Hua Sha's identity can naturally mobilize the magic spell master, but what she has to do, only a madman like Zhang He, who is not willing to die and dares to kill the dragon-shaped, can help her.

She has loyal super-king-rank mages under her command, but no loyal enchanters.

If the Enchanter rebels, she will be instantly hit by the combined blows of all the powerful and powerful mages in the Dragonformer's camp.

That kind of consequence was something she couldn't bear, even if she was a saintess of the Silver Holy Mountain with a billion followers.

Because she was able to sit in today's position, she couldn't do without the support of the dragon-shaper and her allies.

She had to be careful to keep her balance.

Zhang He's killing of the Red Dragon King Luo Bai is the best "self-proof" in her eyes. Powerful and insane.

Stronger than all the super-kings under her command, because Roby, who was defeated by him, had abused her loyal knights in front of her alone.

Wind Dragon King, Red Dragon King, Mountain Dragon King, Sea Dragon King, Thunder Dragon King.

Five towering mountains pressing on the heart of the world's super-kings.

Now a mountain peak has collapsed, and it has been split by a mystic sword technique from the East.

"I hope that the ten mages above the five realms of the king rank you mentioned are not all ten of the eight senses. Zhang He remembered a paragraph he saw on the Internet.

The monthly income is less than one million, and the detailed words are eight thousand a month.

It's really less than a million, leaving people speechless.

"No, there is only one Eight Jue, the reason why they are strong is because they are good at combining attacks and arranging formations, and ten of the offensive magic weapons I gave you are used to break the formation. Hua Sha explained.

She has more powerful magic weapons, but if you use them, you will definitely be recognized.

"Specifically, why do you want to stop them, and what are they going to do that makes people angry?" Zhang He, who was dressed in a black robe, stopped. In the past three days, he was busy scraping the essence of Hua Sha's body and absorbing the power of faith to break through, but he didn't ask anything, and he didn't drink a drop of water.

"They found the legendary phoenix egg, but it was an evil phoenix. Hua Sha, who was wearing a white floor-sweeping robe, said lightly.

The floor in the marble hallway was clean, like a mirror.

If the robe didn't mop the floor, Zhang He could see the trousers she was wearing under her skirt.

"The Demon God Cult has not been able to eradicate it for a long time, because they have the Eye of Freedom standing behind them, and those forces led by the Eye of Freedom are dedicated to helping the Demon God Cult collect evil things, and the most important of them is unhatched eggs or cubs. Hua Sha explained.

"It takes a lot of blood to raise these ancient demons and evil gods, how can the Eye of Freedom, known as the light of the world, do such a cruel thing, someone has to serve on its behalf. ”

Zhang He understood.

"The best of all is human blood, and Sophia's lord is a member of the Eyes of Freedom, and he ignored the merfolk slaughter of Matila because he had a kraken cub in his possession. Hua Sha stared at the end of the hallway.

Seconds after she finished speaking, there was a crisp stampede at the end of the hallway.

A black-haired girl three years younger than Hua Sha walked out of the shadows and looked at Hua Sha and Zhang He with a smile.

The girl is extremely beautiful, with a strand of long black and silky hair hanging down in front of her two big ears, and the long hair hangs down to the well-developed body.

She is dressed in a holy robe, with a pair of clogs under her feet as tender as a baby, her white soft little toes are cute and delicate, and her slightly narrowed charming eyes are shining, giving people a cunning feeling, making people want to hold her in their arms and love her, and bully her hard.

"Hello Sister Huasha, may I ask who this is?" The eccentric Yingjiu put his hands behind his back, jumped up in front of Zhang He, stood on tiptoe and raised his head, and looked at Zhang He thoughtfully.

With Asian facial features, being a saint in the silver holy mountain is extraordinary, and Zhang He will not be blinded by her childish performance.

"He was an ascetic whom I met by chance on the seashore when I went out to practice. Hua Sha smiled and looked at Ying Jiu's expression like a gentle sister looking at her beloved sister.

"What should I call him? Ying Jiu put his hands behind his back and circled around Zhang He unhurriedly, his expression and posture were very relaxed, black and white, and his clear eyes were full of curiosity about "new things".

"Sir, this is the holy daughter of our Silver Sacred Mountain, Yingjiu. Hua Sha introduced with a smile.

"I asked you to introduce him, not to let you introduce me, Sister Hua Sha's ears are always bad, Sister Hua Sha will not be able to be a saint in the future, and it is estimated that she will not even be able to do the cheap work of serving tea and water at the bar. Ying Jiu smiled sweetly.

It's hard to believe that such words would come out of the mouth of a girl like Yingjiu, who has hundreds of millions of believers.

Zhang He didn't speak, Hua Sha's smile disappeared little by little, looked at Ying Jiu indifferently, and then smiled with relief.

"Why are you so unhappy, is it because you have failed again because of the power of faith? Don't be discouraged, maybe you will fail again next time, but you must persist no matter what, because this may be the test of the goddess for you. ”

Ying Jiu still maintains a smile as pure as a snow lotus.

After that, Hua Sha sighed, threw up her sleeves and left.

"Ying Jiu, the daughter of the Winning Heavenly King, his father is a Tiger Emperor who makes the Dragon Emperor jealous. Huasha transmitted the sound to Zhang He.

"Don't be fooled by her appearance. Hua Sha hesitated, but decided not to say anything about the dirty and disgusting transactions of Yingjiu and the Dragon-Shaped, Eyes of Freedom.

"Rest assured. Zhang He said lightly. Once he recognizes an enemy, his sword will not be slow.

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Yinsheng City has the most majestic churches in the world, but Zhang He did not go to the top three churches to watch the excitement, but chose a remote, small and old church.

Not for anything else, just because there are few people and it is deserted.

When he travels, he spends a lot of time alone looking for scenery. So when he was in Huangshan Taishan Huashan, he met several very interesting old people.

The moonlight shone through the window of the church, and Zhang He sat down in the front row, looking up at the crucified Jesus.

Ellen was not there, and neither was Ye Xiaoxue, so Zhang He unscrewed a bottle of wine.

Underneath the crucifix, there is a girl in a red robe, her hips appear to be rolling away because of her kneeling position, and her blonde hair is tucked into her hood.

After Zhang He unscrewed the wine, Claire slowly opened her eyes and looked back at a certain oriental man who was disrespectful to God.

"Alcohol is strictly forbidden in the church. Claire said flatly. Her voice is very good, but what is very strange is that she actually spat out Chinese and English at the same time, as if there were two of her speaking in Chinese and English at the same time.

"It is precisely because of respecting him and respecting your gods that I pour wine here, toast, understand?" Zhang He said.

Claire knelt on the ground and said politely, in a very gentle tone, "If you drink, please go elsewhere." ”

This time only in English.

"God is not angry, what are you anxious about. Zhang He said leisurely.

Claire is not angry, she has not met a crazy person like Zhang He who likes to drink.

Zhang He didn't do anything to her body, which had been blessed and cursed by the Virgin and the demon at the same time, it was already very good.

After all, it was the dead of night, and the church was deserted, and the location was so remote that few people came, and a young girl shouting at her throat would not get the slightest help.

"I'm willing to drink in church, it's all out of respect for your Jesus, if I don't respect him, I won't come, don't believe it, how comfortable I am lying in the hotel and drinking, right? Zhang He's hand holding the wine glass did not move.

Zhang He's back panel is straight on the back of the wooden chair, and his tone is flat, which makes people feel that it is not a joke.

"Respect is mutual, and the feeling of respecting someone is good, isn't it?"

Claire, kneeling in a bright moonlight, smiled, and in an instant the whole church brightened a little.

The fine dust flew in the beam of light shining into the church, Zhang He didn't speak, Claire didn't speak, the two looked at each other, and the whole church could be heard.

You can ask me questions like, for example, whether God exists and whether He has mercy on the world. Claire was the first to speak, breaking the dead silence.

"I'm a mage. Zhang He put the wine glass next to his lap, and the wine in the cup could not ripple at all.

"I can feel that you are a very powerful mage. Claire was a little surprised in her heart, she didn't expect to meet a magician here.

If it weren't for the blessing of the Virgin, which allowed her to gain a flawless clear heart, she would not have known that the man in front of her was hiding so deeply.

"It's okay to cultivate. ”

"Do you want to criticize God's inaction, I can feel that you are dissatisfied with God, Mr. Zhang from the East. ”

Claire knew that Zhang He's surname was not strange, because Zhang He's short sleeves were embroidered - the surname was Zhang, and she happened to be proficient in oriental culture.

"My mother had a little bit of research on religious culture. ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. Claire chuckled.

Zhang He looked at Claire, whose buttocks were like white peaches, and slowly said what he saw and heard about the analysis of Western religion in his mother's notebook, without missing a word.

Zhang He's rhythm is very good, unhurried, Claire listens silently.

Half an hour passed quickly, and Claire's kneeling posture remained unchanged, as if she didn't feel sore at all, and her expression was still so indifferent and easy-going.

She was very happy to meet someone like Zhang He who knew about the Holy Religion.

But at thirty-one minutes, Claire's face changed slightly because of Zhang He's words, and at forty minutes, she couldn't hold back anymore, her delicate body trembled, Huo Ran got up, and argued with Zhang He angrily.

The two of them quoted scriptures, the spittle of the quarrel flew sideways, Zhang He's expression remained unchanged, he sat indifferently, and only the speed of speech changed.

Claire stood in front of the idol and tried her best to defend the gods and angels, and without retreating, her spit flew out of her open red lips in a silver beam.

Fifty minutes later, Claire had nothing more to say, but took a step back and sat down on the board.

Zhang He was merciless, taking advantage of the victory to pursue, the attack was fierce, and his every word was like a dagger piercing Claire's heart, leaving one hideous scratch after another on the faith in her heart.

Claire's face was pale, she held the silver cross on her chest, her lips squirmed and she couldn't say a word.

"If now you still defend your God, your angels!"

"Then it's just because you really, really got the magic from some angel that can make you high!"

"Now you are no longer worthy to talk to me. Zhang He got up indifferently, didn't drink a drop of wine, pushed open the door of the church, and let the moonlight spill on his shoulders and cheeks.

Claire sat on the ground and watched Zhang He disappear blankly.

The moonlight poured into the church and onto the red carpet, and the helpless Claire did not look back at God.

Her faith had been destroyed, shattered, trampled on, but she would not say a word to her father, to her godfather.

She would not dare to confide in them, because at this moment she no longer trusted the gods behind her, and the kingdom of heaven shrouded in divine light.

As the man said, if she still defended half a word of the gods and angels she once believed in, it was just that she was reluctant to be given to her by the gods and angels of the other world, so that she could be high up and enjoy the supreme magic that hundreds of millions of beings worshipped.

She was now like the minion in the story the man told.

As a good minion, how can he not speak for his master, even if the master does something wrong, it has to be said to be right.

Because if you don't please your master and defend your master, then there will be no bloody meat to eat, and there will be no way to fake the tiger in front of others.

Claire hid her face and wept.

What she was reluctant to do was the feeling of worshipping hundreds of millions of sentient beings, or the incomparable supreme magic.

In front of these two, right and wrong seem so unimportant.