"You can't stop him!" After the fat brother left, Xue's expression gradually returned to normal, looking at the elevator going down, thoughtful.

After hearing this, the subordinate was slightly stunned, a little unconvinced, and retorted: "I have reached the realm of the Yuan Baby, I see that the Yuan Fetus is not yet complete, how to ......"

"Oh, are you doubting my eyes?" said Xue coldly now.

"No, my subordinates don't dare!" the man panicked, hurriedly denied it, and didn't dare to say anything more.

Here, the fat brother rushed into the elevator, and it was not until the elevator door was closed that he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and scolded in his heart: "Perverted, there is no one surnamed Xue!"

It's just that as soon as he raised his head, he just met the gaze of Archbishop Snow.

Looking at each other, the fat brother couldn't help but feel a little weak, after all, he was still scolding the other party in his heart just now. But then he thought that he was just scolding in his heart, and he was a ghost, and he wouldn't be known, but this woman had put herself in the league before.

The more the fat brother thought about it, the more unhappy he became, if it weren't for his luck and caution enough, and his methods were not bad, I don't know what the outcome of the matter would be.

At this time, the two were in the same room, there were no other obstacles, and the fat brother didn't care so much about the identity of the other party, so he simply mocked with a cold face: "Archbishop Xue has good means, Xu admires!"

Xue, as the archbishop, is rumored to be the successor of the Pope of Light, of course this shallow ridicule can be heard, but her expression is as usual after hearing it, and there is no change at all, she only looks at the fat brother quietly, and only said after a while: "Mr. Xu, as I guessed, has great wisdom and great luck, it is a blessing to be able to cooperate with you!"

"Huh!"

When the fat brother spoke, he had already thought of a variety of results, thinking that the Snow Archbishop was arguing with him and blamed the matter as just a coincidence, or simply ignored him, when nothing had happened, but he never expected that it would be such a scene.

"What is this, when did this matter become cooperation?" said the fat brother.

"Naturally, it was the cooperation that Mr. Xu started when he got that VIP card, I didn't expect Mr. Xu to complete it so well and solve the two fathers and sons at once!" Xue laughed rarely, and gave a thumbs up to the fat brother, which was completely a gesture of high praise for the partner.

"No wonder you are the successor of the future Pope!"

The fat brother was helpless to praise, he really couldn't think of what to say about her, and it was impossible to fight for it.

Fortunately, the elevator had stopped at this time, and the fat brother noticed that he forgot to press the floor just now!

Just when Brother Fat was still thinking about what the purpose of building a -20 floor in Guangming Building, the elevator door had already opened.

Archbishop Xue was not in a hurry to go down, but continued to say to Brother Fei: "This time the matter went exceptionally smoothly because of Mr. Xu's cooperation, Xue is not the one who forgets his righteousness, and he will have his own rewards in the future." ”

Xue said and walked off the elevator, turned around and asked Brother Fei, "Mr. Xu wants to come down to visit?"

Brother Fat knew that the other party was aware that he was observing the closed metal door outside the elevator, so he immediately withdrew his gaze, shook his head and said, "Come on, I don't have any interest in the secrets of your Bright Sect, I'm just having fun." ”

"Really?" Xue looked at the fat brother and smiled meaningfully.

At this time, the elevator was closed, and the fat brother pressed the floor on the ground again, and then he found Lorf, changed to an empty room, and when he returned to the elevator, there were no buttons in the elevator anymore - there were no buttons below the 3rd floor.

This made the fat brother fall into a dream, and it was especially incomprehensible that if it was really so hidden, why did he open it on the first floor and put himself in.

With incomprehensible doubts and anticipation of the Creation God Ceremony, the fat brother returned to his room, meditated, and actively adjusted his state to cope with the challenges that might arise at any time the next day.

The next day, early in the morning, Brother Fei took the elevator and went to the seventieth floor of the building, which is the top floor, according to the guidance, where the Creation Ceremony of the Holy See of Light was held.

When the elevator passed through the floor, Brother Fei unexpectedly found that each floor would gently shock his spirit and mana, which showed that these floors were not just real floors.

Finally, the 70th floor arrived, and as Brother Fat stepped out of the elevator, he saw a giant platform with a radius of several kilometers.

With such a huge platform, even if he just took the elevator up, the fat brother would not believe that he was still on the roof of the Guangming Building, not to mention that the elevator behind him had already disappeared at some point.

In the center of the platform, there is a large stone platform with an octagonal surface and a small circular step on each side of the platform.

On the circular staircase, eight different totems are drawn, including angels, demons, birds, animals, and ghosts.

When Brother Fat came up, the entire platform was already full of people, and in addition to the three major forces that I saw yesterday, there was another quite good team.

There were more than twenty of them, all of whom were wrapped in undetectable black robes, but their momentum made most of the cultivators stay away, which showed that they were by no means idle.

And the most surprising thing about this is that he saw a familiar person, a mortal he didn't like very much-Zhang Chaofeng.

Brother Fat knew that he had the qualifications to appear here, but he didn't expect him to actually participate. After all, so far, apart from Zhang Chaofeng alone, Brother Fat has never seen any cultivators whose strength is lower than the peak of the Enlightenment.

If it weren't for the repeated investigations, Brother Fat would definitely suspect that Zhang Chaofeng had taken the crooked path of his teacher.

After waiting for a while, the Pope, who was standing in front of the octagonal platform, said softly: "The time has come, the creation ceremony has officially begun, and the sacrifice will be served!"

The Pope's voice is not loud, but the cultivation is there, even if it is not deliberate, it can easily make every word clearly reflect people's hearts.

Hearing the voice, Brother Fat and everyone present set their eyes on the Pope's location.

I saw that as the Pope finished speaking, eight teams of white-robed people carried eight large iron cages shrouded in black robes and slowly flew into the entrance, and finally landed steadily on the eight round platforms with totems drawn.

"Lift!"

The official who had been ready for a long time pinched the time and shouted loudly.

The black shrouds on the eight iron cages were lifted, revealing the true contents inside. The first thing that catches your eye is the eight huge iron cages engraved with mysterious magic arrays, and the second is the creatures sealed in the iron cages.

The fat brother looked at them one by one, clockwise, respectively: "Humans, birds and beasts, overlord apes, five-tailed foxes, sword tigers, demons, deep-sea dragon turtles, mirages, and sand ghosts." ”

Although it is basically in line with the totem on the stage, it is obvious that some can only be regarded as forcibly pieced together. After all, with the distant inheritance of the burial vein, the fat brother can't fully recognize the real creatures corresponding to those totems.

The fat brother continued to watch, secretly surprised in his heart. Although these caged creatures have been banned and cultivated to be completely sealed, they can only sleep in the cage, but the fat brother still feels their strength.

"Eight powerful creatures that are at least in the realm of accumulating gods!, are they just used as sacrifices?"

This is the Pope who spoke again, but instead of speaking to the ordinary monks present, he turned to Xu Lian on the side and said, "Xu Zhenren, I will rely on you next!"

Xu Lian, who was originally sitting on the side, also opened her eyes just right, smiled slightly, and said, "As you wish." ”

After Xu Lian finished speaking, she stood up, her body rose magnificently, her jade hand grabbed the air out of thin air, and a brass-colored suona appeared out of thin air. Then she wielded the suona and counted the dotted pens in the air, and eight runes were generated each.

The moment these eight runes appeared, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi surged wildly. Then the totemic imprints on the eight round platforms lit up one by one, which frightened the sleeping creatures on them, and jumped and scurried wildly.

It's a pity that even if they were invincible in the past and dominated one side, they were just lambs to the slaughter.

Then a strange scene appeared, as the color of the eight totems on the round platform became darker and redder, and the creatures above gradually lost their vitality, became older and older, and became more and more shriveled and flattened, until finally they completely turned into a dry corpse.

No matter what shape the eight corpses were when they died, at this time, these eight corpses maintained a posture of reverent worship at the end of their lives, facing the center of the entire altar.

The fat brother looked at this scene, his brows furrowed, although he didn't have the slightest impression of the whole process and the structure of the altar, but he clearly felt that there were some elements in it that were very similar to the burial vein technique.

The fat brother couldn't help but look up at the faceless woman wielding the suona, "Will she be a sister?" For the first time in the fat brother's heart, such a question arose, but unfortunately with his current identity, there was no way at all, and he was not qualified to verify it.

On the other side, with the pattern of eight dried corpses kneeling down to worship the altar, it was completed. A thin green line gradually appeared in the middle of the altar, the thin line was very weak, but it faintly revealed a soul-like aura.

At this time, the Pope of Light felt that the time was right, and he also made a move. I saw him stretch out the golden scepter in his hand, hold it high, and then draw a circle in the air.

When he finished painting, the fat brother immediately felt the feathers of the devil crow on his body leap and wanted to jump out of his clothes.

Of course, the feather has no thoughts and feelings, and it is impossible to really take the initiative to jump out, and the only explanation can only be the circle drawn by the Pope, which played a role in some kind of fueling the fire. At this moment, the feather is iron, and the circle is magnetic, which is not difficult at all.

Thinking about this, the fat brother let go of his block, let the feather leave, and merged into the sea of feathers, which he could never find again. This piece of a magnificent sea of variegated stars, beautiful from afar, full of colors, but extremely beautiful.

A sea of feathers formed, and the Pope struck his scepter over the green line of the altar. The sky was like a thin piece of paper, tearing open a hole, and a person, a corpse to be exact, fell from the hole?

"Did the Pope dig up the tomb of the gods in U City?"