"Look, it's the second bishop of Lengyue Cult. Unexpectedly, their Lengyue Cult also participated in the Holy Light Festival of our Holy Light Cult. Didn't they say that they would be incompatible with our Holy Light Cult?"

"Yes, I heard that a thousand years ago, we had a great war with the Leng Yue Cult. Tsk, I heard that at that time, even the Pope of the Leng Yue Cult died at the hands of our ruling warrior order."

"Don't talk nonsense. I heard that this time not only the Lengyue Sect's people are coming, but even the other eight great gods are coming!"

"It seems that this time, there is really a fun time to watch it!"

Amid all kinds of discussions, another group of people in black walked in through the gate of the Holy Light City. Compared with those who were wearing silver robes and beautiful faces with the proud Lengyue Cult, these people who came in gave people a murderous intent that they would not enter without any strangers.

These people can be said to have the breath of death.

The Death God Cult and the Holy Light God Cult are two sects with the greatest conflict. For many years, the two sects have been together and never interacted with each other, but they did not expect that at this time, the Death God Cult actually sent someone to come.

The sacrifices of the Holy Light Divine Cult welcomed these visitors.

Zheng Ming ignored all this, and he was in seclusion in his room. In the eyes of many people, he was not in seclusion, but waiting for death.

A kind of powerless waiting for death with closed eyes and waiting for death.

"It's still not broken through the heavenly throne!" When it was about to dawn, Zheng Ming opened his eyes, shook his head gently, with a hint of disappointment in his heart.

If he made the clone break through quickly, if he had methods in his previous life, he had methods, but in this time and space where the Great Sage Lord used the supreme supernatural powers and reversed the great way, even if he used the strongest means, he would only push his original cultivation to the small heavenly throne.

Having purified bloodlines can make Zheng Ming an invincible existence in the small heavenly throne, but if you have to face the heavenly throne or even the great heavenly throne, it is a bit mysterious.

Zheng Ming didn't feel that at this time, he was the only one strong man in heaven.

At least, the leader of the ruling samurai regiment and the remaining three bishops are all powerful people at the heavenly level. If he is just a small heavenly throne, he may be in trouble tomorrow, and there will be some difficulties!

This Holy Light Festival came a bit early.

Just as Zheng Ming was thinking countless thoughts flashed, a voice came in from outside, and the person who spoke was Saint Lian. At this time, her voice was not only not gentle, but also a hint of coldness: "Where is he?"

"His Majesty, he is still waiting in his room." The answer was Zhan Wei, the young waiter, who was looking at the fast-moving Saint Lean with an extremely hot look.

"Okay, don't have any messy thoughts. You have to know that this is a huge change. What he wants to change is not just the Holy Light Cult, but even the pattern of this world. Do you know?" Saint Lean looked at Zhan Wei with a hint of disgust. At this time, Zhan Wei was like a wild dog, staring at the most beautiful meat in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Saint, I will do my own thing well and I will never let you down."

Saint Lean smiled and said, "It's great to have this idea. Lord Jin Jiesi will never treat those who follow him badly. At that time, you, Zhan Wei, will no longer be the attendant Zhan Wei, but the bishop Zhan Wei."

When he heard that his name was associated with the bishop, the words that Zhan Wei could only look up to, Zhan Wei felt like he wanted to be crazy, and his palms were trembling even more violently.

"Saint click, I hope that after this matter is over, that person can let me take care of it. Don't worry, I will never let him die early."

In Zhan Wei's voice, there was a cold and cold from the nine earths. Even though Saint Li'an had experienced countless things, his heart still couldn't help but tremble for a moment.

This Zhan Wei was not only a mad dog, but also a mad dog holding grudges. When he was waiting for him to put him next to the unlucky crown, he did not notice this.

But now it is still so easy to use. I can't say that in the future, I have to give Zhan Wei some benefits to use for my own use.

"As long as the person is able to keep that person alive, everything else is fine. I will promise you this for you." Saint Lian said this and walked into Zheng Ming's room with great strides. Saint Lian didn't care about the usual etiquette.

"Thank you, Your Highness." After helping Saint Lean open the door, Zhan Wei shouted to Zheng Ming: "Mr. Cang, the Saint clicks to see you, why don't you come out to greet me quickly."

Saint Lean smiled lightly, flicked his finger at Zhan Wei, which was considered to stop his next move, and then said with a smile: "Crown, today is the Holy Light Festival. Lord, let me take your robe."

As he spoke, a silver robe had already appeared in Saint Leon's hand. The moment the robe appeared, the light around him quickly gathered towards the robe.

The introductory instrument is also a good introductory instrument. With just one thought, Zheng Ming had already learned the use of this introductory instrument.

After gently putting the robe on his body and then having a scepter inlaid with huge golden diamonds in his hand, Zheng Ming was no longer the pope who was called a puppet by many people. Now he has everything a powerful pope should have.

When holding the scepter of glory, Zheng Ming felt that this time he was really too disappointed.

Originally, it would take at least one month for him to practice before he crossed the heavenly throne, but now, with this robe of glory and the scepter of glory, he could fully exert the power of the throne of glory, not to mention that there were several huge killing moves sealed in this robe of glory and the scepter of glory.

The Pope, it seems, wasn't it for nothing!

Saint Lean looked at Zheng Ming, wearing a robe of glory and holding a scepter of glory, and a hint of appreciation appeared in her eyes. Although she knew that the person in front of her was an embroidered pillow, she had to admit that he really had a few pope style now.

Zhan Wei, who was standing on one side, looked at Zheng Ming with a jealous look. In his heart, he was even more thinking about how to step on the guy who looked tall in front of him.

"Uncle, everything in the Holy Light Festival is ready, it's time for you to appear!" Saint Lian bowed to Zheng Ming and said with a smile.

The place where the Holy Light Festival was held was the loyal Holy Light Square in the Holy Light City. At this time, millions of Holy Light believers had gathered in this square covering an area of ​​10,000 acres. They were all dressed in white and barefoot, and their faces were even more fanatical.

"Next, please ask the Pope to lead us to sacrifice to the Lord of the Holy Light." With a galloping sound, it rang out in the void.

With this shout, Zheng Ming, wearing the robe of glory, walked towards the center of the Holy Light Square with dozens of verdict warriors. At this moment, someone shouted loudly: "Stop! Although Sheng Pule is the Pope, he is not qualified to sacrificially mention the Lord of Holy Light!"

This shout was almost earth-shaking, and with the shouting, a figure slowly walked out of the crowd.

This is an old man in a white robe. He pointed at Zheng Ming and said, "Sheng Pulem, I have some things unknown to my subordinates. Please give me advice!"

The old man in the white robe had white hair and beard, and because of practicing the divine art of holy light, he gave people a sense of respect and extraordinaryness.

Zheng Ming didn't know the old man in white robe, but there were quite a few people who ran away in vain.

"It's Bishop Jim, and he didn't expect that he was the first to come out to attack."

"Bithel Jim, isn't he the last Pope praised as a saint? Hehe, I didn't expect him to collapse."

"This old man, I heard that he had the fate to ignore the affairs of the world, but he didn't expect that he was entrusted by the Archbishop. This time, there was a good show."

Amid all kinds of discussions, Bishop Jim said loudly: "Mr., are you sincere in the Lord of the Holy Light?"

This question sounds easy to answer, but the person present, the one who didn't know that Zheng Ming, could not use the magical arts at all. And connecting the inability to use the magical arts with the integrity of the Saint Lord can be said to be a unique trick to kill with one blow.

Zheng Ming looked at Bishop Jim who was extremely sincere and said lightly: "God said that those who believe in me will receive eternal life!"

While speaking, he pointed at Bishop Jim and said, "You are the heresy, you should destroy it!"

As soon as this sentence was said, a white light appeared in the void. Bishop Jim could become a bishop, so he naturally had some skills. When he saw Zheng Ming urging the Holy Light, he shouted wildly: "Guardian of the Holy Light!"

Layer layers of light rose from Bishop Jim, and in just a moment of effort, a huge shield formed, blocking Bishop Jim.

However, just when many people thought Bishop Jim would be safe and sound, the white light had already been integrated with the huge shield.

In just a moment of kung fu, Bishop Jim, who had just jumped out of the crowd, was turned into ashes.

You should know that although Bishop Jim is not a small heavenly throne, he also has the highest level of gold. How could he suffer a great loss under a pope who is recognized as a waste?

But soon, those who held these attitudes knew that this time they had thought it was wrong. With a harsh shout, Bishop Jim who popped out turned into ashes.
Chapter completed!