The small half of the city had been reduced to ruins by the lightning and the powerful forces, and the outcome of the battle this time was even more unexpected.

It was not anyone's expectation that Franklin would eventually die in such a tragic death after possessing the mental power of a huge number of believers and the power of light that the temple had accumulated for 10,000 years.

"What happened to him?" a familiar voice came from beside him.

He Yiming glanced at his partner in surprise, in his memory, Bai and Eight seemed to have little concern about the affairs of outsiders.

"Brother Bai, Franklin has manipulated forces that don't belong to him, and those powers have put too much burden on his body. He Yiming groaned and said slowly: "Under the cover and repair of the light power, his body can barely maintain, but once he is separated from the light power, then his body can no longer bear such a burden and completely collapses." ”

One hundred and eight nodded slowly, his head tilted sideways, not knowing what he was thinking.

He Yiming sighed and said: "As much power as you have, you can exert as much power as you want, if you want to squander the power of Shinto with a weak physique, you will be looking for death." ”

Franklin was a humane peak powerhouse during his lifetime, and although his physique was not comparable to that of the Holy Beast, it had absolutely nothing to do with the word weakness. But after hearing He Yiming's evaluation, the two holy beasts nodded in unison, very much in recognition of this.

Although the pinnacle of humanity is powerful, Shinto is even more extraordinary. To control the power of Shinto with the pinnacle of humanity is like asking a ten-year-old child to wield a meteor hammer of more than 100 catties. Before killing the enemy, it is estimated that he will be crushed to death by the weight of the meteor hammer.

Compared to the power of the Shinto realm, Franklin can indeed be called weak.

One hundred and eight suddenly turned his head and asked, "How is your body?"

He Yiming had also received the infusion of light power when he was fighting against Franklin, and since Franklin couldn't bear it, how could he be an exception.

Shaking his head slightly, He Yiming said calmly: "Don't worry, I haven't absorbed too much light power. He paused and said, "Actually, Franklin should also know this truth, but the power of light is really a temptation that is difficult to refuse for him in the pure body of light, so he can't help but make a choice beyond his limit." ”

He Yiming's words were quite regretful, although the two of them could be called enemies, but when he saw a humane peak powerhouse finally end his life in this way, he still felt a little emotion in his heart.

The path of cultivation is indeed a dangerous path full of thorns. The slightest negligence can lead to a catastrophe.

With a deep sigh, He Yiming leaned down and took off the crown, robe, and staff of light from Franklin's body.

I flipped through it, and sure enough, I found a spatial item on the body of the Pope. However, this space item surprised He Yiming, because it turned out to be a rare belt.

He Yiming didn't flip the things inside, but stuffed them into the Five Elements World one by one.

Although many places in the city have been turned into ruins, there are still many pairs of eyes staring at He Yiming at this time. When they saw He Yiming mercilessly take away all the treasures from His Majesty the Pope, they were all furious. However, no matter how resentful they were in their hearts, no one dared to come out and stop them.

The power released by He Yiming and the others after they came here has completely shocked everyone here. After the fall of His Majesty the Pope, no one dared to take the initiative to provoke He Yiming.

After putting everything away, He Yiming looked up and looked at the tall temple that was still standing and not even a little damaged, his eyes were quite strange.

The strong men hidden in the temple were cold in their hearts, and although their faces were gloomy, their eyes were still unwavering.

If He Yiming really planned to tear down the entire temple, then even if they were all dead, they would have to try their best to stop it.

Perhaps, their strength was not enough to stop He Yiming, but before they died, He Yiming did not want to successfully dismantle the entire temple.

However, He Yiming only stared at me for a while, then rode on a white horse and said loudly: "If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, and if people offend me, I will pay for it a hundred times......."

Before the words fell, the white horse had already spread its hooves, and in an instant it ran away without a trace, and only this long voice kept echoing in the sky over the entire city.

When the white figure disappeared into the sky, several figures flew from the temple.

They gathered around Franklin's bloody corpse, each with a sad look on their faces.

The most powerful pillar of the temple in hundreds of years collapsed at this moment, and such a change was not easy for everyone to accept. They blinked, as if wondering if it was just a dream.

Soon, however, the sound of crying from all around them immediately made it clear to them that it was all really happening.

An old man with white hair suddenly said, "Pray, let us summon the holy soul of the adult." ”

Several people around him sat down in unison, their identities in the temple were extremely noble, and they were even more pampered and pampered on weekdays. But at this moment, they sat on the ground without any mind, whether it was full of sewage or blood, they all sat down with their asses.

Strange voices came out of their mouths, and in this sound was filled with some powerful special power. Their energy was so concentrated that each syllable seemed to drain them with great strength, and soon, this peculiar way of chanting made their bodies sweat.

It's just that no one gave up anyway, they seemed to be convinced that something miracle would happen.

After a long time, a faint light slowly emerged from Franklin's corpse.

After seeing this scene, those people became more and more excited, the fatigue on their bodies seemed to be swept away, and the voices coming out of their mouths became louder and louder.

Eventually, that faint light began to coalesce, and eventually became an illusory Franklin.

If He Yiming was here and saw this scene, then he would definitely think of the poor Dark Alliance Leader.

After his death, this peak powerhouse of humanity who was plotted by his companions and fell after his death, with incomparably strong willpower, or the ultimate belief that he was unwilling to die and wanted to drag people into the water, so he exploded his thoughts and once existed in this world for a short time in the form of ideas.

Franklin clearly didn't have such strong willpower or some kind of belief that he couldn't let go, so when he died, his thoughts began to slowly dissipate.

However, the temple, which has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, really has a mysterious and powerful power. Their elders had used some kind of secret technique to reunite Franklin's thoughts, which had been fading away.

It can't be a long time, but it's a great thing.

"You ...... It's all here. The illusory Franklin looked around, he seemed to let go of his thoughts, and said, "He Yiming is too powerful, you must not provoke him again." ”

The elders of the temple looked at each other, they never thought that they would finally summon His Majesty the Pope's mind back, but his old man's first words were to tell them not to take revenge.

The white-haired old man at the head bowed deeply and said, "Your Majesty, Dear Pope, do you have any other orders?"

"Garfield and I are dead, there are no more peak powerhouses in the Western world, and this trip to Iceland is no longer something you can mix. Franklin said calmly, "His Holiness is not allowed to enter the East until there is a new peak of humanity in the Western world. ”

Many elders did not hesitate to bow down in agreement.

"Leder, you will inherit the position of Pope, and the glory of the God of Light will be passed on forever. Franklin's voice raised slightly.

Before he died, his body was still under the control of that powerful force. But when the elders pulled his thoughts back from the brink of dissipation, his mind suddenly regained his calm, and he began to explain what was behind him in an orderly manner. And it wasn't until the moment when a successor was finally appointed that his voice fluctuated for a moment.

The white-haired old man bowed down deeply, nodded his head to the ground, and respectfully accepted the order.

Although he also knew that it might not be a good thing for him to take over as the Pope at the most critical moment in this temple, he was second only to His Majesty the Pope in the entire temple in terms of force and prestige, so he was the only one to bear this burden.

Franklin looked at his bloody corpse, and with his wisdom, of course, knew to whom the contents had gotten to him.

After a moment, he suddenly said, "Edwin." ”

The handsome Edwin immediately stepped forward and said respectfully, "Your Majesty." ”

Among the four people who escaped from the nameless island in the past was the most outstanding disciple of the temple.

"You, take my bones, go to a place. Franklin's tone was dignified: "If you can find that place, and you can ask for help." Then our lost treasures and the glory of the God of Light will be returned to our hands. ”

Edwin's head suddenly raised, and he said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, where is that place?"

Franklin's avatar faded gradually, and without the support of his body, his mind finally began to dissipate, and it was really, completely dissipated into this world.

However, his last words left in this world have always echoed in the ears of everyone.

"The Open Sea, the Island of the Gods......"