If you have never been to the Bright Divine Mountain, you will never be able to appreciate her majesty and magnificence, sacredness and solemnity.

In the center of the Sword Demon Continent, there is a piece of paradise, known as the Empire of Light, powerful and rich. In the center of the empire, there is a sacred land called the Bright Sacred Domain, and there is a huge sacred mountain in the Holy Domain, which is the Bright Sacred Mountain.

The Bright Divine Mountain is the headquarters of the Bright Sect of the Sword Demon Continent. The Holy See of Light is known as the existence of the first force in the mainland.

The current Pope of the Holy See of Light, Blatter Farrell, the most powerful person in the continent, the first person on the Heavenly List, the most prestigious and prestigious person in the continent, is at this moment, he is serving by the teleportation array in the depths of the altar of the Holy See.

The earth-shattering light of the teleportation array gradually dissipated, and after it gradually dissipated, the gate of the teleportation array slowly opened, and the vigorous divine power came out.

As strong as Blat, he couldn't help but squint his eyes, and ten figures wrapped in divine light slowly paced into his sight. It wasn't until he approached that Blatter suddenly realized and bowed his head sharply.

Ten people, five men and five women, are all in their twenties and thirties, the men are handsome and chic, and the women are sexy and charming. Of course, it is definitely not really twenty or thirty years old, or even thousands of years old. These are ten two-winged angels!

Usually the Pope of Light needs to burn his life to summon one two-winged angel, and ten came at once. Something must have happened! Blatter was excited, but more than that, he was afraid. I said that I had a good life in the mainland, but I am afraid that it will never return!

"Blat, is the annex ready?" said a male angel slowly.

"Dear Lord Denver, everything is ready according to your instructions!" Blatter did not look up, his tone somewhat humble.

Lord Denver is the top boss of the Sword Demon Continent's Bright Sect, a low-level two-winged angel, and the only one who has communicated with him.

"Good!" Denver nodded, noncommittal.

"Denver, is this the Pope you are talking about?"

"Yes, he's new, and he's already in office, Lord Chee. ”

"The realm of the Magister! It is indeed low! Such a realm, how can I suppress the heresy of a continent! I am not even as good as a civilian like me who is not in charge of war! It seems that the strength of the eight thousand continents under the rule of adults is too unbalanced!" Chee, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, has an explosive body, bewitching and sexy, but he is also a low-priced two-winged angel.

"Yes! Yes!" Denver said incessantly. Although Chee's strength is on par with his own, he is an inspector from the headquarters. I was already derelict in my duties, if I didn't have a good relationship with her this time, and the chief would have a small report there, I would really be done with everything!

Blatter stood quietly, unable to interject himself, and the sense of loss in his heart doubled, and he carefully led the ten people to the Angel Villa.

Xing'er, the eight heavily armored angels didn't sneer at him, and they felt a little better in their hearts, as long as they served the two uncles of Chie and Denver, he thought so in his heart.

In fact, the eight low-level and middle-level two-winged angels didn't take him seriously at all, and in their hearts, maybe except for the battle, everything else could be ignored!

"Blatter, you can handle the daily affairs of the Holy See by yourself, otherwise, I order you to investigate the details of all the people on this list for me tomorrow!" A light-wrapped scroll flew into Blatter's hand, and Chee continued: "The Varian family, focus on monitoring, if necessary, control it! ”

"Yes!"

"I heard that the Dark Holy See also has a stronghold here?"

"Yes!"

"After this matter is dealt with, let's destroy it by the way!"

"Yes!"

"Let's go down!"

"Yes!"

“......”

"Hahahaha! wow!" Chrysanthemum Boy laughed a few times, and spat blood again.

Turning his head, Qu Shaoyin's fierce gaze fell on him, "Life is very hard! You can still laugh!

The chrysanthemum boy looked at Qu Shao's gaze coldly, and did not dodge. This is full of ridicule and provocative looks, which makes Qu Shao unbearable!

"I originally wanted you to die quietly and give my aunt who I have never met a little face. Since you only want to die quickly, then the young master will fulfill you!"

Withdrawing his steps, Qu Shao walked towards the white chrysanthemum. Childe Chrysanthemum stared at Qu Shao, with a hint of madness in her eyes. The fragrant fragrance is getting closer and stronger, bending down and grabbing the placket of the white chrysanthemum. Chrysanthemum Boy's body trembled slightly, and he was lifted half-height like a bird, I don't know whether he was nervous, weak, or crazy.

Qu Shao brought his face closer, so close that he was only ten centimeters away from the other party's face, and said word by word: "Ben Shao will give you a good time, cheap seed!" After that, he raised his right hand, and formed a claw with five fingers, wanting to kill him with one claw.

Suddenly, the fighting spirit stagnated, the sea of qi rolled, and severe pain hit. Immediately afterwards, Qu Shao's face changed greatly, but he could no longer gather his strength and fighting spirit, and he was not shocked in his heart.

"You are poisoned!" The four words floated into his ears, Qu Shao was agitated, and glared at the white chrysanthemum.

"Without my antidote, you'll die!"

"Take out the antidote, I will spare you from death!"

"Haha!" Qu Shao replied with a cruel laugh, Bai Chrysanthemum spat blood again, and before he died, he pulled the enemy into the water, looking at the enemy's frightened look, which could be regarded as a kind of comfort.

As soon as Qu Shao's hand was released, the white chrysanthemum slipped to the ground, and his chest was red. Qu Shao shook his body, and his intense pathos almost knocked him down. Gritted his teeth and pulled out the short knife, since he was plotted, kill him first and earn it back!

You want to kill me, I'm afraid you're too late!" Chrysanthemum sneered in his heart. The nameless restlessness suddenly attacked Qu Shao, and there seemed to be a devil's claw scratching in his heart, and his vision was immediately blurred, as if he was in the middle,

Chrysanthemum Boy is a genius, in his thirties, and he is already a high-level apprentice magician, and he is only one step away from entering the hall and entering the ranks of magicians. He is pretentious and disdainful of using poison, and what he has on him is a tool to find flowers and willows and help the Spring Festival. A delicate little candle is a three-day drunkenness. The range of use is small, but the medicinal power is strong, and the middle person can't raise the fighting spirit and magic in a few breaths

The silver light flashed, and a cold dagger was inserted into Qu Shao's bare back, his red eyes were full of unwillingness, and in Qu Shao's mouth, the red blood hung out one by one, flowing on the face of the white chrysanthemum under him. Without the Dou Qi to protect his body, Qu Shao, who was physically strong, still couldn't resist the cold blade breaking his body. That knife, a knife full of Chrysanthemum Boy's anger, and the final blow containing Chrysanthemum Boy's life's strength, was sent out on the verge of Bai Chrysanthemum's constant coughing up blood and about to collapse, and finally received the expected result.

...... Finally, the dust settled, and there was no more sound.

There was a soft "crunch", the coffin lid slowly opened, and Erlang stepped out of it.

Looking around, it was dark. Although it was already early in the morning, the light rain and the gloomy sky outside shrouded the ruined temple in a gloomy and dim environment. A small candle flickered on the ground next to the stone statue, and when the candle that was about to burn out erupted in colorful demon flames, it was finally extinguished in a "poof" sound.

There was another "crunch", followed by a "bang", and in the far corner, a coffin lid fell aside, and a person jumped out of the coffin. While hurriedly shaking off the rope that was still hanging on his body, he was still scolding and scolding: "Bastard, plot against the old lady, I'm angry!"

glanced at Erlang, as if he was a little surprised, and just wanted to ask. The corner of his eye swept to Qu Shao and the chrysanthemum boy,

"Oh, oh, oh" ran over in a few steps, and kicked Qu Shao with one kick. "Let you get scared, the old lady hears it all, you scum!"

Turning his head, he looked at Jiro. "Hey, little one, why are you here? Are you here for me?"

Without answering, Jiro's eyes focused on the coffin beside him. He clearly remembered that there was a piece of fabric that had gone in like lightning, and he had been eavesdropping on the conversation, and he had always thought it was frost-free, but since it wasn't, what could it be in there?

"Hey, stinky boy, why are you staring at this coffin? You're afraid of ghosts, cowards!" Wushuang approached with a big grin, and slapped the lid of the coffin three times in a row.

"Crunch" The coffin lid slowly moved away, "Ahhh

"Hey!" a sigh came as a woman slowly stood up.

"Female ghost!" Wushuang was scared, but his eyes were peeking out of curiosity.

Erlang beside him was surprisingly calm, without even a trace of nervousness, and even showed a good-looking smile on his face.

Nima, does the little guy like female ghosts? The woman turned slowly, and when she faced the two of them, Wushuang exclaimed, "Ahh