The Pope was choked by the neck and fell into the hands of others, but his face was not panicked at all, and even a smug smile appeared.

Wan Dahai looked at it and scolded: "Do you want to pretend to be forced like this?"

The other friends hated it, but now others are too busy to educate this pretending guy, because they are surrounded by tens of thousands of people.

The sect personnel were not polite at all, and immediately started to move.

On the contrary, no one went to save the Pope, and there was no intention of going up.

It's weird.

The little friends muttered while responding to the enemy.

Tens of thousands of people against six people, the space is limited, there are too many people who have no chance to shoot, and they are only responsible for surrounding the enemy in the inner and outer three layers.

One of the deputy judges said in a loud voice: "That hateful heretic is dead, and he dares to arrest the Pope." ”

A white-clothed cardinal beside him nodded, and even made a sympathetic expression on his face: "Last time, it was the two Nanzi masters who caught the Pope, right? As a result, the two Nanzi masters were judged by the Holy Light before they could be in a hurry. ”

The deputy judge said in a loud voice: "Yes, all the enemies who dare to arrest the Pope have been judged, without exception!"

A knight chief next to him pulled the white cardinal and said, "Look, look." ”

The white cardinal was about to speak, when he was suddenly interrupted, a little unhappy, and said unhappily: "What is there to see, isn't this the judgment?"

Tong Tong and the others couldn't help but be a little worried when they heard the enemy say it, and when they looked back, they found that the white cardinal had his mouth wide open, his eyes were round, and his face was full of ghosts, and he asked blankly, "What's the matter?"

Xuanyuan took the Pope in one hand, used him as a stick, and slammed it left and right on the ground, and with each blow, the Pope's incomparably noble head slammed heavily on the hard granite floor, making a thumping sound, smashing out one pit after another.

With each blow, the crown on the pope's head emits a burst of silver light, protecting the pope strongly.

The Pope kept resisting, but he couldn't get out, only to feel dizzy in his head, and he didn't have time to cast a light spell.

Xuanyuan Que smashed a few times, and found that the other party was not injured at all, his eyes were half-narrowed, and after a little thought, he found the key, the crown, this damn crown.

The crown exudes a familiar aura that protects the Pope.

Yes, Xuanyuan was very familiar with this breath.

Round shield.

Little sword.

Sceptre.

Feather.

Crucifix.

Beetle.

Necklace!

Xuanyuan Que had already snatched the seven-piece set of Holy Light, and when he saw another one coming out, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and smashed the Pope to the ground again, stomped heavily on his face, and then grabbed the crown and shouted: "Collect!"

The crown snapped and was taken away by the system.

The Pope felt a chill on the top of his head, and the crown that never left him all day was actually gone, and he felt that the holy light that had been protecting him all the time could no longer be felt, his face changed drastically, and he roared in horror: "You devil, what have you done?"

Xuanyuan kicked him in the face fiercely, and said, "Aren't you very good?" Let you pretend to be forced, come on, pretend to be another one for the master! ”

The system said excitedly: "The Holy Light Eight-Piece Set is collected, and the Holy Light Eight-piece Set will be rewarded, is it equipped?"

Xuanyuan Que had long been coveting the artifact of the Bright Sect, and felt that it was too powerful and very easy to use, so he immediately agreed, and said, "Dress up immediately, quickly." ”

As soon as the words fell, a crown appeared on his head, sensing a pure and mysterious holy light, quickly combing his body, recovering all discomfort, and even raising his physical body to a higher level.

A small sword appeared in his left hand, emitting a fierce blazing holy light.

A scepter appeared in his right hand, which seemed to be able to communicate with heaven and earth.

There is a round shield on his left shoulder, which protects him as if he can fight everything.

There was an extra silver-white necklace around his neck, and the silver light flowed slowly.

A cross hangs on the chest, making it impossible to look at it directly.

A beetle crawls vividly on its neck.

A white feather floats gently on the forehead.

Holy Light Eight-Piece Set.

The eight artifacts appeared, and they were immediately combined in an incomprehensible way, forming a whole, and Xuanyuan's body involuntarily became larger, like a god, making it impossible for people to look directly at it, and their hearts bowed and worshipped.

The friends were stunned, this breath is too weird, there is the familiar breath of Xuanyuan Que, and there is even more of the breath of a god.

What's going on here?

The people of the Bright Sect suddenly all stopped, staring blankly at Xuanyuan Que, whose body was already towering into the sky, the powerful and familiar aura of holy light made them involuntarily fall to their knees on the ground, shouting: "Great Bright God King......

Even the Pope forgot about the pain on his face and forgot about being trampled underfoot.

This breath is the breath of the god-king.

Xuanyuan's voice floated down from the sky: "You are a false pope, I am the real pope, you have offended my majesty, unforgivable." ”

The clergy of the Sect of Light looked at the Pope who was trampled under his feet in horror, and then looked at the god-like Xuanyuan Que, not knowing who was true and who was false.

The Pope exclaimed: "You are a fake, you are a fake. His face was complicated, like a mourning exam, a handsome face was distorted like a twist, he struggled a few times, feeling that the foot on his face was getting heavier and heavier, but the omnipotent holy light could no longer be felt, and a feeling of the end was coming.

The Pope is also a heroic figure, how can he be willing to be controlled by others? He gritted his teeth fiercely, destroying the energy in his body, and if there was a divine thunder running in his body, it rumbled and rang non-stop, and his body was like a balloon, getting bigger and bigger, and before Xuanyuan could react, it exploded with a bang.

Flesh and blood flying.

The shock wave soared into the sky, the ground sank three meters, and the surrounding people were blown back a mile.

Xuanyuan was the first to bear the brunt, and his two legs were blown into a bloody blur, and the pain was abnormal.

The friends were watching the excitement, and they were also blown up, flying far away, and they were actually hurt a lot.

Damn it.

Trouble grabbed a piece of lean meat from her face, it was the Pope's lean meat, and actually blew her away, and injured a very beautiful face.

Xuanyuan Que saw that his friends were injured, he was distressed, sensing the changes in his body, the martial arts clone quickly analyzed, and soon came up with a few big moves.

Great Recovery.

He shouted softly, and pillars of holy light fell from the sky, covering his friends accurately, and his injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Subsequently, a large amount of information came from the martial arts clone, and the most useful one was a passage: Holy light, is the divine power of the God King of Light, one thought is poison, one thought is medicine, saving people and killing people, one thought.

Xuanyuan took a look at it, Daxi, aren't you pretending to be forced? Lao Tzu will also come to one and kill you with the holy light that you have studied all your life.