"The bishop's wrath!"

He unleashed his only current skill, and the holy sword slashed out a sword bolt that slammed into the puppet's body and exploded. The puppet was blasted out and fell to the ground and rolled over, and after rolling about fifty meters away, it slowly got up again.

The skill icon has gone black, and the skill that comes with this weapon has a cooldown of 24h after all.

"Damn!"

Ning Fei was sweating profusely, and his attention returned to the stone gate again.

"I've definitely seen this circle somewhere!"

Ning Fei thought quickly, and suddenly his glasses widened. "It's that book, the Holy History!"

He remembered that the night before in the Charles Library, he had read several other books in addition to The Fallen Moon God. In one of the "Sacred History", there is a description of this magic circle.

"The divine light shines on the earth, all things usher in light in darkness, the Creator sows the seed of hope, and God creates the world to have mercy on the world and forgive the world."

Ning Fei muttered the words that had been remembered in his head.

"Click!"

The magic circle on the stone door shone brightly, and the tightly closed door opened a crack in the door.

This sentence is the key to the circle.

"This magic circle is a lock, and the keys are hidden in a very secret place, who would have thought that a pattern I inadvertently saw in the "Holy History" would have such an important role!"

Ning Fei was amazed at the harshness of this task.

"But thankfully, my memory is different from others."

He secretly rejoiced. Friends who have watched "Sherlock" starring Juan Fu may know that the protagonist in the play has a special skill - the palace of thinking. That is to say, a lot of unnecessary information that he experiences on a daily basis that is filtered out by his brain is stored in a library-like place, and when he needs this part of the information, he can go back to the palace of his mind to find it and flip through it.

The Palace of Thinking, like a warehouse with many rooms, each of which stores memories. Everyone has a thinking palace, but most people's thinking palaces are not as good as a matchbox.

And Ning Fei has a very large thinking palace.

At this time, the puppet stood up again, its expression looked very angry, Ning Fei didn't look back, he felt the anger rushing behind him.

The puppet jumped high, and its foothold was Ning Fei's neck

Ning Fei felt the oppression behind him, he hurriedly opened the stone door and got in, and then closed the door tightly.

The puppet slammed into the stone door, let out a few unwilling strange roars, and then desperately fiddled with the stone door. Its wooden claws carved deep marks on the stone door.

On the other side, An Hehua walked on the stairs on the second floor and came to the platform unhurriedly.

Ning Fei leaned his back against the stone gate and gasped, at this time, the time for the spurting adrenaline had arrived, and a sense of powerlessness spread throughout his body. This feeling is like lying on a hospital bed with a fever of 40 degrees, and the whole body is weak.

"This feeling is similar to when I was dying!" Ning Fei complained, remembering the feeling of powerlessness waiting to die in the ward.

"Thankfully, I have memories with me!" The only thing he could do freely in that room was his brain, and he continued to explore the vague memories in his brain until they became clear.

Ning Fei looked up and saw a spiraling staircase. Viewed upwards from the bottom, the staircase winds its way up like a stretched spring.

He didn't wait for the time of weakness to end, he knew that the situation was critical now, so he dragged his heavy steps and stepped up the stairs.

An Hehua was on crutches and had already arrived on the platform on the second floor. He saw the puppet angrily scratching the door, and stepped forward and touched the puppet's head.

"Don't worry, he won't be able to escape." An Hehua said very gently.

The puppet seemed to understand his words, and even stopped struggling, but stared at the stone gate with its eyes, and its face was full of horror and made people shudder.

An Hehua came to the stone gate and said to himself curiously: "Isn't this just an ordinary 'stargazing platform', what are you doing here, did His Majesty the Pope explain something to this guy?" ”

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he also recited the incantation.

"The divine light shines on the earth, all things usher in light in darkness, the Creator sows the seed of hope, and God creates the world to have mercy on the world and forgive the world."

The circle on the stone door shone again, and the door opened again.

The puppet couldn't wait to knock open the stone door, and it raised its head and looked coldly at Ning Fei, who had climbed to about three-quarters of the position.

Ning Fei felt that something was wrong when he heard the sound of the door opening, he lowered his head, and sure enough, he saw that the puppet had rushed in.

Ning Fei secretly said "not good", at this time, the weakening time of the gushing adrenaline had passed, but it was still a little short of ten minutes to cool down.

He sped up the speed of climbing the building, and now, only by climbing to the top of the building may have a chance of survival.

However, in despair, the puppet did not take the stairs at all, and with one jump, it jumped from the space in the middle of the stairs to a sixth of the staircase, and then grabbed the handrail of the stairs.

Ning Fei also noticed the change in this scene, "Fake, this ghost thing doesn't play cards according to the routine!" ”

He could only speed up, but the puppet was much faster than him. Just as he was about twenty steps away from the landing at the end of the staircase, the puppet fell from the sky and fell in front of him, blocking his way up.

"Click!"

The puppets stepped on the stairs, and the sound echoed through the enclosed space of the tower.

Ning Fei stopped, and the terrifying creature that was less than half his waist tall was right in front of him. The fanged mouth was stained with blood from the crushing of the sacrificial neck in the square, and the eyes were painted but glowing with palpitations.

Ning Fei was covered in cold sweat all over his body, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty. At this time, the skill of the Whitecoat's Holy Sword was still cooling, and the outpouring of adrenaline was the same, and there was only one hole card left in his hole.

The puppet opened its terrifying mouth, as if trying to play with the prey in front of it that made it angry. The situation was critical, and Ning Fei hurriedly crushed the scroll in the storage space.

"Holy Cult Guardian Scroll!"

A white translucent spherical light mask suddenly appeared, completely enveloping Ning Fei in it, and the puppet was bounced out by the light mask.

Ning Fei wanted to move, but the mask would not move with the player's movements. The function of the Holy Sect Guardian Scroll was to protect a certain area from any damage, and Ning Fei could only continue to stay in the light mask.

The puppet stared angrily at Ning Fei in the light mask, and his eyes made Ning Fei's heart a little furious.

"The improved Holy Sect Guardian Circle, you have a lot of good things on you." An Hehua had already walked below Ning Fei.

At this moment, Ning Fei's stairs up and down were completely blocked by puppets and An Hehua.

"But this circle should have a time limit, you won't live long." An Hehua was not in a hurry at all.

Ning Fei's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was like an ant on a hot pot, An Hehua was right, this guardian light shield could only last for a minute, and as soon as the light mask disappeared, he would definitely die.

"Why don't we make a deal?" Ning Fei turned to look at An Hehua and said sincerely. There was no nervousness in his expression.

"Oh?" An Hehua lifted his glasses, "I'm very interested, I want to hear what qualifications you have to trade with me." ”

Ning Fei said, "I am the night watchman of the Moon God Sect in Fenglin Town, and speaking of which, I am also a member of the Moon God Sect. ”

An Hehua nodded, then showed an eerie smile. "Is that you? I remembered that you didn't pay the sacrifice in time, and it seems that you killed my subordinate, that unarmed fellow! ”

Ning Fei smashed his mouth in embarrassment, "Like, yes." ”

"We're much more interesting to deal with traitors than the Holy Cult's methods." An Hehua's expression was relaxed, he felt that the energy of the light mask was weakening, so he was not in a hurry.

"How about you let me go, and I tell you the secret that the Pope told me before he died?" Ning Fei realized that the situation was not good and said.

An Hehua smiled disdainfully, "This is the so-called transaction?" That old guy does have a lot of secrets. However, the Moon Goddess is about to descend, do you think those things will be of any use? ”

Ning Fei's eyes changed, and he realized that he had fallen into a situation where he was almost certain to die. Above is a terrifying puppet whose defense, speed, and attack are invincible, and below is Cardinal An Hehua, who is caught in the middle, helpless.

He suddenly closed his eyes, and now he had only one path to choose.

An Hehua looked at his strange behavior, and didn't expect this ordinary-looking little sacrifice to be so calm in this situation.

At this moment, the mask dissipated, like an incandescent lamp that gradually dimmed, and gradually fell silent.

An Hehua smiled and pulled out a long sword from his crutches, the puppet opened its mouth of blood, and Ning Fei was still closing his eyes.

Just when An Hehua thought he was going to die, a white light burst out from Ning Fei's body.

"Zz!"

The white light touched An Hehua, and his skin burned as if it had been corroded by sulfuric acid. "Ah~" He looked at his hands and screamed, and one stumbled and rolled down the stairs without standing firmly.

The puppet was pierced by white light, and the mechanism on its body suddenly froze, and it fell motionless on the side of the stairs, like a real puppet.

"Whew! Call! Ning Fei opened his eyes and gasped with relief.

He touched the white jade ring in his hand, secretly glad that he had taken it off at that time.

In fact, the moment he opened the Holy Sect Guardian Circle, he began to read the information of the ring, which was the only way for him to live.

The so-called deal with An Hehua is just a small move that he doesn't want An Hehua to find out.

The information for this ring is as follows:

[Name: Sacred Ring]

【Category:Ring】

[Level: Grade C]

[Skill: a. Holy Light Surge: Sing for 10 seconds, release Holy Light, deal a lot of damage to objects containing evil power, no direct damage to Holy Cultists or neutral units, cooldown time 30 minutes; b. Recovery: Removes all bad states, cooldown time 1 hour;]

[Note: A pope from a Holy Cult, but not of a high grade, and seems to only work on evil creatures.] 】

"It's another C-level item, and the skill isn't particularly useful, but it's good to help me get through the crisis." Ning Fei put the ring on his left index finger and secretly rejoiced.

He had just been silently calculating the time in his heart, and it was not until the last ten seconds that the light mask disappeared that he closed his eyes and began to chant his skills, waiting for An Hehua, who was waiting for the turtle in the urn, had already let down all his guard.

At this moment, An Hehua rolled down the stairs, his body seemed to burn, and there was a disgusting smell of burnt leather.

And that puppet seemed to have lost its life, right in front of Ning Fei's eyes.

Ning Fei took a deep breath, and the puppet was no longer moving, but Ning Fei still felt very mad. At such a close distance, he could feel that there was still a cold energy surrounding the puppet's body. He grabbed the puppet's calf and threw him down the stairs.

The puppet fell from the space in the middle of the staircase, and after about a few seconds, a "pop" was heard on the ground.

Ning Fei raised his head, wiped the cold sweat from his head, and continued to climb towards the roof.