"Do you know what a Praise of Light is?"

Hearing this question, Ning Fan shook his head honestly, and then heard William's sad voice, "It's just a ceremony to bless the baptism on the new birthday." ”

"A ritual!"

Ning Fan let out a surprised voice, he thought it was some kind of magic.

"Yes. The blessing ceremony of the temple pretending to be a god and a ghost is not even a first-order magic. But just like that, it burst out with a power comparable to a forbidden spell. ”

Ning Fan said in surprise, "But the power of so many people is transmitted to one person, isn't it afraid of causing conflict?"

Even if you practice the same exercises, the strength you get will vary depending on each person's physique.

The strength of 10,000 people, even if the Pope's body can support the column,

However, everyone's cultivation aura is different.

There are different forces mixed in the body, and according to the Huaxia cultivation world, it will definitely lead to the risk of going mad.

"This is the magic of the power of prayer," said William, "that everyone has the same power, and that it can be perfectly integrated without causing rejection in the slightest. ”

"Doesn't this mean that as long as the body supports it, the strength can be infinitely strengthened. ”

After speaking, Ning Fan's eyes were full of horror.

"That's true. ”

Speaking of which, William reminded, "If you have a conflict with the people of the Temple, don't be fooled by their individual power. ”

"Thank you Duke for the reminder. ”

In Ning Fan's heart, the Temple of Brightness is the real ant-biting elephant.

The temple doesn't need a top-notch master at all, because everyone can be a carrier of top-notch power.

Ning Fan asked again, "What about the current temple?"

At this time, William's gloomy face showed a hint of dissipation.

"Thanks to this wonderful time, when the lust for profit and materialism ran rampant, no one could endure the hard life of the temple. ”

According to William, in the Middle Ages, when the "wisdom of the people" was not opened, the power of the Templars could be said to be borrowed by everyone.

At that time, the people were simple-minded, unlike today's impetuous.

"Then for the establishment of the blood clan, doesn't the temple care?"

Such a big thing, even Ning Fan, an outsider, can know,

He didn't believe that the temple, which had taken root in the West for thousands of years, would not receive any rumors.

"What is the temple doing to stop us. ”

"In that war, although we had heavy losses. But the temple was not doing well, countless divine servants were drained of their strength on the spot and died, and less than a tenth of them survived. The contemporary white-robed pope can't withstand the backlash of the power of the forbidden spell, and he will go to see God in less than a year. ”

Speaking of this, William's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said proudly, "On the other hand, the foundation of our blood clan is still there, and none of the thirteen princes have been damaged. After thousands of years of recuperation, the blood clan is several times stronger than in the Middle Ages. ”

Hearing these words, a hint of different color flashed in Ning Fan's eyes, and then he hid this strange color in the deepest part of his pupils.

Although Ning Fan has no ill feelings towards the blood clan, the blood clan is an outlier after all.

In the eyes of the Bloods, the Temple is a bloody executioner, but in the eyes of the humans, they are protectors.

"It's about the survival of the race. There is no right or wrong black and white. ”

A touch of vigilance rose in Ning Fan's heart, he always remembered his identity as a human being.

"What a headache!"

Ning Fan didn't expect that this time he came to the United States to save Huo Qiuran, and he would be involved in these things.

"Take a step, look at a step. ”

Ning Fan sighed, and then chatted without a word.

Before Bruce, the Bloodtooth Patriarch, came, Ning Fan temporarily lived in the Imperial Pavilion.

Although the huge suite, there is a hint of popularity.

But when he thought that he was under the same roof with the three vampires, Ning Fan felt a little awkward in his heart.

"It would be nice if it were all chicks like Alice, but two old men in their thousands......"

Ning Fan shook his head coldly.

There is a saying in Huaxia that the mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, and the more she looks at it, the more pleasing it is to the eye.

Although there is no mother-in-law here, there is an "old father-in-law".

Andrew seems to really want to match Ning Fan with Alice,

Every time the topic is discussed, it is brought to the two people.

Of course, this time it's not like before, with the kind of sales that seem like a daughter can't get married.

Ning Fan said no, but his body was very honest and joined the chat circle of Andrew's father and daughter.

It's better to face a young girl than to a poker face.

With William's entry, Ning Fan was not embarrassed during the conversation.

"Little girl, though I admit to having a little thought about you. But don't stare at me like that. ”

Noticing Alice's occasional unpleasant gaze, Ning Fan was really depressed.

"I've made it so clear, why did he come here?"

At this moment, Alice was a little angry in her heart, thinking that Ning Fan was entangled with herself.

But because of his good self-cultivation, in addition to staring wide-eyed as a warning, he didn't have a seizure on the spot.

"It's not early. Old thing, let's go. Andrew yawned, "We old fellows don't have as much energy as you young people." You talk first. ”

"Damn old fox, don't think that your Morgan family has beautiful descendants!"

William was secretly dissatisfied, but then his mood was much better.

"After all, the old fox's twisted melon is not sweet. You'd better find a way to do your daughter's job. Ha ha. ”

The two old ghosts present are all human spirits, how can they not detect Alice's resistance,

It's just that Andrew pressed and forcibly pulled Lang to match.

According to William's instructions, all the beautiful people of the Philip family, who were above the viscount, were already on their way.

Ring fat swallow thin, all kinds of style, everything that conforms to human aesthetic concepts are all in it, and it is guaranteed that there is Ning Fan's favorite one.

William's only concern is that age is a flaw.

The youngest of these blood clans was one hundred and sixty years old, and among them there was a female marquis who was close to a thousand years old.

Regardless of how high or low the cultivation level of the blood clan women is, they will freeze their appearance at the most beautiful moment, which is just the opposite of the blood clan men.

William can guarantee that their looks are all beautiful and fragrant, but I don't know if Ning Fan can accept age.

"Probably not. After all, the blood clan is immortal, and the age of a thousand years does not seem to be nothing, and it is also a child in front of me. ”

Thinking of this, William nodded, feeling that everything just now was not a problem.

"What are you doing here, old thing?"

Listening to Andrew's urging, William's eyes showed a trace of unhappiness, "Mr. Ning, then we will rest first." ”

"Walk slowly. ”

Looking at Andrew's departure, Ning Fan felt embarrassed in his heart.

The old man's idea is good, but the excuses he can make are really terrible.

"For what reason, it's not good. I just said that I don't have enough energy. ”

Bloodlines are the most typical night owls, and the deeper the night, the more active they become.