The celebration of the whole country in China made some people grit their teeth and hate it.

The Pope, who was secretly rejoicing, went crazy when his men returned......

They are either cardinals or patriarchs, they are seraphims, but I didn't expect to go to China once, and those who came back became ordinary people.

What puzzled him the most was that the Huaxia government was too generous, right? His own people did not ask for the blood clan and the dark angel to be released back, but the Huaxia government even released them together.

They were originally their own cannon fodder, and they didn't care about life and death, but they lived in the "drug rehabilitation center" of the Chinese government, and even if they came back without their skills, they would be in trouble -- big trouble; they had no skills, but they had mouths!

Of course, for the time being, the Pope can't take care of this matter, he wants to hunt, he wants to claim, and he has lost more than a dozen Seraphims at once, and even if they come back, they have become wasters, and he must find someone to bear this loss.

Heartache is one thing, money is another, heartache, he has no choice, but he has to give an explanation to the family members of these subordinates who were eaten by sharks, stoned, and played for nothing, and if he doesn't give an explanation to those subordinates who have lost their skills, who will obey him in the future.

Even if they don't dare to resist because of the teachings, if they come to a yang and yin disobey, although they are an eight-winged angel, after all, the years are not forgiving, and they are already in their twilight years, and what can a person do? Not to mention that his successor is also to be found from their gang.

"Five million, my people, each needs five million, you must come up with this money!" The Pope blushed: "You still have to pay to build a pacification fund for those blood clans, let them shut up!"

"It's impossible for me to give money, you ask us for money, who do we want to go, we have also lost so many people, that's 90% of our strength!"

"Yes, each is responsible for their own, no one should blame anyone, if you really suffer, you can only consider yourself unlucky!"

Hearing this, the Pope's face changed......

He began to regret in his heart: Although his country did not establish diplomatic relations with Huaxia, Huaxia has always been extremely tolerant of its own followers; even if he colluded with the infidels who opposed the ruling party in China on a whim, the Huaxia government would at most verbally condemn it, always reason with reason, persuade people with reason, strictly abide by the policy of "freedom of religious belief," and did not discriminate against and suppress its own followers.

Thinking about the group of people in front of him, he felt afraid!

Seeing the pope's expression, perhaps because he understood the pope's thoughts, perhaps because "religion is the government's policy of fooling the people", and understood the role of the imperial religion among the believers, the representative of the Lijian Empire led by him finally raised his voice in the opposition of others: "I think the pope has a point! Compared with the church, our loss is insignificant, and we should consider the pope's request!"

The Lijian delegates lost no time in encircling the pope.

He adopted the consistent practice of the Lijian Empire, and after weighing the pros and cons, he decided to make a small amount of money for himself and let the other seven countries do the wrongs!

After a single statement, he won the Pope's gratitude and the consent of the other seven nations.

In order to make them more willing to do the wrongs, the representative of Lijian fanned again: "Actually, we have not failed, what is this loss! I think we need not be frustrated by this little gain or loss in front of us, and we should discuss the next step." ”

The Pope, who was compensated with basic satisfaction, was the first to approve.

Don't think that he seems to ignore the world, in fact, adults are no less ambitious than others.

Others need to plunder the resources of other countries and rule the world, and he is the same, his goal is the world of fools, the world of imperial power. All of you here know this, but they just don't break it.

As a result, these people healed their scars and forgot the pain, and began to brew a new round of conspiracy to suppress Huaxia, disrupt Huaxia, and embezzle Huaxia......

Whether it is the celebration of China or the yin and yang in the church, at this moment, it has nothing to do with Rong Zhihao.

Glancing at the next thunderstorm brewing in the sky, Rong Zhihao set his eyes on his son who fell to the ground in the distance.

He wanted to go over and hug his son again, but he couldn't.

If he passes, the thunder tribulation will make his son disappear with him.

"Enron--" Rong Zhihao is sometimes sober, sometimes confused.

The sober Rong Zhihao, his heart was full of death, he waited for the thunder tribulation in the sky to come again: come, come quickly, the next moment, I should be able to see An Ran, he was confused again......

"Uncle wake up, Uncle wake up, guard the Lingtai, quickly guard the Lingtai......"

An anxious voice sounded in Rong Zhihao's mind.

"Taizun Tomihara?!"

"Dazun, save An Ran, save my son......"

In the sea of divine consciousness, Rong Zhihao screamed sadly: Fu Yuanping's voice rekindled his hope.

"Senior brother is fine, senior uncle, quickly guard his own little spiritual platform, ...... quickly"

"Boom--" Before Tomiohara could finish speaking, the thunder tribulation fell again.

This is the fourth thunder tribulation, which is enough to make Rong Zhihao ashes!

Fu Yuan Ping originally wanted Rong Zhihao to quickly take the Ziyang Pill, but before he finished his words, the thunder tribulation came down.

Of course, even if Fu Yuanping finished speaking, even if Rong Zhihao heard it, he would not have the ability to take out the Ziyang Pill, because his physical body had already become a stiff skeleton of the whole body!

Rong Anran's side, Fu Yuanping used the deception technique to show his clone, looking at Rong Zhihao who had become a powder, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh: Could it be that Uncle Shi can't survive this catastrophe?

The thunder in the sky has faded a lot, but it still hasn't dissipated, Tomiohara Ping knows that Rong Zhihao is not dead, but can he survive it? Can he withstand the next thunderstorm?

"Little junior brother--" He withdrew his gaze and waved lightly at Rong Anran on the ground......

"Daddy--" Rong Anran, who had regained his senses, had not yet opened his eyes before tears overflowed again.

"Little Junior Brother ......"

"Senior brother, senior brother - quick, save my father, brother, save my father, woo......"

"Little junior brother, senior brother is a step too late!"

Fuhara Ping sighed again: "The catastrophe can only be survived by Uncle Shi himself, and no one can help him--"

"Can't anyone help?" Rong Anran put away his tears: "It's okay--"

Rong Anran suddenly regained his composure.

But Tomiohara Ping knew why Rong Anran was like this.

It was soul loss, real despair.

"Daddy--" Rong suddenly flew up and rushed towards the pile of ashes that belonged to his father......

"Little Junior Brother ......"

Fortunately, with Fuhara Ping present, he imprisoned Rong Anran in time.

"Daddy......" Rong Anran burst into tears again, and his heart-rending cry moved all living creatures, and the heavens seemed to hear his terrible cry......

"This ...... What's going on?"

In Antarctica, the expedition teams of various countries began to panic in shock. Tourists from China to Antarctica, wearing thick warm clothes, were all poured into soup chickens by the rain.

The rain was so heavy that it was so big that I couldn't wear a hood, and although everyone's clothes were rainproof, the rain ran down my necks and my body was still wet.

The tourists, whose faces were blue and their lips were black, were crazy, and they cheered and asked, "Didn't you say that it only snows in Antarctica? Why does it rain?"

"Didn't you say that there is very little rain in Antarctica? How can there be so much rain?"

The tourist door was cheering and screaming, and the tour guide was at a loss because he had never encountered such a thing, but the faces of the members of the scientific expedition team changed......

"Quick, quick, everyone run, run back to your tent, or you'll be frozen alive into icicles, quick!"

Hearing the anxious voices of the expedition members, all the tourists finally felt the seriousness of the situation, and they raised their feet and ran towards their tents!

As soon as they lifted their feet, they heard the cracking of their clothes: under the severe cold, as soon as the rain hit their bodies, they were quickly frozen into ice.

Luckily, they reacted quickly and were able to take heavy steps.

The tent is not far from them, which is a mandatory rule for visitors to Antarctica for safety reasons.

Rushing into the tent, all the tourists widened their eyes with palpitations, and the tent was silent, and everyone had the feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe.

"Senior brother wake up, junior brother wake up......" Fuhara Ping retreated to Rong Anran's side.

The top of Rong Anran, who was suppressed by himself in the Fuyuan Heichao Dynasty, was slapped with a palm......

"Daddy...... Senior brother ......" Rong Anran finally cried again......

"Senior brother, look at ......" Fu Yuanping pointed to the clouds in the sky that had not dispersed for a long time: "The clouds are still there, and Uncle Shi is still there!"

"Father...... He also ...... In the ......, Rong Anran didn't look at the sky, he stared at the position where his father was sitting just now, with a look of disbelief.

There was nothing left in that position, only the same as the whole earth, formed a thick, mirror-like ice, although the dark clouds were closed, Rong Anran could still see clearly.

However, the person who said that his father was still alive was the elder brother, and he couldn't help believing the elder brother's words......

"Big brother, my dad ...... him"

While speaking, I saw that the position where Rong Zhihao was originally sitting suddenly rose into colorful light, and Rong Anran opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Even Tominohara was pleasantly surprised.

He wasn't afraid that Rong Zhihao was really dead, for him, even if he died, he could save him in many ways, but doing so would be against the way of heaven.

Of course, he can also let his master take action, but as a great venerable, he has to make a master take action for a cultivator's first heavenly tribulation, and he is too faceless.

Therefore, when he suddenly couldn't sense Rong Zhihao's soul just now, Fuhara Ping was also a little nervous, no, it should be said that he was entangled: how could the person who was favored by the master not even survive the first tribulation?

The appearance of the colorful glow made Fu Yuanping suddenly remember that the master didn't let him give the colorful glow clothes to the teacher?

Tomihara scolded himself secretly: Pig!

Could it be that I haven't been in contact with mortal dust for a long time, and suddenly I have a senior uncle and a junior brother, and I have a turbid thought? Why did I forget the colorful clothes?

Fu Yuanping did not dwell on this issue, after billions of years of cultivation, his state of mind is not turbid: "Senior brother, don't be afraid of anything, Uncle Shi will be fine!"

"This ...... Senior brother, what's going on?" Seeing the colorful glow, Rong Anran began to believe Tomiohara's words.

"This is the colorful Xia clothes that Shizun asked me to bring to my uncle, and with the protection of the colorful Xia clothes, my uncle will definitely be fine. Fuhara Ping said: "Senior brother, you wait, let me tell my uncle what to do next!"

"Uncle Shi...... "Heavenly Tribulation, even if he is a great venerable, he can't go over, not even the divine soul, this is the way of heaven." Fu Yuanping had no choice but to transmit the sound with his divine thoughts: "Uncle Shi, eat the Ziyang Pill quickly!"

Fuyuan Ping said lightly to Rong Anran, but he was still a little nervous in his heart, what are you kidding, the catastrophe - if you don't get it, you will be scattered!

But Fu Yuanping couldn't hear Rong Zhihao's response, and he really began to worry, because, even him, he couldn't feel the existence of Rong Zhihao's spirit!

How is that possible?