"No way, this can't be!"

The Ink Wind Holy Pope half-knelt in the void, looking at Du Yifu, who was high up above and like a god, his eyes were full of disbelief and disbelief.

"God, you can't be a god, but this is a power that only a god has!" The Ink Wind Holy Pope's lifelong faith collapsed at this moment.

The family in which he was born was the House of the Holy See.

His grandfather, grandmother, and father were all Christians, as were his mother's family. Even both have a high status in the Holy See of Oceania. The union of his father and mother, the union of the two major papal families of the Four Oceans.

The Holy Pope of the Ink Wind has been exposed to it since he was a child, and he believes in his god from the bottom of his heart.

And he has also shown an incomparable affinity for God since he was a child, and he may not be the one who has mastered the most mysteries among the gods of the Ocean Country. But as the head of the Holy See of the Oceanic State, he is the most refined and strongest person in control. A man who is infinitely close to God.

The Holy See of Oceania was originally a branch of the Holy Tribunal of the Vatican, but it is because of the Holy Pope of Mofeng that the Holy See of Oceania even has a posture that exceeds that of the Holy Tribunal of the Vatican. Because the head of the Vatican's Holy Tribunal, the Holy See, the Holy See, has not appeared for decades. Now when the outside world talks about the Holy See, many people respect the Holy See of Oceania.

The Holy Pope of Mofeng has infinite ambitions, and he has always wanted to truly introduce the Holy See to China and preach in China. China has a population of more than one billion people, as long as these more than one billion people are guided to become believers.

This infinite power of faith can almost make him a true god after returning to the ruins.

That's right, after the ruins.

As a devout believer, he has always believed that the true God is a state that can never be attained by a living person. He was also unwilling to transcend his God and allow himself to become a true God while he was alive.

But it is Du Yifu, his lifelong enemy.

He was hindered decades ago, until twenty years ago, he was desperately injured himself, consumed a lot of faith power, borrowed the power of God, and used the power of God to use the Great Prophecy Technique equivalent to the forbidden art on Du Yifu.

After using the Great Prophecy Technique, he was in a coma for three years, woke up three years later, and it took another three years to recover to his heyday.

A great prophecy technique that consumed the Ink Wind Holy Pope for a full six years.

Six years later, he was content to arrange a missionary plan for China, and it took another three years to think through everything and everything.

Just as he was about to carry out this plan, he, who was cautious by nature, asked for an oracle like his god.

I hope God will give him a revelation of the good fortune and misfortune of this missionary trip to China!

But when the oracle came down, he was stunned.

It's actually a big murderer!

What surprised him even more was that the oracle told him that Du Yifu was not dead! Not only did he not die, but he lived well.

For the sake of Du Yifu, he did not hesitate to use the forbidden great prophecy technique.

I was in a coma for three years, recuperated for three years, and spent another three years making a perfect plan, but I got such a result.

At that time, the Ink Wind Holy Pope spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Fortunately, the oracle did not show all bad news, the oracle said that although Du Yifu was not dead, his strength was still comparable to him.

In other words, none of them can help anyone.

Destined to be a lifelong enemy.

The Holy Pope of Mofeng had no choice but to give up the missionary plan of Huaguo, because Du Yifu's preservation zài put this plan on hold without limit.

It wasn't until a few years ago that he saw hope.

A few years ago, Du Chen was born in China, from Minghang to Xijing, and then to Kyoto, China, challenging the Nangong family and becoming the new master of Shoumen.

Although Du Chen won, the Ink Wind Saint Pope saw hope in this.

He immediately instructed his subordinates to take in the two last remnants of the Nangong family who fled from Kyoto, China to Oceania, Nangong Zhenya and Nangong Zhenlu. He knew that Du Chen was Du Yifu's weakness, as long as he took down Du Chen, then Du Yifu would not be afraid.

Sure enough, Du Yifu, who had been hidden for twenty years, reappeared because of Du Chen.

He also took Du Chen to the Ocean Country to face the Ink Wind Holy Pope. The Ink Wind Holy Pope thought that he had won, and Du Yifu, who was burdensome, would never be his opponent.

But he didn't expect that he would lose.

also lost so miserably, his lifelong enemy Du Yifu actually broke through with the help of Du Chen.

God gathers together, and words follow the law, this realm that only God can achieve. This realm that the Ink Wind Saint Pope thought was impossible for a living person to reach in his lifetime.

Because once you reach this state, you will no longer be human.

It's God!

Du Yifu actually reached it.

At this moment, Du Yifu is already as powerful as the god in his mind, what else does he have to fight for?

Burst!

The Mofeng Holy Pope spurted out another mouthful of blood, Du Yifu didn't hurt him, but his faith completely collapsed at this moment.

The collapse of faith is the collapse of the state of mind.

It was the collapse of the small universe in his body, so even though Du Yifu didn't hurt him, he hurt himself.

Just like before, Du Chen comprehended the true meaning of martial arts and didn't hurt him, but he still vomited a mouthful of blood, also because of the collapse of his state of mind, and the collapse of his own small universe. Hurt yourself.

"Du Yifu, I lost, give me a good time!"

The Ink Wind Holy Pope's eyes were dead, and he just knelt in the void, without the slightest gleam in his eyes, and he no longer had the slightest fighting spirit.

His life's faith, his life's belief, completely came to naught at this moment!

"Kill me."

The Inkwind Holy Pope roared and begged.

Du Yifu's eyes showed a hint of pity, and there was some incomprehensible meaning in his eyes.

Du Chen was a little surprised, as if his father didn't want to kill the Ink Wind Saint Pope. Du Chen was a little incomprehensible.

At this time, if he was standing in his father's position, he would definitely kill the Mofeng Holy Pope without hesitation, so as not to leave future troubles.

After all, when the clergy of the Holy See of the Oceanic Kingdom entered China, they did it to the common people.

Du Chen is a martial artist, or an extremely powerful martial artist, it stands to reason that he and the common people are people of two worlds, just like the Nangong family in the past regarded the civilians as low-level creatures and ants.

But Du Chen is different, he is not only a martial artist, his main profession is still a healer.

The doctor is benevolent, helping the world for the people!

A warrior, a supernatural person, a priest who preaches the righteous path, no matter what identity he is, killing civilians is an absolutely unforgivable sin in Du Chen's opinion, so the culprit of this qiē sin, even if the Mofeng Holy Pope dies ten thousand times, it is not a pity to die.

But then after thinking about it, Du Chen understood a little, after all, he and his father were in different realms.

Different realms naturally have different moods.

There is an old saying in China that the highest state of war is not invincible and invincible. A general's greatest achievement is not how many cities he has conquered or how much territory he has conquered.

But not to kill!

Killing is just a matter of raising your hand, and not killing is the highest realm.

"Du Yifu, let's do it, give me a good time!"

The Ink Wind Holy Pope begged again, not to ask, but to beg, and at this moment he was bent on begging for death.

But the look in Du Yifu's eyes at the moment is difficult to understand.

As the saying goes, the person who knows you best is not your best friend, nor your closest relative, but your enemy.

Du Yifu and the Ink Wind Holy Pope can be described as old enemies.

At that time, Du Yifu was still very young, in his twenties, he was not the head of the Du family, but he was the most brilliant young man of the Du family, and the light shone throughout Kyoto. In the whole country of China, no one of his peers is looked at by Du Yifu, because none of his peers are the enemies of Du Yifu and Yihe, and they are far from worthy of being called Du Yifu's opponents.

Du Yifu, a twenty-year-old martial artist who is still the third level of the void, and also masters the three supreme laws of thunder, light, and time. Even the older generation of Huaguo, who have been famous for many years, are very few who can defeat Du Yifu.

The whole country of China can't make up the number of five fingers!

At that time, Du Yifu's demeanor was far better than Du Chen at this time!

Therefore, Du Yifu never puts his eyes on China, his eyes on the whole world.

But even in the whole world, there is only one person who can enter Du Yifu's eyes, and that is Mo Feng!

Mo Feng is older than Du Yifu, but he is not a few years older.

At that time, Du Yifu was in his twenties, and Mo Feng was only thirty years old.

At that time, the Holy Pope of Mofeng was not the pope of the Oceanic Kingdom, but he was just a cardinal archbishop.

The strength of the Mofeng Holy Pope has always been one line higher than Du Yifu. It is not so much that Du Yifu can't raise his head, but he has always been stronger than Du Yifu by half a move.

Therefore, there was a saying in the martial arts world at that time, or in the world that ordinary people couldn't understand.

Du Jiaerlang Du Yifu in Huaguo, Mo Feng, the son of the Holy See God outside Huaguo.

In that year, the Holy Pope of Mofeng successfully challenged the old Pope of the Holy See of Oceania, becoming the youngest Pope in history, known as the Holy Pope.

In the same year, Du Yifu became the youngest head of the Du family in history.

If it weren't for the difference in positions, if it weren't for the Mofeng Holy Pope's determination to spread the glory of God all over the land of China.

Du Yifu and the Ink Wind Holy Pope will definitely become close friends and best friends.

Looking at the Ink Wind Saint Pope who was half-kneeling in the void begging for death, Du Yifu was full of emotion for a while. The two who could have become best friends became rivals because of their different positions.

It can be said that the two of them have grown up in struggle all their lives.

The Mofeng Holy Pope had a great prophecy technique, which severely damaged Du Yifu, and then used the Nangong family to eradicate the entire Du family. forced Du Yifu to hide for 20 years and did not dare to come out.

And Du Yifu was also hidden in the dark, and always maintained his deterrence against the Mofeng Holy Pope, making the Mofeng Holy Pope dare not enter Huaguo for twenty years.

The strength of the two has been equal for decades. But today, Du Yifu broke through, and the faith of the Mofeng Holy Pope collapsed.

"Mo Feng, you deserve my respect in this life!"

Du Yifu's eyes were calm, and he said softly, no matter what, the two did not have a deep hatred, the hostility was just because of their different positions, and even in the past few decades, the Mofeng Holy Pope has been pressing Du Yifu's line.

"At this moment, killing you with my own hands is the greatest respect for you."

Du Yifu slowly raised his hand, he wanted to personally end this fate that had been entangled for a lifetime at this moment.

"The people of the Holy Court, even if they are blasphemous, cannot be executed by outsiders! What's more, although Mo Feng does not respect the Holy Court, he is the most faithful believer of my God. ”

At this moment, a void voice came from the sky of Du Yifu's Bright Divine Kingdom.