"Senior brother!"

Several Sword Pavilion disciples were dumbfounded, and retreated in shock, a master of the Nine Rank Realm, who had the hope of entering the Blind Pivot Realm at the age of his establishment, didn't even take a move, and his body was separated.

With a smile on his lips, the God of War Pope stuffed the glass jar full of dirt in his hand into the pocket of his waist and walked forward step by step.

"Disperse! Converge on the shore!"

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion retreated in panic, and they didn't have time to collect the body for their senior brother, so they turned around and ran.

"Six ......," the God of War Pope muttered, and the figure disappeared in place.

The fog was still thick, and the boundless gray seemed to rise from the land.

The chaotic footsteps drove the smoke and dust, and a Sword Pavilion disciple was panting and hurrying, he had never seen such a tragic scene, he even forgot to run the qi machine in his body, and ran with all his strength.

The boots stepped on the gravel, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and saw that there were still a hundred steps left, and he could board the wooden boat.

At this moment, another terrible scream came from behind him, and he was stunned for a moment, gritting his teeth.

The fifth sound, which means that of all the brothers and sisters who went ashore, he was the only one who survived.

"Damn! How many guards are there here!Immortal Land, damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

He ran unwillingly to the shore, and was about to jump into the wooden boat, when a golden light flashed behind him, and a giant hand of light and shadow grabbed his waist and pulled him back.

Click!

The crisp cracking of the ribs was clearly audible, and the God of War Pope stepped on his chest and smiled again.

At noon the next day, the God of War Pope took the mud-like Sword Pavilion disciples out of the fog, tied them to their horses with ropes, and rushed towards the defensive city wall.

The sword pavilion disciple who was bumpy on horseback and had an unknown number of bones broken all over his body was awakened by the pain and opened his eyes in a daze.

He coughed violently, but the speed of the war horse did not weaken in the slightest, and the strength of the golden-armored guard in front of him frightened him, and at the same time, the luxuriant vegetation around him also made him refreshed.

"I ...... Did I enter the fairy island?" he thought silently.

But then he changed his mind, because he was shocked to find that the qi in his body had been drained cleanly, and the outside world seemed to be a dead place, although full of life, there was no aura and charm.

"Is this really the land of immortals......

The murmur of the god of war was collected by the God of War Pope, and he couldn't understand it, but it didn't matter, drawing his sword was hostility.

After another half a day, the God of War Pope passed through a vajra forest and came to the defensive wall, and the guards who were patrolling at any time reported the news, and the delegation that had been waiting nearby came out to greet them.

When he saw that the God of War Pope was still carrying a person behind him, the delegation looked at each other, and then his eyes widened, happy and a little incredulous at the same time.

......

In the conference room, everyone gathered, constantly asking about the situation in the fog of the God of War Pope.

"And just like that, I brought back the last one alive. ”

"The strength is not as high as imagined, but maybe it's just a little bit. The Night Pope said, bowing his head.

"What's unusual about the environment in the mist?" the Pope of Light asked.

"It's weird. The God of War Pope tapped his finger on the table, "It seems that an indescribable force is invading my body, ordinary people can't bear it at all, and if there are no corresponding measures to protect it, I'm afraid it won't be possible to enter the large-scale garrison." ”

"Unspeakable power?"

"Yes, it's not evil, it's not some kind of evil god, it's like ...... Jumping into the water, all around, pervasive, if you don't deliberately perceive it, it's hard to spot. ”

"Soil and air specimens have already been studied, and now we have to wait. Kvass continued.

"Isn't there another one alive?"

"Someone is being treated, and with a little bit of effort, they can't be saved. The Night Pope glanced at the God of War Pope, and seemed to be disgusted by the fact that he had been targeting him, consciously or unconsciously.

"I'm going to ask, hoping to get valuable information. The Pope of Light nodded, got up and left the room.

......

In the ward, the Sword Pavilion disciple opened his eyes and looked at the bright room with deep doubts in his eyes.

Everything here has an indescribable feeling, very novel, but also awkward.

Everything here seems to be mostly made of iron, and the people here, who are dressed in strange clothes and say strange things...... Where the hell is this?

He vaguely remembered the last time he opened his eyes, a man in a white robe, a woman who was indescribably beautiful, and the two of them held out their hands towards him, saying words he did not understand, and then a green and white light appeared in their hands.

After the light flashed, he could feel his bones being rejoined, and even watched the wound on his arm heal little by little, and he was speechless in shock.

"Is it really an immortal? who else but an immortal can use such a method......" he thought to himself.

Then came a deep sleep, and until now, he felt so tired that he couldn't exert all his strength, and his breathing became heavier and heavier, like a fish on the shore.

The feeling of prostration, the feeling of prostration for no reason, was gradually devouring him.

"Pope, I'm awake, but I look weak, and we're about to go in and check it. ”

"I see, you go down first. ”

A faint voice sounded, and the Bright Sect pushed the door in with a smile on his face, attracting the attention of the Sword Pavilion disciples.

“！！！”

What did he see, a wolf in clothes and walking upright!

The kind smile of the Light Pope was no different from that of a beast that chose to devour people.

"You're awake......"

"Demon ...... Youkai!"

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion kept struggling to retreat, but the belt tied him strongly, what is the difference between the wolf in front of him and the legendary monster that eats people.

The Light Pope shook his head helplessly, the language barrier is indeed a big problem, and it seems that there is definitely no werewolf race in the other world.

The fluffy hand rested on the other party's shoulder, and the invisible light holy power soothed the hearts of the Sword Pavilion disciples.

He gradually calmed down, fear was an instinctive reaction, but the sudden peace of mind also made him irresistible.

He looked at the huge wolf head in a daze, swallowed his saliva, felt the kindness from the other party, his brain twitched, and suddenly thought: Could it be a servant raised by an immortal?

The Bright Sect withdrew his palm, did not try to communicate, and tried to maintain his goodwill, untied the belt tied to the other party's body, gently pulled his arm, and walked out with the Sword Pavilion disciple.

On top of a tall tower, the God of War Pope and Duke Roy gathered together, and the God of War Pope, who never drank alcohol, also held a wine glass abnormally.

"It's not comfortable inside, is it?"

"It's like stepping into a sticky paste. Pope Mars put down his glass and looked down, "What is this?

Duke Roy smiled: "Before the Pope of Light left the Southern Continent and joined the Church of Light, he served in the First Legion of Orcs, without the blessing of divine magic, relying on ** alone, you may not be able to defeat him, people from this other world, there is no hope of walking back alive......"

Under the tower, the Sword Pavilion disciple walked tremblingly, leaning most of his body on the arm of the Bright Sect, there was no way, he was so weak now.

The Pope of Light didn't say a word, just took him around, and his mouth opened wider and wider.

Everything that caught his eyes was so different from what he knew, beautiful elves, stocky dwarves, orcs of all races, this absurd sight made him dare not believe his eyes.

What's more, the architecture here is very different, but counting the heavily armed warriors around it...... Is this the land of immortals? This is clearly a camp of incredible size!

He began to doubt the legends on the rivers and lakes, began to doubt the fact that there were immortals here, and his heart began to turn over the rivers and seas.

Roar!!

A roar shook the mountains, and in the sky, Evernie slid overhead on the back of the flaming dragon.

The people on the ground raised their heads to signal, but the Sword Pavilion disciples had completely lost their ability to think and collapsed in place.

In fact, he had never noticed that on the arm of the Bright Sect, there had always been a faint light pouring into his body.