In front of the door of the Pope's Palace, the towering arch circulated with a faint golden glow, revealing a ray of light reflecting the shadow of a person in front of the door.

His name is Yu Xiaogang

It is the horn of wisdom in the Golden Triangle!

"Stop!" Beneath the archway, two Templars in pure silver armor drew their glamorous swords and crossed them into a cross, stopping him.

Immediately afterward, more than a hundred Templars moved in unison, and the sound of their swords drawn was as cold and biting as the snow in the twilight of winter.

"This is a forbidden place, take a step closer, and kill it!" The voice seemed to come from Jiuyou, without a trace of human emotion, and his indifferent gaze was fixed on Yu Xiaogang, creating a murderous aura that was enough to make the Soul Emperor terrified, this was just the tip of the iceberg of the power of the Martial Spirit Palace!

In the face of the hundred Templars whose strength was much higher than his own, Yu Xiaogang had no sadness or joy on his face, his indifferent gaze swept over the mighty Templars in front of him, and slowly raised his hand.

A token that shimmered with a faint streamer reflected the golden brilliance of the arch.

It attracted the attention of the Templars like magic, and on the token was the pattern of six martial spirits!

Even if they were as powerful as them, they couldn't help but shudder, and quickly knelt down on one knee, and said in a respectful tone: "See the elders!" ”

Yu Xiaogang retracted his gaze and didn't pay any more attention to these Templars, and an indifferent voice spat out from his mouth: "Take me to the Pope." The knight at the head took a deep breath, a subtle hint of fear in the depths of his eyes.

What he was afraid of was not this token symbolizing the elders, but the two words spit out by the middle-aged man in front of him: Pope!

This Pope is known as the most powerful leader in the history of the Soul Palace, and to them, it is comparable to a god! Her strength is not only reflected in her leadership ability, but more importantly, the strength of this pope has reached an unfathomable level!

After the tea, in a place in the Pope's Palace, Yu Xiaogang quietly tasted the fine tea, waiting silently.

If the Shrek Seven Monsters are here, they will find that the master's indifference is very similar to Chen Qiye's indifference, as if there is nothing between heaven and earth that can really move them, but the essential difference is that Yu Xiaogang sees through the indifference of life and death, and Chen Qiye is invincible in the world.

At last, the golden arch sounded a 'crunch', followed by a soft voice as soft as the wind: "Wait outside, and no one will come in unless there is an emergency." ”

With a neatly falling sound of consent, a woman who was not tall came slowly.

She is dressed in a robe inlaid with black gold patterns, which looks flashy but not extravagant.

The tiara is made of purple gold, revealing her noble and intolerable status in the light of the light.

The scepter held in his hand was about two meters long, and the most dazzling thing was the brilliant gems on the scepter like stars, each of which was probably priceless. If Flender were here, he would probably be crazy.

But Yu Xiaogang's eyes didn't pay attention to these, and he only had that almost perfect face in his eyes.

This is a stunning woman, although she is more than fifty years old, but the years have not left a trace on this face, looking like she is more than twenty, nearly thirty appearance, compared with the green onion and young Ai, she has more than three points of charm.

Her appearance made Yu Xiaogang's indifferent eyes feel a lot of emotion, like apologies, like memories, but more of a surprise.

In the end, these emotions blended together, but in exchange for a soft sigh.

The woman's steps stopped, her gaze also changed in a complicated way, and the scepter seemed to gently knock down on the masonry on the ground because of this momentary distraction, making a 'thump' sound that interrupted the atmosphere.

"You're here." This voice is very soft and light, just like the shyness that a girl has when she is pregnant with spring, and it sounds like a spring breeze, which makes people's hearts beat.

Even if Yu Xiaogang was not confused, he heard a slight tremble, but a bitter taste rose from his heart, and his hands pressed on the table, as if he had to use the power of his hands to really stand up: "Yes, I'm here, you, are you okay?" ”

"What do you think I'm going to do bad?" The woman laughed softly, as if she was self-deprecating, and she seemed to sigh: "In this world, everyone who has seen me must be polite, respected, and even worshipped, as the ruler of the Wuhun Palace, is there anything that is bad?" ”

The voice fell, and there was a moment of silence between the two.

And her identity is also about to come out!

Bibi Dong!

A contemporary pope, a woman of peerless beauty!

After the silence, there was finally a sigh: "Bibi Dong, I know the bitterness in your heart. ”

Bibi Dong's expression did not change, and his gaze moved up slightly, as if he was reminiscing: "It wasn't you who shouted this name, I think I forgot it." That stupid Bibi Dong is long gone, and you should call me Pope, or Your Majesty. ”

Oh, yes! Forgot!

Yu Xiaogang heard the words and a touch of helplessness swept across his eyes, and in this helplessness, there was pain.

He turned around to prevent Bibi Dong from reading what was in his eyes, and his voice softly spat out of his mouth: "Yes, His Majesty the Pope." ”

In the simple five words, how much sadness is contained, no one understands, maybe even Yu Xiaogang doesn't understand.

He picked up the fragrant tea lightly and wanted to take a sip, but found that the tea was cold.

cooled, as well as the memories of him and Bibi Dong, this memory buried in time.

"Say, I haven't seen you for twenty years, you came to me today, what's the matter?" Bibi Dong's voice regained its calmness, and there was less than three points of affinity and seven points more indifference in the calm. When the words fell, Yu Xiaogang had already turned around, but he was the same as Bibi Dong, there was no superfluous emotion, and there was only the usual indifference.

"I did come to ask for something, better than ......"

Yu Xiaogang spit out, and his voice paused slightly: "His Majesty the Pope, can you tell me how you got through the difficulty of the Twin Martial Souls in the first place!" ”

Hearing this, Bibi Dong's voice suddenly became cold, and he even sneered: "Yu Xiaogang, you haven't come to see me for twenty years, but today you are here for that disciple of Haotian Sect?" The voice fell, and the tone of his voice became emotionless: "It's a pity, you're late, just a few days ago, I already sent people to the Heaven Dou Empire to attack and kill them on the road that the participating teams must pass, and the target is a disciple of Haotian Sect called Tang San!" ”

"What did you say!" Yu Xiaogang trembled suddenly when he heard this, and his anger spread to his eyes, glaring at Bibi Dong like a hungry tiger.

It's just that there is no change in that world-shattering face, and he shook his head slightly and is indifferent: "A genius who is close to the Heaven Dou Empire and the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect, do you think the Martial Spirit Hall will tolerate his growth?" What's more, he is still a member of Haotian Sect! ”

"He's my disciple!" Yu Xiaogang's eyes were about to split, he stepped suddenly, grabbed Bibi Dong's shoulders with both hands and said, "Do you know that I have no children in my life, he is like my son!" If there is any accident in Xiao San, then I, Yu Xiaogang, will only do one thing in my life! ”

"What's the matter?" Bibi Dong was stunned by his sudden hideousness.

"Destroy the Martial Spirit Hall at all costs!" The sound sounded like it came from hell, full of hideous madness.

PS: There will be a shift later, let me go to dinner first.