her elegant and noble manner, it was as if she had never left the place.

Outside the hall, there was a terrified report.

"Your Majesty, Princess Anna has sent a message requesting a direct conversation with you."

"Anna!"

The old man let out a happy cry, put his hands on the throne, and was about to stand up.

He looked at the Pope, and despite the veil, he could still feel the Pope's dissatisfaction.

The old man shrank back, coughed lightly, and said, "Just talk on the phone, you can start."

After a while, the secret communication equipment was set up and connected.

The light curtain lit up.

The communicator passed through the layers of protection, and the opposite scene came from the distant Free Federation.

The old man and the Pope looked at the light curtain together, and their expressions changed a little.

"Who are you?"

The old man's tone was mixed with anger, killing intent, and jealousy.

I saw Anna and Von Hoder standing in the distance on the light curtain, and the crazy crowd swarmed, unable to get close under their attack.

And a man who was much more handsome than himself was facing the light curtain.

"Hello, His Majesty the Holy Kingdom, let me introduce myself first, I'm Gu Qingshan."