Unexpectedly, Gu Ao Xiaoguo also brought him an unexpected surprise, and the beast army that was put into actual combat actually achieved good results. Saint-Tremo was also dismissive at the beginning, but later became interested because of the repeated failures of the Bright Sword Team.

Moreover, in the practice of the Holy Dharma, he was also keenly aware that in order to become a watchman angel, he had to find the mystery in his soul. From a cardinal to a watchman is a transformation from a human soul to a divine soul.

St. Tremo believed that the soul was the closest thing to God in all things, and that every soul was given by the God of Light. Therefore, knowing the mystery of the soul, the path of light naturally penetrated, and the Southern Temple of Light began to pay attention to the matter of the soul, which was carried out at his behest.

What made him happiest was that Gu Aoguo also sent a big gift, a living person with the mark of the Night Flower. It's just that Amos slipped away without entering the Selwan Church, and San Tremo couldn't let the Extreme West Temple knock on the mountain and shock the tiger, besiege the Weihua Academy without killing it, and wanted to force it back to the southern frontier.

After Amos hid in the Extreme West Desert, the Extreme South Temple gave Gu Ao two paths, to destroy the country or to recover Amos. Duke Ryan once again threw out his daughter, used a beauty trick, and fished a golden turtle to protect the country, and in this way, Amos fell into the hands of San Tremor.

If we can understand the souls that are hated by the gods of light, we will be able to understand the light more deeply.

In the process of baptizing Amos with his own hands, St. Telem deeply perceives every detail of the soul. Every time Amos struggles, he reveals the mystery of his soul, and every time he repeats love and hate, he unfolds the deep folds of his soul. St. Tremo is like reading a book, and from the struggle of Amos's tenacious soul, he reads all the secrets of his soul.

Amos's struggle with the baptism of light was rather to escape the cardinal's prying eyes on his soul, but until the last moment, he could not escape the end of daylight. Every particle in the soul, every fluctuation, was completely exposed to the eyes of Saint-Tremo.

Amos, who was baptized clean in spirit and flesh, was completely blank in pure soul. Knowing the mysteries of the soul, the cardinal tried to make a subtle transformation, covering up all the folds of heresy and covering all his mind with the element of light. Therefore, Amos's light talent is surprisingly good, and the holy law cultivation is one step to the sky.

However, in this way, the cultivation of the Holy Dharma is fueled by the seedlings, and he will comprehend the totem of light in one day, but his own holy power is still in the Mani period. There is a huge gap in the Holy Power of Light, and it takes years of endless worship of the God of Light to accumulate over time. And this grotesque reason became the best excuse for St. Tremo to stuff Amos into the Far North Holy Land.

Today is the annual "Hanukkah", and the elite believers of the Illuminati in the world can have the opportunity to go to the Far North Temple to face the Holy Church and enter the Holy Land to meet the Pope. In previous years, San Telemo had been dismissive of this, and this time he arranged for Amos to explore the way.

From the extreme south to the extreme north of the Nagisa Moon Continent, there are hundreds of thousands of miles, but with a finger of San Tremor, a bright light instantly crossed thousands of rivers and mountains, building a bridge of light from south to north. Amos walked on it with his feet raised, crossed the huge spatial distance in an instant, and walked leisurely into the Holy Land of Light.

It's noon in the far north, and the sky is sunny. But the Far North Temple was brighter than the sun in the sky. The bright elites who came from the six bright rainbow bridges one after another felt the greatness of the light god, indulged in the vigorous light elements of the holy land, and worshiped the temple with devotion.

"The God of Light loves you forever!" an old man wearing the Holy Crown of Light, wearing the Holy Robe of Light, and holding the Holy Staff of Light, came to them amiably, evoking these young elites.

"Meet the Pope!" The disciples of Light who came from the temples from all over the world, of course, were familiar with this papal attire, and they didn't know anyone, but they were impressed by this bearing, and immediately knelt down and bowed.

"The light is with us. The Pope stepped forward and greeted everyone one by one. But when it was Amos's turn, his hand paused slightly, and it quickly returned to normal.

The elites who could participate in the Hanukkah were all outstanding disciples selected by various temples, and Du Min felt the slightest pause. The unwarranted rejection mentality rises from everyone's hearts for no reason.

This time, a total of ten disciples were selected and sent from all over the country, and in the end, only the best one of them was able to retain the Extreme Northern Temple. These elites have to go through various trials here before they can finally be determined. As soon as we met today, everyone began to compete, and the Pope's hand stayed a little longer, which naturally made people jealous.

Amos is the Holy High Priest's level of holy law, but the inner holy law is weak, which is the reason for the Pope's suspicions. And the Southern Bright Temple was reluctant to bow his head, and he also knew it, so he didn't want the disciples of the Southern Temple who participated in the Hanukkah for the first time to be too rampant. After a slight pause in the middle, he put the weak Amos on the opposite side of the other nine disciples.

The other nine elites, all of whom were at the level of the Holy Light Adjudication, were targeting the vacancy of the "Seven Sons of the Temple" after Lan Xingyi's death. The positions of these seven sons are all cultivated according to the seven cardinals in the future, and all kinds of cultivation resources and cultivation places are released, and the endless wealth magic weapons and immortals behind them are all red-eyed.

It's just that such an opportunity is also extraordinary, and the opportunity required is even deeper. Therefore, in the five years since it was confirmed that Lan Xingyi had died in the Desperate Wasteland, he had not been able to choose a suitable replacement disciple.

This year, it's another big competition.

Before he came, Amos didn't know anything about the "Seven Sons of the Temple", not even the trial, and Saint Tremo didn't say anything, so he sent it casually. This is also to show the attitude of the Southern Temple of Light, we don't care about the position of the "Seven Sons", nor do we care about the ranking of the trials, just send someone here casually to feel the atmosphere.

"The first level of the trial, the Temple of Enlightenment. ”

After the Pope took the throne, the trial began. In the Extreme Northern Holy Land, the light element was as dense as water, and the light disciples benefited greatly from taking a breath, and of course they would not feel tired from the journey.

Ten elite disciples were scattered around the Temple of Light. Together, they looked up to the bright light, experienced the majesty of the holy law of light, and felt the profound divine grace of light.

But when Amos sat upright, he caught his eye on a huge eleven-stringed instrument in front of the temple. The bow was smooth as water, its golden strings glittering in the light, and it felt like it beckoned him to come closer from every angle.

All memories have been washed away, and worldly rituals have been washed away, and the mind is like a child's innocent Amos, and as curious as a child. He didn't suppress his spiritual impulses, and he did it spontaneously in the Extreme North Holy Land, so he actually stood up and walked towards the eleven-stringed piano under the surprised eyes of the invigilator elders and competition elites.

"Huh", Amos also flew on the piano platform, hooked the strings and played it, but this beautiful holy lyre actually made a bitter sound.

Instead of letting go, Amos flew a little higher, finding the post and twisting it a few times. After feeling the golden strings tightened, I tried to play it again, but the direction was wrong, and the strings made a loud sound, and the tone was even more dull.