The Sword Lord Monarch's voice was very small, and he almost silently said to himself in his heart.

"What did you say?"

Lin Beichen came over with his ears, but he didn't hear clearly just now.

The Lord of the Sword sat up slowly.

Leave Lin Beichen's arms.

She slowly got off the bed, stood on the ground, stumbled a little, and almost fell, but she still refused Lin Beichen's support, and stubbornly stepped by step, coming to a box sealed with the Divine Pattern Formation.

The material of this box is unknown, but at first glance it is valuable.

There is a divine pattern formation carved by the Lord of the Sword himself, and if there is no technique to solve the formation, even if the 'Thousand Grass God' comes here alive, he will not be able to open the box.

When Lin Beichen saw this scene, his heart moved.

Could it be the wealth that the Lord of the Sword has collected for many years?

Is this to thank me for giving me all the treasures?

His heart was racing.

The Lord of the Sword was not in a good state, and it took a full cup of tea before he slowly opened the box manually.

There is no jewel radiating from it.

Instead, there was a moon-white priest's robe.

Plain, simple.

"Do you remember this sacrificial robe?"

The Lord of the Sword took out the sacrificial robe and turned around and asked.

Belch......

It's another proposition.

I don't know that.

It's clear that I don't have any memory.

"I have a little impression, I don't remember clearly. ”

He said vaguely.

The Sword Lord Monarch's breath was unsteady because of his previous actions, and after slowly exhaling a few mouthfuls of turbid air, he glanced at him and said, "This is the sacrificial robe that Ye Weiyang wore when he saw you for the last time. ”

"Oh, no wonder. ”

Lin Beichen suddenly realized, and said: "If you don't say it, I really can't remember it at all, and I don't have the slightest impression at all." ”

"Hehe......"

The Lord of the Sword sneered, then shook his robe again, put it on his body, and said, "I'll wear it for you now, okay?"

Belch?

Why do you wear Pinru's clothes?

Lin Beichen was silent.

"Come here, I want you to put it on for me with your own hands. ”

The Lord of the Sword is coquettish and authentic.

"I refuse. ”

Lin Beichen is not a junior brother at all, how could he make a kindergarten mistake at this time, and his position is very clear.

The Lord of the Sword looked at him steadily, and only after a long time did he snort and threw the priest's robe to Lin Beichen, looking angry.

But Lin Beichen clearly noticed that there was a happy glint in her eyes.

Oh, woman.

Your name is duplicity.

He casually threw his robe aside.

"It's good that you reacted quickly. ”

The Sword Lord couldn't hide a smile in his eyes: "Didn't disappoint me...... Come here, help me put this outfit on. ”

This time, she took out a set

A majestic and luxurious robe of the gods.

This is a substitute for herself after she came to this world, according to the style of the battle robe of the divine realm.

The style is the same.

The function is too far away.

She is a goddess with a heavy sense of ritual, and she once wanted to wear this robe, take back her faith, and take back everything that belongs to her.

It's a pity that nowadays......

This time, Lin Beichen did not refuse.

He gently stripped off his robe for the Lord of the Sword, and his fingers ran over the mutton fat white jade-like skin, every inch of this cool and silky skin had left his traces, the most perfect work of the Creator.

But now, this body has scars and mutilations.

The injuries were shocking.

It is difficult to recover for a while.

In Lin Beichen's heart, the anger of hatred grew.

Wei Jia.

It's Wei Mingchen again.

If it weren't for this dog thing, the Lord of Swords wouldn't have been injured so badly.

This person must not be let go.

I have been delayed by miscellaneous matters every time before, so I didn't go to this miscellaneous account to settle accounts, this time, when this time comes, I must go and calculate it clearly.

Lin Beichen swore in his heart.

Soon, the god's robe was fully draped.

The Lord of the Sword was in front of the mirror, looking at himself inside, an unnatural blush appeared on his face, and said, "You can help me invite them to the main hall." ”

"Good. ”

Lin Beichen took another sip of milk before turning around and leaving the side hall.

Outside the main hall.

Lin Beichen met with the acting Pope Hua Qianyan, Archbishop Mochizuki and others.

When they returned to the main hall together, they saw that the Lord of the Sword was already sitting on the throne of the main hall.

"Meet Your Majesty. ”

The priests fell to their knees.

Now the priests on the temple mountain are the most loyal believers of the Sword Lord, and they all know that she is the real Sword Lord, even if the Sword Lord asks them all to die at this time, no one will hesitate.

"Get up. ”

The Lord of the Sword said slowly.

It's not loud, but it's clear.

The priests all stood up.

Archbishop Hua and Archbishop Mochizuki looked up nervously with concern.

"I have descended to mortal dust for a long time, and it just so happens that the rebellious and rebellious demon of Chikusha has been ambushed, and the crisis has been resolved, and I should return. ”

"After I am gone, the pope will be ......"

"It is served by Lin Beichen. ”

The voice fell.

In the main hall, there was a sudden uproar.

Let a man be the pope of the Temple of the Lord of the Sword?

This is a precedent that has never been seen before.

Lin Beichen was also taken aback.

Me?

Which one is this?

In the blink of an eye, I became the Pope of the Temple?

However, with a cold snort from the Sword Lord, the noise disappeared in an instant.

The rules are set by God.

And the figure sitting on the throne of God, overlooking all beings, is God.

It is the true God.

God's Word is His will.

How can it be questioned?

Immediately the priests saluted in unison, saying, "Do as my god wills." ”

Then he saluted Lin Beichen in unison and said, "See His Holiness the Pope." ”

Looking at this group of warblers and swallows, saluting to himself, Lin Beichen enjoyed it quite a lot.

Not to mention anything else, except for the young lords and old people such as Archbishop Mochizuki, who are already old, most of the other priests are either young and beautiful, or still charming, either stunning in style, or ripe peaches - after all, the Sword Lord Monarch Temple selects priests, in addition to the requirements for women, there are also strict requirements for appearance.

At this moment, two words popped up in Lin Beichen's mind-

Void bamboo.

This little monk is definitely a hanger.

He was a demigod in the first place, but in the end he became the master of the Ethereal Peak Vulture Palace, and the swordsmen under his hands were all beautiful, living in seclusion and without the constraints of the teachings, didn't he want to ......

Tut-tut......

Bah!

Thinking of the wonders, Lin Beichen couldn't help but scold himself for being a beast.

How can you think so?

Are you still an individual?

How are you different from Cao Thief?

The accurate metaphor should be Hong Changqing, the political commissar of the Red Women's Army, who took this group of women's troops to fight the world and make a revolution together.

However, Commissar Hong Changqing seems to have died relatively early?

EMMM......

Why don't you think about it?

"After I go, the goddess Ye Weiyang will be the saint of the temple, and when her power is of great use, it will be at the discretion of the Pope whether or not to pass on the saint. ”

The Lord of the Sword said without hurry.

Lin Beichen's heart perked.

What's that?

Passing the throne to Ye Weiyang?

Aren't you the night yourself?

Just as he was puzzled, he saw that the eyes of the Sword Lord were also looking at him.

What kind of gaze is that?

With a little tenderness, a little nostalgia, a little unwillingness, a little relief......

At this moment, the sword lord's qi collapsed suddenly.

The brilliance on her whole body quickly dissipated.

That breath of life disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The whole person seemed to have instantly turned into a lifeless jade carving.

Lin Beichen was terrified.

What's going on?

He originally thought that the Sword Lord Monarch had done so much in preparation for a long period of retreat and cultivation and regaining his strength.

How could this vengeful god give up so easily?

But now?

Lin Beichen rushed over.

In the next moment, the figure on the divine throne, which had been completely lifeless, suddenly beat his heart again, and then a strange light enveloped it.

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Do you want to leave a glimmer of possibility for the Lord of the Sword to return?