Chapter 1442: The Pope is Born!
Feng Ju didn't think that Chen Yifei would be able to really refine the spirit treasure successfully, let alone that he was actually cheated by the Xuannu, and the Xuannu didn't tell him about the resurrection stone at all.
Otherwise, he would definitely make more preparations, and in that case, he would not let Chen Yifei win like this.
The terrifying aura emitted by the spirit treasure shocked the people around him, and he couldn't turn his eyes at all.
Chen Yifei perfectly proved his identity as an immortal caster, and he also proved it by refining a spirit treasure.
"There is such a demon in the world. The old priest looked at Chen Yifei and couldn't help but be shocked.
When the people around heard these words, they couldn't help but nodded, this Chen Yifei was already an immortal medicine master, and now he was still an immortal caster.
What's more, they know Chen Yifei's strength, not only does he have strong talent and mutation ability, but his strength to attack with all his strength has exceeded the level of the Seven Tribulation Xuan Immortals.
Even if he doesn't have the strength of alchemy and refining, the other party is also a demon, and there are few opponents in this holy city, right?
"Feng Ju, it's time for you to pay the price. Chen Yifei looked at Feng Ju, the murderous aura on his body surged, and he directly entered the deep mutation, urging the battle body and fire patterns, and the momentum on his body exploded with all his might.
At the same time, his alienated dragon claw violently grabbed the spirit treasure that had been refined.
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As soon as Chen Fei waved the Spirit Treasure Long Knife, a rapid sound of breaking the air erupted in the air, and an extremely powerful sword immediately condensed on the blade.
Swish!~
Chen Yifei jumped up instantly, and the long knife in his hand slashed towards Feng Ju.
Feng was shocked and hurriedly stepped back.
Boom!~
The long knife in Chen Yifei's hand was instantly slashed at the unfinished magic weapon refined by Feng Ju.
The magic weapon that had not yet been completed was instantly shattered by the slash, turned into pieces and fell to the ground.
With just one blow, the power of the spirit treasure was revealed.
Rumble!~
After the long knife in Chen Yifei's hand smashed Feng Ju's unfinished magic weapon, it slashed at the ground.
The blade on the blade slammed out along the ground on its own, and instantly slammed towards Feng Ju.
Feng Ju's face became even more ugly, he could feel the horror of the sword, and the speed of the sword was too fast, he quickly had no way to avoid it, so he could only urge the true qi with all his strength, and then condensed a shield to resist the sword that came from the impact.
Rumble!~
The sword light that burst out of the spirit treasure long knife instantly hit the true qi shield.
The terrifying impact erupted, and Feng Ju spurted out a mouthful of blood at that moment, and he only felt a terrifying force attacking, instantly tearing apart his condensed shield and shattering his internal organs.
And after the True Qi shield shattered, the sword slammed into Feng Ju's chest unstoppably.
Burst!~
Feng Ju's chest suddenly splattered with blood, and the whole person flew out directly upside down by the impact, and when he rolled on the ground, the clothes on his body were already stained red with blood.
"The victory has been divided, and His Excellency Chen Yifei has won. Seeing this scene, the old priest announced the victory without the slightest hesitation.
And when he read Chen Yifei's name, his tone was more respectful.
Because after Chen Yifei won these two games in a row, the position of the Pope was already his, and only His Majesty of the Hundred Flowers would be more noble than him in the Hundred Flowers Holy Dynasty.
Chen Yifei looked at the magic weapon long knife in his hand and waved his hand, his face showing a look of satisfaction.
Although the refining was carried out with serious injuries this time, the finished product was still very good.
"Liu Lin. Chen Yifei snorted.
Chen Yifei ...... No, Your Excellency. Liu Lin walked up with a smile on his face, his eyes were already burning at the long knife in Chen Yifei's hand.
"Promise your weapon, and then. Without hesitation, Chen Yifei threw the Lingbao long knife in his hand at Liu Lin, and then continued: "Also, you are not used to calling me the Pope, so you still call me Chen Yifei." โ
Liu Lin held the long knife, felt the power of the knife, waved it excitedly, and then said to Chen Yifei with a proud face: "I don't want to call you the Pope, it's awkward, it's still easy for Chen Yifei to call." โ
Looking at the two people talking, the people around couldn't help but look at Liu Lin with envy.
You must know that Chen Yifei is now the Pope, and this Liu Lin not only has a good relationship with the new Pope to this extent, but also has received the magic weapon rewarded by the Pope.
I'm afraid that no one in the Holy City will dare to offend this Liu Lin in the future, otherwise I'm afraid that this demonic pope will be provoked.
"Give this knife a name. Chen Yifei said to Liu Lin again.
"This guy is called Feng Ju, this long knife defeated him, let's call it Defeat Ju. Liu Lin smiled and waved the long knife in his hand.
"Defeat the giant sword? Chen Yifei nodded, and when the words fell, he walked towards Feng Ju with murderous intent.
Feng was so shocked that he jumped up and wanted to escape, but Chen Yifei appeared in front of him first, slapped him back with one palm, and slammed it on the ground.
Chen Yifei's dragon claws were horizontal, his cold hair flickered, and he grabbed at Feng Ju angrily.
Swish!~
At this moment, Wu Lan's figure suddenly blocked in front of Chen Yifei.
"Your Majesty Wu Lan, his life is mine now, are you?" Chen Yifei looked at Wu Lan with a frown and asked.
"His life is for you, and before that, I want to ask him a few questions. Wu Lan smiled, and then looked at Feng Ju with a murderous face: "Tell me, who is the Xuannu, I can let you die a little more happily, otherwise, you should know that with my strength, if I want you not to die, you can't die even if you are tortured." โ
"Your Majesty Wu Lan, it seems that you also know his identity. Chen Yifei said.
Wu Lan sneered: "I'm not a fool, you just got seriously injured by the Xuannu's ambush, and I will always be a little suspicious of this Feng Ju who has rejected me several times to challenge you." โ
"What's more, when this guy targeted you, he didn't go to the position of the Pope like Zhu Wei at all, as if he was just trying to kill you, I think there is no one who wants your life so urgently now except for the people of the Xuanyuan clan, right?"
"Your Majesty Wu Lan is wise. Chen Yifei smiled and said.
When Feng Ju heard Wu Lan's words, he looked at Wu Lan with an even more ugly face and said: "It is worthy of being a woman who can create a holy dynasty, it is really unusual, she still thinks that she can rely on me to prevent Chen Yifei from becoming the Pope, it seems that even if I win, I will only have a dead end in the end." โ
"It's good that you know, now you can say it. Wu Lan said coldly.
"Hahaha!" Feng Ju heard Wu Lan's words, and immediately laughed: "Wu Lan, do you think that if I dare to come here, I will be afraid of death? I am not afraid of losing my life for her, I thought about failure when I came, so I had already taken a poison, as long as I was injured, the poison would spread all over my body." โ
Almost at the moment when Feng Ju's words fell, thick black blood flowed out of his seven orifices.
"Hahahaha, Wu Lan, you are powerful, but even if you die, I won't let you get your wish!" Feng Ju let out the most hearty laugh before he died.
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