"What about your vows! I remember you said that you would give everything you had to the God of Light, and fight for the glory of light all your life, even if it was your life.

That's what you did, and you gave your faith to the devil in the abyss of hell!"

"The oath?haha~~ Don't joke about the teacher, can the oath be eaten as a meal?Or can the oath make me Moore a grandmaster? That thing has a fart!"

Mur and Celt laughed out loud when they heard Monroe and Lingde's words, and the endless blood clouds under their feet were even more churning.

"The acquired blood undead! Do you know that this is the most intolerable thing for the Holy See? There are no bones left in the thirteen thousand-person villages in Anle Town, and the number of twenty-eight people in the Bright Divine Kingdom has risen to the Bright Divine Sect Temple, and your sinful karma is not inferior to that of your second master, a thousand-year-old ghost!"

"Mortals should have the consciousness of mortals, life and death, poverty, sickness, and happiness, who knows what will find their body, this is their life!

When will the history books record the lives and deaths of these civilians? When I become sanctified, I will only remember my brilliance, this is fate, and God is destined to do so! This is also the consciousness that their poor people should have!"

"That's what you're thinking, where have I forgotten about your education for fifty years?" said Monroe and Hearing angrily at Moore and Celter.

"Of course, I haven't forgotten, you said that the rolling waves of red dust are all nothingness, and since they are all nothingness, the lives of these poor people are of course dispensable, so why don't you make some contribution to my path to holiness. Haha~~"

"Moore, you are enchanted! Sanctification is also an evil saint, fifty years of penance, just let you fall like this, how can you call your surname Selt, the old beggar is shameless to see the elders of your family. ”

"Teacher! The evil saint is also a saint, you have been fighting all your life and have never seen that road, but your smartest apprentice has seen it, even my senior brother he Wennaan and Valry can't do it! This point is still my Moore and Celt who have gone to the front, haha~~"

"Alas!"

"Teacher, I'm saying that I'm a family concubine, and that's just my surname, but one day I can enjoy the care of this surname? If I were a concubine of this family, would I still follow you to practice the Bright Fa for fifty years?"

Monroe and Lingde listened to Moore and Selter's words, their eyes were full of gloom, and their bitter smiles set off the endless bleak back, he sighed again, looked down at the ruins below, and said to Moore and Selt: "Moore, go with the teacher, help you go to the holy mountain to petition, wash away this evil technique through the Great Light Method, and return to the embrace of the God of Light!"

Monroe and Lingde looked at the former beloved disciple in front of them and were simply remorseful, fifty years can actually make a person fall like this, where is there still the belief in the god of light in Moore's heart now, not even the belief in death, there is only the belief in money, strength, glory, and power, and slowly everything in the red dust is nothing, what is he doing this.

Mur and Celt listened to the words of Monroe and Lingde, and took two steps back in the void and said: "Teacher, do you know how the Holy Court treats a fallen acquired blood undead like me, if I don't go, if I go, I will die!

"I know you're still doing this? You're dancing with the devil! Listen to your teacher, it's not too late to turn back!"

"Don't talk nonsense, you are a lie, I have never heard of a heresy who entered the Inquisition and can come out alive, I will go back with you to live, but I see that way, as long as you let me go today and don't see it, you Monroe and Lingde will teach a holy teacher!"

After Moore and Celt finished speaking, they stubbornly guarded the thick blood cloud and directly wrapped their bodies, and the endless blood cloud rose, directly suppressing the bright light.

"You wicked saint, I don't want to be an old beggar, I just want you to return to the holy mountain and repent of your sins to the God of Light, and the faith of God will not be tainted!"

Monroe looked at the churning blood cloud, the light between his eyes burned, and the endless light behind him suddenly brightened, and he instantly pressed back towards this blood cloud.

"It's worthy of being my mentor! I'm still close to such a pure light method!"

"Are you sure you're going to run?"

Monroe and Lingde looked at the shrinking blood cloud, and knew that their former beloved disciple was going to run, how dare they give him a chance to escape, and if they escaped like this, they couldn't say how many lives would be ruined in the future.

"Teacher, if I leave, you can't keep me, why bother to force each other!"

Moore and Celt rolled up a blood cloud, and the blood shadow in the sky turned directly into the sky, leaving only this word for Monroe and Lingde.

"Evil Barrier!"

Monroe and Lingde looked at the blood cloud in the high sky, and directly scolded, and in an instant, the brilliance of their bodies surged, and their left feet were lightly raised, and they stepped out and chased straight up.

"Old friend, didn't you say you're gone, why did you come back?"

The night jumped out of the corner of the necromancer guild with trepidation, looking at the red and white clouds crashing against each other in the high sky, and sighed.

"What a thief shouts to catch a thief!"

He felt as if he had witnessed a scandal in the Holy See of Light, the boss of a temple had actually fallen, not an ordinary degenerate, and had become an acquired blood necromancer!

This is a pure heresy, that is, his technique of manipulating the soul in the night, and if it is placed in front of this Moore and Selt, it will become extremely pure!

That's a perverted profession that is risking human lives to strengthen one's own body!

It's ironic!

It is estimated that there is no such irony in this continent, it seems that the abyss of hell is definitely a good place, even such a big man can seduce and change his faith, his undead talent in the night is absolutely right, otherwise it is impossible to say that he is curious about that place one day, and he suddenly changed himself, and it is estimated that he will not be a rat in the sewer in the future.

Walking in front of the ruins of the Guangming Temple in the dark night, I sighed when I saw that the once golden building had become such a pile of broken rubble.

The building is simply a landmark in the town of Anle, and now all that remains is the dark Necromancer Guild dome opposite, standing alone in the wind and snow.

The fallen angel on the dome looked so glaring and a little ...... Somewhat...... A little carried away!

In short, that's what the night feels like!

"This is also this kind of skybreaking, it is estimated that if the sky is better, this scandal is not my own witness!"

It is estimated that tomorrow morning, this matter will spread with the spread of the black-domed building, and the whole town will know about it, and there is nothing more uplifting than the white cardinal of a Illuminati temple to fall into darkness!

This is definitely a spiritual blow to countless light believers! The Necromancer Association and the Temple of Death are very willing to do such a "trivial matter".

"Looks like there's a leak to pick up!"

In the dark night, watching the two moving flowers of the far EasTone telecommunications hitting the sea of red and white clouds, it was a burst of lustful color, this Monroe and Lingde old beggar didn't care about money! The ghost crystals last time didn't care, and the bishop of this other temple was even more drooling when he thought about it, the bright temple was so rich, it was conceivable that the value of this Moore and Celt was not much different.

"Lucky stars! These old beggars are all lucky stars!"

In the dark night, he had forgotten all about what he had done, clipped his oil-paper umbrella, and followed with his feet.

And what he didn't know was that the same beautiful shadow followed his footsteps.

......

"Teacher, I beg you, I really don't want to go with you to that holy mountain to die, can you let me go?"

The white figure in the churning blood cloud was full of embarrassment, the white sacrificial robe inlaid with gold was even more tattered, and the whole body was steaming with blood, Moore and Celt roared, and two or three mouthfuls of blood surged wildly on their chests, and suddenly the sea of blood-colored clouds under their feet was weakened by three points, and the entire trembling body fell towards the ground below.

"Why? That's the holy mountain! Why do you avoid it like a snake and a scorpion, you do, and so do the ghosts!"

Mur and Selter, who fell on the snow on the ground, shook their heads and laughed helplessly when they heard his teacher's words, as if they had twitched the dark wounds of their bodies, and wow, a mouthful of blood gushed wildly.

This blood is not ordinary blood, this blood hits the ground, and the white snow that is touched directly emits a burst of light smoke, revealing the buried dry grass, and the dead grass has not been spared, and it is corroded into black slag by this blood in the blink of an eye, and the frozen earth in winter is corroded into a huge hole.

Moore and Celt wiped the corners of their mouths, looked at their former mentor who was staring at him, and said to him with endless pain in their eyes: "Teacher, that is your holy mountain, your ascetic's holy mountain, and the holy mountain of thousands of believers, but not our holy mountain!"

"Who's holy mountain, old beggar, I'll lead you! And your senior brothers Wennaan and Valry will help, they can't do anything to you, don't be afraid!"

Moore and Celt looked at the rickety figure who was about to die in front of them, and laughed for a while, the master is the master, and his unfilial disciple is playing heresy, and he can't surpass him as a teacher, maybe he was really wrong at the beginning, but the world has no regrets about the potion.

His eyes were full of fierceness, and he said to Monroe and Lingde: "Why are you so stubborn, the holy mountain is the mountain of the holy, how can I go back to this fallen heresy?"

Your disciple is not a pure heretic, but a depravity! This, according to the doctrine of the Inquisition, is to suffer the eternal torment of the soul, and I can't even die!"

When Monroe and Lingde heard these words, their bodies suddenly stiffened a little, and after a long silence, they said to him, "There are friends I know there!"

"Haha~~ Monroe, don't talk nonsense with me, I'm asking you at the end, can you let me live?"

Moore and Celt stood up, their blood-colored eyes were abnormal, and their endless momentum rose, and the snow falling nearby was even more shaken, and the whole land was instantly blood-red, and there were countless lines of blood wrapped around their bodies.

"Moore, how dare you?"

Monroe and Lingde were bright and bold, their clothes were swaying, and their eyes were even brighter, and they were screaming at Moore and Celt in front of them.

"You see if I dare! When you asked me to die, I was no longer my teacher, and since I am not a teacher, I dare not do anything!"