The Chaos God Pope, for some reason, appeared in this mountain, this Anda tribe, and it was two days earlier than the return time said by the high priest of Xuanyue.

Pinching Mengyue's candy, the Chaos God Pope stretched out his fingers, slowly peeled off the oil paper, and then put the brown candy in his mouth.

An unclear smile appeared on his face.

"That's right, it's Jiang rice candy from the north."

The oil paper in his hand was unfolded, and the red paper on the oil word was blurred, but it was vaguely recognizable that this was a "bud" word, which meant malt.

The Chaotic God Pope pointed to the word "bud" on the oiled paper, and asked softly and gently, "Little girl, what do you mean by this word yourself?" ”

Mengyue shook her head.

"And what's your name?"

"Dream Moon".

The Chaos God Pope smiled, his unathletic body was covered with a burly black robe, and his shoulders were raised at both ends, which was a little weird.

The Chaos God Pope said gently: "Okay, Xiao Mengyue, then let me tell you, this is a bud word, outside this mountain, there is a very distant place called Chang'an, Chang'an Mingyue downstairs, there is a bright alley, there is a green sprout in it, there is such a Jiang rice candy in it." ”

Mengyue seems to understand whether she understands or not, regardless of her age, whether it is Qingyazhai, Chang'an, or Mingyuelou, for her, it is an unknown thing, she is in this Anda tribe in general, she has never been out of this mountain, and she does not know Datang.

Therefore, the sky in this mountain is likely to be the sky she has seen in her life.

Mengyue is not familiar with the world, but as Mengyue's sister, Mengdie remembers that Chen Qingshan is not a person in this chaotic God Sect, and all that Mengyue can move all over her body is her eyeballs, her eyes are turning, and her eyes are full of anxiety.

It's just that under the shroud of the Chaos God Sect Field, Mengyue can't do anything.

Xiao Mengyue's eyes were full of confusion, and the Chaos God Pope chuckled: "I mean that the sugar of Chang'an has arrived in this small tribe, does it also mean that people from Chang'an have arrived here?" ”

The Chaos God Sect's face turned cold, but his tone was extremely gentle.

He asked a question that made Mengdie tremble: "So Xiao Mengyue, who gave you this Jiang rice candy?" ”

Dream Butterfly instantly fell into an ice cave.

Little Mengyue was wrapped in the crook of the Chaos God Sect's arm, like a young beast.

At this time, Xiao Mengyue took the initiative to stretch out her little hand, tugging at the placket of the Chaos God Sect, and moved her body with her forearm, as if this could make Mengyue more comfortable.

Mengdie's heart was shocked, and Mengyue's move was like playing with the tiger's beard.

There was a slight anger in the eyes of the Chaos God Sect, since he became the master of this Chaos God Sect, who dared to treat him like this.

But this childish little Mengyue dared to "pull the tiger's beard".

The anger in his eyes slowly dissipated, and finally he let out a helpless sigh.

Stretched out his hand, touched Mengyue's head, and repeated the sentence just now: "Who gave you this candy?" ”

Mengyue pursed her lips, shrunk her head back, and didn't speak.

"Who gave you this candy?" The Chaos God Pope's tone was a little heavier, and his palm slowly lifted again, and a faint light flowed to the edge of his palm, which was faster than the blade.

If this palm falls, Mengyue has no chance of surviving.

Mengdie fell into a great fear, only felt a pain in her chest, her heart suddenly pumped a large amount of blood, and her body, which had become numb after standing for a long time, gradually became conscious.

As if compressed by an external force, the plasma gushed out of Dream Butterfly's skin, and when Mengyue's life and death were stimulated, an invisible force was born out of thin air, fighting against the field of the Chaos God Sect.

Mengdie's mind is very simple, she wants to save her sister, even if she loses her life.

A large amount of plasma emerges from Dream Butterfly's body, staining it into a bloody person.

Mengdie wanted to take that step.

"Harder, harder." Mengdie cheered herself up in her heart, completely ignoring the damage to her body.

A streak of white appeared from the blue silk of the dream butterfly, which was a sign of impaired life force, and such damage was almost irreversible for a mortal.

Finally......

Dream Butterfly, who desperately overdrew his life force, his lungs were damaged, blood gushed back, and he spit out in his throat, and that mental strength was slowly subsiding.

Mengdie didn't succeed in taking that step.

There are always people who like to say that "manpower is better than the sky", but there are some things that cannot be done by manpower.

Even the field laid out by the Chaos God Sect is not something that a mortal like Mengdie can break through, one is the strongest person at the top of the world, and the other is a mortal who has not even entered the threshold of cultivation, the difference between cloud and mud.

Even the level of life is completely different.

"Failed, who is this man, so terrible?!" Dream Butterfly's eyes slowly turned gray, and a string of tears slowly appeared in her eyes, and then fell.

"It's just ants." The Chaos God Pope noticed the change in Dream Butterfly and chuckled.

"Huh?"

A soft sound sounded.

The Chaos God Pope's arms trembled slightly.

"Wow!" A cry rang out, it was Mengyue in the arms of the Chaos God Pope.

Dream Butterfly's heart is like a knife.

The Chaos God Pope waved his hand, and his palm fell.

The imaginary scene of flesh and blood did not appear, and at the last moment, the Chaos God Pope took all the qi in his palm.

With a tap of her fingertips on her forehead, Mengyue fell into a deep sleep.

A vague sigh rang out.

"If you don't tell me, I can probably guess who it is." Little Mengyue slept soundly in the crook of the Chaos God Pope's arm.

The Chaos God Pope beckoned, and Dream Butterfly found that she could move.

"Dream Moon!" With a loud shout, Dream Butterfly rushed towards the Chaos God Sect.

"Huh?"

As the Chaos God Sect's face was slightly displeased, he stretched out his index finger and swung it from side to side, and Dream Butterfly had to stop.

"Please don't hurt my sister." Dream Butterfly prayed to the Chaos God Pope, Dream Butterfly knew that if the man in front of her didn't want to approach herself, then she couldn't get close, and all Dream Butterfly could do now was pray.

"Do you know who I am?" The Chaos God Pope whispered and asked Mengdie.

Mengdie raised her head and looked at this strange and moody man, and on his body, Mengdie felt the breath of more than one ancient god.

This is not surprising, the strange thing is that every breath that belongs to the ancient gods is submissive to this man.

This man is stronger than ordinary god envoys, Mengdie thought.

"You are a member of the Holy Church? And the status is higher than that of ordinary divine envoys! ”

"I've seen the Ambassador."

Dream Butterfly bowed to the Ranch God Pope, giving him enough respect to the figure who was likely to be a deacon or priest in the Chaos God Cult.

As for the people in the higher places within the Chaos God Cult, Mengdie didn't dare to think about it, and she wouldn't think that such a person would appear in this small Anda tribe.

The Chaos God Pope smiled slightly, the people inside this tribe have indeed been isolated from the outside for too long.

"No, I'm not much of an envoy, but you're right, I'm from within the Cult of the Gods."

Mengdie was stunned.

The Chaos God Pope continued: "And my status is much higher than you imagined, you can think higher, think higher. ”

Hearing this, Mengdie was shocked, although she didn't know what else was higher than a priest or a deacon in the Holy Sect, she had never come into contact with such a character in her life.

But Mengdie remembered the sentence "Think to the top", who else could be in the highest place of the Chaos God Sect, the master of the Chaos God Sect.

Mengdie doesn't have much insight because she is trapped in this mountain, but it doesn't mean that she is not smart.

Mengdie was surprised, stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, the Chaos God Sect did not do anything to her again, but Dream Butterfly still had a real sense of suffocation, the master of the Chaos God Sect actually appeared in this small Anda tribe!

"Is it because of the Divine Messenger?!" Mengdie's face turned from shock to worry.

She already knew that Chen Qingshan was a figure from outside the mountain, and he was much stronger than divine envoys like Ye Wen and Guo Xuan, he was a young and handsome man, but she didn't expect that Chen Qingshan's existence would actually alarm this extremely noble Chaos God Sect master.

Mengdie felt that he was dreaming, such an existence, even if all the tribes in this mountain were dead, he would not frown, let alone end up in person.

But he just appeared in this small Anda tribe, the little-known Anda tribe.

All this, because of the young man who saved himself and his sister, Mengdie remembered Chen Qingshan's appearance, was slightly stunned, her heart rippled, and she silently thought: "You actually attracted the attention of such a big person." ”

The Chaos God Pope turned around and pointed to the two-story wooden house, "This is where he lives." ”

Dream Butterfly was silent.

The Chaos God Pope just smiled and didn't care.

The Chaos God Pope held the sleeping Mengyue and slowly walked within the Anda tribe, Mengdie could only follow him, she didn't know what this existence was going to do.

But one thing is certain, whatever the Being wants to do, she can't stop it.

Along the way, Mengdie saw many people who were still and motionless, their eyes rolling, and when they saw the two sisters, the Chaos God Sect and Mengdie, they were only shocked.

"Who is this man?!" That's why this thought came to people's minds at the same time.

They couldn't imagine the noble status of this man who was wandering around the tribe.

Mengdie could see that the Chaos God Pope had not released the restraints of others, and he didn't like to be noisy.

The Chaos God Pope did not stop, walking unhurriedly, but constantly adjusting the direction within the tribe, it seemed that as soon as he arrived, he knew the entire Anda tribe well.

Turning around a room, the Ranch God Pope walked straight ahead, and a large wooden house appeared in front of him.

"Crunch."

The Chaos God Pope held Xiao Mengyue in one hand and pushed open the door of the wooden house with the other.

A person sat in it, more appropriately a corpse, dry and withered, as if weathered for an unknown number of years.

"He, Wu Gong is dead?" Mengdie stood behind the Chaos God Pope, his eyes were a little incredulous, a few days ago, Anda Wugong had appeared with the Divine Envoy in the tribe, and now how did he decay into this.

"Dead." The Chaos Pope nodded.

"But it's not for nothing that there is a way to make the dead speak." The Chaos Pope reached out and pointed into the skull of the dead Duke of Andawu, grabbing the remnants of his soul.

The faint green light emerged one after another from within the seven orifices of Anda Wugong's head, which was very strange.

"I see." The Chaos Pope retracted his fingers, and Anda Wugong's body turned to smoke.