After the coarse tea and light meal, the middle-aged pope began to introduce the situation related to them. The Church of Light advocates the supremacy of men, and women have a low status in the church. More than two hundred years ago, a female cultivation wizard appeared. In just twenty years, he became a magister. Even so, she failed to gain the respect of the upper echelons of the male-dominated church. According to convention, a genius like her, after reaching the Magister, should be recruited to the headquarters, Montella, under the personal guidance of the Pope, and entrusted with important tasks. But because she was a woman, not only did she not enjoy such rights, but she was also treated as a freak and transferred to a remote and remote area. Such an unfair encounter strongly stimulated her nerves. Since then, she has stood up and vigorously advocated for equality between men and women and against gender discrimination. Her influence grew, and so did the friction with the headquarters. Eventually, she and her followers had serious differences with the original church and founded a separate "Protestantism" to promote the new doctrine and recruit a wide range of believers. This greatly touched the interests of the Church of Light, so it denounced Protestantism as infidels and launched a so-called "holy war" to carry out a large-scale encirclement and suppression of Protestantism. At the beginning of the Protestant Church, there was a saint and a pope, and they were completely equal in status, and the major affairs of the church were decided by the two of them. The Holy Maiden is a genius, and in all the battles with the Church of Light in the future, it will be under her leadership. Moreover, at that time, the only Protestant who could compete with the Pope of the Church of Light was the Holy Maiden. Thus, in Protestantism, which was in great difficulty, the Holy Maiden became the mainstay, the hope of all and the god of all reverence. The status of the saint became higher and higher, and soon the pope basically became an ornament, not without the qualifications to speak, but voluntarily gave up and completely obeyed the arrangement of the saint. The saint is really a talent, not only cultivated to a high level, but also scheming. Under her leadership, Protestantism gradually emerged from its predicament and turned from passive to proactive. At its peak, Protestantism encroached on four-fifths of the Radiant Church. They're basically just getting by. It was also at the height of her glory that the saint had the foresight to open up several secret bases in case of emergency. Then, a prophecy was also made on the issue of the second generation of saints. God is jealous of talents, and it seems that they are about to replace the Church of Light as orthodox. But Her Majesty the Holy Maiden died mysteriously at a young age. This has always been a great mystery to Protestantism. When Her Majesty was dying, she repeatedly told her that the hope for the revival of the Church rested on the second generation of the Holy Maiden. Since there were no masters to resist the Pope of the Church of Light, under their counterattack, the Protestant Church retreated. In the end, I had to hide and hibernate. For nearly 200 years, we have been looking for the Holy Maiden, and we do not want to be lucky enough to find the Holy Maiden and to see the revival of our religion in our lifetime.

The middle-aged pope was very emotional, and then led Justinian and his apprentices to the Holy Land to verify whether Ni Ping'er was a saint or not. All the elders had been waiting there respectfully. When they saw them coming, they bowed and saluted. The middle-aged pope pointed to a stone that shone with a ghostly light and said, drop a drop of blood on it, and you will see it immediately. "Tick" sound. Almost all of them stared nervously at the smooth stone. A miracle happened. The stone suddenly burst into a dazzling light, after which the light became softer and softer. The soft light lingered in the space for a long time, forming a light curtain. The light curtain kept shaking and changing, and something even more magical happened. One by one, the letters jumped up the light curtain. "I'm taking the exam, movie?" Drifting without a trace couldn't help but sigh. Thankfully, everyone was captivated by the letters, and no one noticed what he said. It's so dangerous! Drifting without a trace, he hurriedly covered his mouth, secretly crying out in his heart for luck.

"If the saint is gone, the church will decline, and when the saint is out, the church will prosper. The Holy Maiden Break, two hundred years. The magic forest is blocked, and the oriental warriors are extinct. Rumors appear, keep an eye on them. The second comeback, there will be a saint. The academy gathers, named Natasha. Remember, remember. "Letters went by row after row, and no one missed a word except for the absence of a trace. Where have they seen movies, television, etc., so they feel extremely strange, even if the words are worthless, they will look at them intently. After the letters, there is one incoherent picture after another. Drifting without a trace, Ni Ping'er and unicorns, princesses in the royal capital, bloody battles in the canyon...... Justinian, Drifting Away, and Ni Ping'er at the Academy.

This is so fucking weird! Could it be that this bullshit church saint really has such magical powers? Can she predict the prophet! And this little movie-like thing, how the hell did she get it? It doesn't look like high-tech? Wandering without a trace, there are so many thoughts.

Really! She is really the saint of my religion! God of Light favors us, and there is hope for the revival of my religion! All the people in the dark church are very excited. "Nata Saint!" all the pope, including the Pope, prostrated respectfully on the ground, cheering from the bottom of their hearts, as if they were kneeling down to the goddess.

Justinian and Drifter felt a little incredulous to see the group of people erupt with almost frenzied enthusiasm. It's a strange organization that the church can have so many people fanatical. It is foreseeable that if this group of people reappears in the rivers and lakes, it will definitely cause a great shock in the Western Earth Continent. Because of Ni Ping'er's relationship, how should we deal with it when the time comes?

Ni Ping'er didn't have time to respond to everyone, let alone have a lot of thoughts. After the many images flashed, the strange stone turned into a bright light and enveloped her whole being. Her whole body was shining with divine light, like a heavenly immortal descending from earth, beautiful, dignified, and majestic. No one noticed that something was wrong. Only Ni Ping'er was terrified in her heart, and a thin energy scurried in her body, making her miserable. The most terrifying thing is that his expression seems to be out of his control, no matter how painful he is, his face does not change at all. To outsiders, she is still so peaceful, tranquil, sacred and inviolable.

A muffled grunt made Justinian and Driftless feel a little wrong. Before the middle-aged Pope's words could be spoken, he anxiously stretched out his hand to pull Ni Ping'er without a trace. With a loud "boom", it was shocked out by the light curtain without a trace, and smashed countless mountains and rocks. Stood up unscathed. What a powerful energy fluctuation! Just want luck to force a breakthrough. The voice of the middle-aged pope reached people's ears. "Rest easy. This is a great opportunity for your friend. Flying to the Pope's side without a trace, he asked, "What chance?" "This is the Holy Goddess Stone transformed by the Holy Maiden of the Founding Church with supreme magical powers." It contains part of the divine power of the saint and all the cultivation exercises. This is the inheritance and teaching of the first generation of saints to the younger generations, and it must not be interrupted!"

The domineering energy shattered Ni Ping'er's inner meridians all over her body. The pain can be imagined. Then a soft glow traveled all over the body, quickly repairing. This is definitely in line with the principle of breaking first and then standing. Break it again, repair it again. And so on many times. Fortunately, Ni Ping'er's mental strength is strong enough, or she would have fainted long ago. It was finally completed, and Ni Ping'er breathed a sigh of relief. Before I had time to rejoice, suddenly my head "boomed", and countless images and words poured in. I didn't have time to discern the specific content, and in a short time, I was groggy and my head was swollen. "Pong", the cherry tomato burst, turned into countless dust, and disappeared into the air, leaving no trace.

With a "bang", Ni Ping'er fell to the ground solidly. Piao Wuxian quickly picked it up nervously, and roared irrationally: "What's the matter? Didn't you say that this is a great opportunity?" Looking at that posture, if you don't answer well, you will inevitably fight for your life and never die. "Don't be impulsive! she's really fine. It's just that it takes a while to digest and absorb the complicated cultivation exercises. The middle-aged pope replied nervously, he was really afraid that this young man who had a deep relationship with the saint would get mad, and it would be inappropriate to fight back when the time came, so he was just waiting to be beaten? See if you breathe?" Justinian knew that the people of the Dark Church had no ill will, so he came out to play a round. Floating without a trace held it with one hand, freed one hand, and stretched it out to Ni Ping'er's nose with a little trembling. The breath is steady. Finally relieved. Actually, it's not that he doesn't have basic common sense, people in their time, who don't know breathing, heartbeat, pulse and so on. It's just that he cares too much about Ni Ping'er, and if he cares, it's messy!

Drifting without a trace, he gently carried Ni Ping'er out of the dark cave, came to a relatively large wooden house, gently put her on the soft futon, straightened her body, and let her lie on her back in the most comfortable position. Then silently sat on the edge of the bed and guarded. When everyone came in, they looked at it and retreated consciously.

The news of the birth of the saint spread quickly, and the canyon almost boiled. Everyone, including ordinary cultivators who had not cultivated, seemed to be overjoyed. More festive than the festival, singing and dancing, killing chickens and sheep, it is estimated that tonight will be a sleepless night - a night of carnival. But the area around Ni Ping'er's wooden house was absolutely quiet. The middle-aged Pope and Justinian were still not at ease, and just in case, they each put a soundproof shield. Now, even if there is a falling out outside, Piao Wu and Ni Ping'er must be in an absolutely quiet environment.