"Old friend? Why are old friends in hell? You are talking nonsense again." Qu Ling obviously didn't believe it.

In her perception, hell is an extremely illusory place. Except for foreigners who believe in heaven and hell, the people of Yanlong even believe in it.

In other words, there is no record of not only the three realms that Dongfang Yao once strengthened, but also various other inheritances left behind.

Even the previous myths have not been preserved.

When he heard this, Dongfang Yao felt annoyed when he thought of it.

It was as if everything I had experienced had disappeared.

The whole world seems to be the only one left, alone.

Even though he was once the ancestor of Taoism, he is now just an ordinary person.

The more peaceful you become when you cultivate and mind reach the depths, the more you will care more and more about the world you create.

Although the world before was not created by Dongfang Yao.

But he also devoted a lot of time and energy.

The world at this time made him feel strange.

The lovers and things that were once gone seemed to be a dream, and the disappearance disappeared.

"What's wrong with you?" Qu Ling noticed that Dongfang Yao's mood was a little depressed and couldn't help asking.

Dongfang Yao smiled, losing his cultivation, but he became more sentimental.

"It's okay, I just remembered a few friends."

He drank a glass of water and prepared to go to the study to check some information.

Dongfang Yao already believed that this world might not be what he thought yesterday, but just a simple world of martial arts cultivation.

But there is a secret hidden that he doesn't know yet.

But he needs to find these secrets.

So he wanted to check whether there were any immortal cultivation sects in the Yanlong Kingdom?

Or a little bit of records is fine.

"Emperors all have immortal cultivation sects?"

Looking at the news on the computer, Dongfang Yao's eyes lit up.

But then he thought again, how could the immortal cultivation sect be opened when everyone practices martial arts?

This may be fake news, but he also decided that the imperial capital must go there.

Whether it is true or false, there must be a result.

That night, Qu Ling didn't sleep all night.

Thinking of what happened today, she still couldn't help but feel panicked.

I first entered the dark moment and thought it would be a sure win against two boxers.

But I didn't expect that just an opponent, I was beaten so badly!

Since she was a child, she has been praised as a good material for martial arts practice.

And he entered the dark period at the age of twenty-three.

Her understanding is also first-class. Who knew that when she went out, she met a man with extremely strong combat power, and she looked no more than twenty-five years old?

So Qu Ling was hit hard today!

"No, I have to let him teach me!" A hint of determination appeared in her eyes.

For the sake of the Qu family and for herself, she must work hard.

...

At the same time, John and Wilson also came to Cuiliu Road Church again.

Bishop Mark is listening to the confession of another Yanlong native.

He reached out and signaled the two to sit down first.

It was not until the confessor left that he came to John.

Bishop Mark's face was particularly serious.

He said a little heavy, "John, and Wilson, your hands... I can't cure them."

With his magical ability, the injury in this situation cannot be cured at all.

Unless the two are sent to the Holy Church and the great magician takes action, there may be hope.

However, it will take two days at the earliest to fly from the Yanlong Kingdom and then go to the Blo Empire.

Two days will make John and Wilson's injuries worse and irrecoverable!

Wilson's face turned pale, "Bissary, you must have a way. I can't lose my hands!"

His shoulders swayed slightly, and his inner grief occupied all his emotions.

What he is most proud of is his identity as a boxing champion.

But once you lose both hands, the glory of the past will leave him!

John's condition was even worse at this time. His spirit was already depressed. He had originally sought the help of Bishop Mark, thinking that he would defeat the abominable Yanlong people in one fell swoop.

But who knew that he lost twice in a row!

And every time my hand was interrupted!

What a shame this is.

John knelt on the ground with a sad face and begged, "Bissary, will Heavenly Father bless us? Why can't I get powerful strength? Please give me redemption!"

Bishop Mark drew a cross on his chest, his tone filled with sympathy, "Child, it's not your fault, Heavenly Father... will forgive you."

He paused and said, "Maybe there is someone who can help you."

Wilson's eyes suddenly lit up, "Who is it? Please tell us the bishop!"

As long as he can cure his hands, he is willing to do so even at the greatest cost!

Bishop Mark was a little hesitant. This method was a very difficult choice for him.

But in order to help these two children, and in order to conquer the Yanlong Kingdom as soon as possible, the Holy Holy Church.

He still said slowly, "You go to the capital of the Blo Empire. In the prison, there is a woman named Valeria, who will help you."

After Bishop Mark finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the backyard of the church, not saying anything more.

The Valeria he asked the two to look for was essentially a magician, but she was practicing black magic.

So now he has been locked up by the Holy Church.

John and Wilson looked at each other, both of whom were a little confused.

Who will be locked in jail?

Can she really cure the two of them’s hand injuries?

But in the end, Wilson made up his mind and said firmly: "John, we have no choice. This may be the only opportunity. Do you want to be a useless person forever?"

Two days later, the Blo Empire and the Holy Capital.

John and Wilson, whose hands were bandaged, appeared in prison.

They also met this woman named Valeria.

In fact, this woman is not like a wizard, but more like a pure nun.

If it weren't for the prison uniform, she would have been even more beautiful.

John just glanced at it and didn't dare to look again.

"Dear Valeria, we need your help."

Wilson said carefully.

After hearing about this woman's series of deeds, he vowed that no matter who he offended, he would not offend Valeria!

Otherwise, I don’t even know how to die!

Because according to the warden, all those who offended Valeria, even those who verbally teased Valeria, were dead!

And the death was extremely tragic!

When the warden was telling this, he almost scared John again!

Valeria's voice was very pleasant, and she asked, "You want me to heal your hands, right?"

Wilson lowered his head, "Yes, it was Bishop Mark who asked us to come to you."

"Mark? He hasn't died after so many years?"

Valeria whispered.

It sounds like she has lived for a long time.

But she looks like she is only twenty years old.

John became even more scared when he thought of this and buried his head lower.

At this time, Valeria slowly said, "I can do it if I want me to help you, but you have to dedicate your soul to the demon."?
Chapter completed!