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Sun Dahai's face had a strange glow. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It seemed that there was a lot of sweat, because the temperature of the raging flames in front of them was extremely high, and the place where they were was was a closed environment, and despite the exhaust fan, the temperature of the whole room was already in the sixties.

If it weren't for Zhao Chunliang wrapping Sun Dahai with powerful spiritual power and isolating most of the heat, in such a room, Sun Dahai would have suffered from heat stroke after only one hour of staying.

However, despite the oily face on his face, Sun Dahai's face was full of smiles.

For Sun Dahai, if he can really build a super-grade innate divine weapon in this life, it will definitely be the glory of the supreme, even if it is not to create a super-grade innate divine weapon, just repairing such a level of weapon, it also makes Sun Dahai feel that the ancestral tomb is smoking.

Emperor Sword, that's a legendary artifact, I can actually participate in the repair myself, this is really, much more comfortable than when I came to the cave room.

Sun Dahai held a huge hammer in his hand, constantly beating on the emperor's sword, and the high temperature of the distance made the emperor's sword all red.

The Emperor Sword was forged by Wednesday Tong, and it has been improved by the Wuji Sword Saint, and the lines contained in it are far beyond the scope that ordinary people can understand, but although Sun Dahai is an ordinary person, he has been studying how to build an innate divine weapon all his life, so he can feel what others can't feel on this Emperor Sword.

For innate, this is called the Tao.

If Sun Dahai was a person with the bloodline of the Eighteen Great Divine Clans of the Ancient World, perhaps on the road of forging, he might be able to embark on his own path and become a Zhentian.

But it's a pity that Sun Dahai is not a congenital master, although he has touched the edge of forging a piece, but in his life, he has no chance with Zhentian.

Congenital, that is destined, is a family with a different bloodline from ordinary people.

If what Chu Hou said was true, then innately, it could even be attributed to the alien lineage.

Of course, no one knows whether what Chu Hou said is true or not, and Chu Hou, who is incarnated as Duan Tianchun, is also recuperating at this time.

Perhaps, on the day when Chu Hou returns, the world will also usher in a new change, and that may not be said.

Jingle, the loud and powerful sound in the room didn't come out at all.

Minutes and seconds passed.

When the night came, the two women outside the room did not choose to sleep.

Xiao Ai sat cross-legged on the sofa, clutching her braids, not knowing what she was doing.

Song Ling was holding her mobile phone and seemed to be sending messages, but her eyes were looking at the door from time to time.

The whole living room was unusually quiet.

It was so quiet that even each other's breath could be heard very clearly.

No one speaks, and no one wants to speak.

From time to time, the sound of insects chirping outside the window was heard, but it was only a flash, and there was no life in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, a man appeared at the window.

The man was wearing a red robe for the Holy See, and he was holding a book in his hand, which looked like the Bible, but there was not a word on the book.

The moment this person appeared, Tang Wu didn't know where to come out and stood in front of Song Ling.

Xiao Ai stopped what she was doing, turned her head, and looked at the man standing on the window with a holy glint on his face.

"Cardinal Archbishop, Bugasul!"

Tang Wu looked at the other party with a solemn face.

Bugasul, a member of Freemasonry and a cardinal, is second only to the Pope in the Holy See.

The Holy See, before Hong Yuantian's Jishi appeared, had always been the largest sect in the world, but since the zombie incident, the Jishi Society has more than two billion followers in the world, almost on par with the Holy See.

Of course, as the boss of the Holy See, the Pope is much more powerful than Hong Yuantian.

The pope mentioned here is not the pope that changes every few decades, but the twelfth pope of the Holy See.

It is rumored that the second pope of the Holy See is the son of the Emperor of Heaven, who was sent from heaven to earth hundreds of years ago to inherit the throne of the Pope, and this pope has the blood of the so-called Emperor of Heaven, and has been in charge of the Holy See for nearly a hundred years.

In the traditional sense, the innate beings of the East and the sages of the West are separate from each other.

That is, there are so-called epochs in the East, and there are so-called generations in the West.

The just-concluded era of Ma Xingyun corresponds to the generation of the twelfth pope of the Western Holy See.

Although it has not been on the road for many years, in the entire Western world, the twelfth pope is still a figure who created a generation, enough to be comparable to Ma Xingyun.

Under the Pope, there are eight cardinal archbishops, and there is also a privy council.

The eight cardinal archbishops, in addition to the four civil positions, have four other military positions.

These four martial arts positions represent the four powerful Zhentian masters.

These four people are all devout believers, extremely loyal to the Pope and the Emperor, and even in order to be the Pope's minions for a long time, these four people will change their appearance every once in a while and serve as cardinal archbishops in a new capacity.

Among these four, one was not only a cardinal archbishop, but also a member of Freemasonry as a representative of the Holy See.

This person is Bugasol.

The Holy See is strong, the congregation is billions, the Freemasons are powerful, the main elite class, both sides have mutual needs, and they hit it off, and Bugasol is the intermediary between the two sides, the glue.

Bugasol rarely appears in front of the world, because he has a perverse personality and is not good at interacting with people, but he is loyal to the Pope, and is known as the first divine dog of the Pope.

This kind of way is strange to say, but it is terrifying when you think about it, because what he has learned is the way of loyalty.

Can loyalty also be the way? This is indeed very strange to say, but what Bugasol has comprehended is indeed the way of loyalty, his loyalty to the Pope has surpassed what ordinary people can understand, everything is done to the extreme, that is, the Tao, every Zhentian must follow his own way, loyalty to the extreme, naturally it is also the way.

If anyone in the Holy See can betray the Pope, the only one that is impossible is Bugasul.

Bugasul's strength comes from his loyalty, he has unlimited loyalty to the pope, this loyalty can often make him burst out of 12%, 15, or even 200% strength, which is very terrifying, and infinite loyalty is often easy to make a person fanatical, Bugasul's special skill is fanatic.

To defeat Bugasol is to destroy the man whom he admires and loyal, and if you don't, you will have to pay a huge price.

And to kill the Pope, it is almost impossible.

"You shouldn't be here." Tang Wu stared at Bugasol and said, Tang Wu is also very strong, but compared with Bugasul, it is a little worse, Tang Wu himself knows that in Tang Wu's eyes, Bugasol is already radiant now, and in this light, there is a faint trace of scorching red.

That is the purest loyalty, that is the loyalty that can die for you without even a word of complaint.

"I'm going to find someone, right here." Bugasol took the book and said, "The great pope told me that only by expelling all the sins of the world can we be forgiven, and that everyone comes to this world with sins, because because of their existence, the world is constantly going to perish." ”

"If the two of us fight hard, you won't be able to get out of here alive." Tang Wu said.

"The great Pope told me that if there is dark karma on the way to the light, the only thing we have to do is to dispel everything with our own bodies." Bugasol looked at Tang Wu expressionlessly, suddenly raised his hand, and clicked on the page of the Bible-like book in his hand.

A golden light that could only be seen by an innate master suddenly spread out in all directions.

"Miss be careful!" Tang Wu snorted, and spiritual power gushed out from his body.

"Protect Little Love." Song Ling shouted.

Rumble!!

There was a loud bang.

Tang Wu's face turned pale and he took a few steps back, while Song Ling was unharmed.

Song Ling hurriedly looked at Xiao Ai on the sofa, but found that Xiao Ai was sitting there with nothing to do.

"How is that possible?" Tang Wu looked at Xiao Ai in disbelief, the golden light just now represented Bugasul's spiritual power, Bugasul's spiritual power came towards the three of them, Tang Wu protected Song Ling, but he didn't have the strength to protect Xiao Ai, it stands to reason that Xiao Ai should have lost her fragrance at this time, but why, she didn't have anything at all?

Except for a slight tear in her clothes, there was nothing wrong with the skin on her body.

"It's boring." Xiao Ai clapped her hands, looked at Bugasol on the window, and said, "On the big night, can people sleep peacefully?" ”

In the night, Xiao Ai's face was filled with strange runes, emitting a strange purple light.

"This is?!" Bugasul, who was extremely loyal to the Pope and never wavered from his heart because of foreign objects, lost his mind for a moment when he saw this rune.

He didn't know what these purple lights were, but he could feel that these purple lights were like spiritual imprints, and it was these spiritual imprints that emitted powerful spiritual power fluctuations.

This kind of fluctuation is so powerful that even Bugasul would never be able to leave such a powerful imprint of spiritual power on something.

"You're not human?!" Song Ling looked at Xiao Ai in surprise and said.

"You're not human!" Xiao Ai glanced at Song Ling and said, "This is not a battlefield that belongs to you, you should go farther, so as not to get hurt, little sister." ”

"You're small!"

"Big breasts and no brains."

"Bichi!"

"Thirty-eight!"