The old butler stood motionless like a statue, his cloudy eyes flashing with horror, as if he had seen a ghost.

The surging breath of light ripples in every inch of space, and this land is like bathing in holy light. Ruixia on the horizon blooms out of ten thousand ways, brilliant and dazzling, as if the sage is in the dust.

In such a magnificent and huge qi machine, the old butler who cultivated as a human immortal only felt that the essence, qi, blood, and even the vast spirit like the sea were all broken like hair, and the chain of order condensed by the Tao was pure.

With three flicks of his fingers, the old housekeeper cultivated to fall to the great consummation stage of the immortals.

With five snaps of his fingers, the old housekeeper cultivated to fall into the middle stage of the immortal.

Eight snaps of the fingers, the old housekeeper cultivated to fall to the early stage of the immortal.

Twelve snaps of the fingers...

Feeling that the cultivation fell from the human immortal to the condensation period, and from the condensation period to the mundane, the old housekeeper's soul trembled. He slipped to the ground and stared blankly at the ancient tomb in front of him, which had been eroded by wind and frost.

It was the breath of a land immortal.

Just like the primeval tyrannosaurus rex waking up from its slumber, the terrifying qi machine directly disturbed the law of the weather. There is a vague feeling of commanding heaven and earth.

The Pope is not dead!

In other words, the Pope has been sleeping in this tomb, two hundred years for spring, two hundred years for autumn. 800 years is a spring and autumn.

Land Immortals.

The East is called the Red Dust Immortals, the West is called the Great World Sage, and the dark forces are called the gods and demons.

The name is different, but the essence is the same.

As the last earthly saint to fall 800 years ago, no one knows that the Pope was before that.

Where did he come from, where did he learn, and how long did he live?

There are only a few mentions of the pope in the Holy See parchment Bible, and in his later years the pope spread the faith, worshipped the light, and founded the Holy See.

When the Holy See is at its peak, when the faith is spreading, when the avenue is erected.

At that time, the pope was approaching his old age, his qi and blood were declining, and his cultivation was exploding. Within a few years, it was rumored that the Pope would descend into the secret room and take the road of light to heaven and live forever.

Since then, there have been no terrestrial immortals in the world.

In the past 800 years, aside from Li Chongyang, Zhang Sanfeng, the Great Witch God and other heavenly realm immortals on the bright side, there are also many old monsters in the dark, stuck in this bottleneck.

Extremely poor all his life, he can't take half a step out of the door.

"Old slave, welcome to the Pope!"

The old butler's mind was blank, and after a moment's pause, he finally reacted and knelt on the ground with awe on his face. With the highest liturgy of the Holy See, wait for the Pope.

In the end, the entire cemetery was shrouded in holy light, and the bright blood in the old housekeeper's body was even more frozen and solidified. Cold sweat rained down and fell.

I don't know when.

The holy light of the Sifang cemetery is pervasive, and the ancient vicissitudes of life are raised against the sky like a stream of water, turning into hundreds of millions of grains of dust, floating in the void.

A coffin poured in white gold was revealed. It is engraved with dense mystical runes, and it seems that each rune contains terrifying power.

As soon as it appeared.

The sword intent in the void was messy, as if the ancient sword immortal had slashed a sword here, the edge was cold, and the immortal sword qi that cut through the void, even after eight hundred years, there was no tendency to dissipate decay.

The old butler was all over his body, and almost in an instant, he was almost shattered by the sword intent.

"What's going on?"

The old butler's mouth was dry, and he looked at this scene for some reason. The Pope enveloped the Bright Avenue, the place where the bones were buried, how could there be such a powerful sword intent aura of the Eastern Immortals?

He couldn't feel it, the murderous aura was fierce, and the supreme sword aura that was strong and undispersed was coming from the coffin.

Boom... Boom...

There was a dull sound from the platinum coffin, and then the silver coffin, which emitted immortal brilliance, rose to the sky. The ancient pattern of the seal around the body, the light is bright, such as the sun in the sky.

It seems that this coffin is suppressing some terrifying creature?

Stalemate with a few snaps of fingers, the light is exhausted, and the divine brilliance is dim. The whole coffin melted in the air, as if it had been melted, and countless ancient patterns struggled, as if they wanted to completely suppress the contents inside.

At this moment, the old housekeeper felt that the whole world seemed to have a master. He couldn't mobilize a trace of vitality, as if he didn't belong to this world.

In the end, the Dao pattern was extinguished, and the coffin steamed, turning into all the clouds and milk, and pouring into the void.

The old butler looked up in horror, but saw an old man dressed in ancient clothes, with sparse hair on the top of his head, and wrinkles on his face, as if he had lived for an infinite time.

There was no vitality on his body, he didn't use any mana, and he just stood quietly in the thousand-meter void. There is no disobedience, as if he was born with heaven and earth, and stand proudly in the sky.

Move your gaze upwards.

When the old butler's gaze froze, as if he had seen some terrifying picture, his whole face changed, and he screamed out in faux puff.

On the top of the pope's head, there is a sword hilt of several inches, like a divine weapon, inserted into the body from the top of the head. Even after 800 years, those bloodstains are still vivid and bewitching, lifelike.

Every drop contains majestic and infinite energy.

On the hilt of the sword, two words are engraved:

Fu Li!

"What year is it?"

The old man's eyes were closed, his mouth and tongue were closed, and he obviously did not move his mouth. But there was a majestic voice, falling from the sky, and the words smashed into the heart of the old butler.

He respectfully hugged his fists and said:

"Back to adults, tonight is September 12, 2017, 5:17 p.m. ”

The old man's face moved.

A sad state of mind infected the heavens and the earth: "It turns out that I have been lying in the dust for eight hundred years. ”

Hundreds of miles in a radius, the sea of Lingyuan surging and converging, showing the shape of a tornado, the first is connected to the elderly, and the tail is connected to the clouds. Almost in the snap of his fingers, the vitality within a hundred miles was poured into his body.

The shriveled skin is also plumped up at this moment, and the color on it is flowing and smooth like a baby. The withered hair on the top of his head also fell off, and a thick long golden hair swelled wildly.

In the blink of an eye, the Pope changed from an old dragon bell to a young man in full bloom.

What shocked the old butler the most was that the 'Fuli' divine sword inserted above his head was pulled out inch by inch. Every time he pulls out a section, between this heaven and earth, Sen Ran's sword intent is a little stronger.

"Your Excellency, you are..."

The old butler asked in a whisper.

The Pope said lightly: "A thousand years ago, I was injured by the Eastern Immortal, the Immortal of the Imperial Sword, and almost died. His 'Fuli' magic weapon has always remained in my body. In the past 800 years, I have been recuperating from my injuries all the time and forcing out the magic weapon. ”

said.

Fu Li's qi cracks in the sky, if Jiangyu or Zhenjiang Eight Immortals are present, they will definitely find that 'Fu Li' is actually a heavenly immortal spirit treasure that is even more terrifying than the Haotian Mirror.

Eight hundred years of the Pope of Sword Town.

The old butler's color changed, his heart beat wildly, and only the immortals in the red dust such as the Immortal on the Imperial Sword could display such supreme magical powers.

The sword intent in it has not completely dissipated for eight hundred years.

"Boom!"

The heavens and the earth hummed, and Fu left his birth, turning into a shocking cold, wanting to escape into the void. But with a casual move by the Pope, he forcibly peeled himself out of the void with a peerless spell and held it in his hand.

"Where is the Edgeworth?"

The Pope snapped his eyes open.

Suddenly.

The weather is myriad and the world is bright.

Under this breath, even the old housekeeper immortal cultivator was only prostrate on the ground, trembling and terrified.

The old butler said in a trembling voice:

"My lord, the Edgeworth Immortal fell a thousand years ago. ”

The old butler realized that it was no wonder that the cave treasure left by the Eastern Immortal would appear in the Western Rass Mountains. It turned out that he had fought with the Holy Emperor of the Holy See, so he stayed in the West.

As for why they fought each other, no one knows.

"When the blessed land of Kunlun appeared, you and I fought to the death, and we all wanted to have luck. I slashed myself and buried myself in the dust, just to wait for the opportunity in this life. Now that you're dead, who can stand in my way today?"

The Pope was handsome and showed a charming smile.

It's just that the ancient clothes on his body, as well as the 'Fuli' sword in his hand, seem incompatible with the surrounding aura.

"You come with me. ”

The Pope grabbed the old butler with one hand and traveled the world for a hundred miles in an instant. It seems that the whole world is opening up an exclusive space for him.

this day.

In the sky above Shentigang, Yunxia Daodao, Ruiqi is thousand. Countless people looked up to watch and filmed this scene with various video equipment.

The vision is 9,000 meters in the sky, and the Emperor of Light is mighty in the world.

……

In contrast, the entire West, countless unknown ancient traditions, almost all opened their eyes at this moment.

Those dull faces are full of shock.

The underworld, the dark forces, those opponents who had been opposed to the Holy See for hundreds of years, were shocked physically and mentally, turned into wooden chickens, and could not say a word.

"How could he still be alive?"

Someone was dumbfounded.

Next.

The Western world was boiling, and countless people set their eyes on the East, on Jiang Jiuhuang, who had destroyed the Daoist system of the Holy See.