In a person's life, some are as charged as cremation, while others are calm and waveless. In the eyes of almost all people www.biquge.info the Holy Light Pope should not be under the crown of the Holy Light Pope, St. Prime, but a representative of the sparks and charges all the way.

At the age of fifteen, he killed the archbishop Jin Jiesi and others who rebelled against him, and the Great Purification Technique and the Great Deprivation Technique are unparalleled in the world!

At the age of eighteen, he defeated the other nine holy sects, and the high-level leaders of those holy sects had to rely on the teleportation array to leave one by one, leaving the continent to the Holy Light Sect.

In this year, the eighteen-year-old St. Prime was crowned Pope, and the empire that ruled the continent of Stanro fell with a bang.

Of course, there were many assassinations against Pope Saint-Preux, but these assassinations all ended in failure.

His Majesty Saint-Prime, who conquered the Stanro Continent, was not complacent about seizing the dominance of a continent, on the contrary, he led his newly established Holy Light Cult army and began to conquer again and again.

Continents and planes have been conquered by the army of St. Plea in the course of a hundred years.

The light of the Holy Light Sect shines on the whole world.

"Baston, you have been surrounded, and now you have only one way to surrender!" said a man with blond hair and blue eyes and a slender figure like a god of war in the sky, with a persuasive voice in his voice.

The object of his persuasion was also a tall man, but this man had white hair and looked quite old.

Compared to the man's age, what really caught people's attention was the wound on his chest, which was a hole the size of a baby's fist, and it was constantly bleeding.

Although the man used countless means, it was still difficult to stop the continuous flow of blood.

"Guros, you...... You traitor, a traitor to our Wind Ancient Continent, you will always be synonymous with humiliation!" The tall old man said with resentment in his voice: "Let me take refuge in St. Prelè, impossible, this matter, never!"

"The Lord said that He would deprive him of hearing that he had disrespect to himself, that he would have ears and hear any sound. ”

Bland, but it seems to imply infinite power, and this word is like the strongest rule between heaven and earth.

Even if it was Nabaston's cultivation, he was already at the pinnacle of the Great Heavenly Position, but in the face of this power of deprivation, he had no choice but to resist.

He just looked towards the void on the east side, and saw a figure in the most ordinary white robe, standing quietly in the void.

This figure gives people the feeling that it is like heaven and earth, in eternity.

"St. Preux, you're finally here. Baston sighed and said quietly.

"I have come today to return your soul to the embrace of the Lord of Light, where you can be forgiven. Zheng Ming looked at Baston with a flatness in his eyes, as if he was just saying something that had nothing to do with him.

But in fact, as a pope who has laid down nearly a hundred planes, Zheng Ming is an iron-blooded warrior full of killing in the eyes of most people, and every time he succeeds, a world is conquered.

"Since I met you, I have said that in this world, it is impossible to leave two geniuses, either you die or I die!" The moment the old man in cloth Baston said this, the long sword in his hand turned into a golden star in the sky and fell towards Zheng Ming's position.

"The Lord said that the sword would bend and eventually hurt itself. As soon as Zheng Ming's words landed, the long sword in Baston's hand was bent into the shape of a bow, and the curled blade flashed towards the old man's neck.

Baston was able to dodge, but in the end, the cloth-clothed swordmaster, who ruled over the three lands, did not move, but allowed his sword to pass through his neck.

"Although I was defeated in your hands, I was defeated without any dissatisfaction, you have conquered nearly a hundred planes, I believe that it will not take long for you to break the shackles of the Holy Light Sect and go to the next level!"

The Bastonian fell to the ground, his eyes staring at Zheng Ming tightly and said, "Here, I can only wish you success, I believe that even if you go to the territory of the Holy Lord, you will be a ......"

Nothing, Baston didn't say, and his whole being, silently, fell to the ground. Zheng Ming looked at the dead Baston and shook his head gently, although in his heart, there was a trace of heroes and heroes, but the road he was going to take was extremely close, and whoever blocked his way would be cut off by him.

"What a saint, in a hundred years, has ruled a hundred continents, and he is worthy of being a person who is optimistic about the Lord. With crisp applause, a figure walked through the separated void.

In everyone's eyes, a handsome man wearing a beautiful snow-white robe with a white circle of light on his head slowly walked from the void.

Although he was only a person, the moment he walked, a holy song immediately sounded in the void, and countless circles of light above his head, like a god-like figure, appeared around that person.

These figures are bowing to this person, praising this person, and praising this person.

Seeing this figure, Zheng Ming's heart moved slightly, and when he came to this world that belonged to the Great Saint Lord, he finally saw a little saint-level figure.

The current self is really vulnerable in front of this little saint-level figure, although he himself has reached the early stage of the star participation far beyond the Great Heaven Rank, but the gap with this person is too big.

After a hundred years of hard work, I am finally about to come into contact with the Holy Lord level.

Countless thoughts flashed in his heart, but on the surface, Zheng Ming saluted the visitor very respectfully: "The servant of the Lord, Pu Le, has seen the Holy King!"

Below the Holy Light Holy Lord, there were twelve Holy Kings, and judging from the clothes of this one, Zheng Ming judged that this person should be the Silver Light Holy King.

The Silver Radiance Saint King looked at Zheng Ming, who saluted him, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and he said softly, "No need to be polite." ”

"Saint Prele, I have been following you ever since you cultivated the Great Prophecy Technique, and now you have swept through hundreds of planes, and finally reached the most crucial step in the path of sanctification set by the Lord, from the lower to the higher. ”

"Let me ask you, would you like to be my disciple?"

How could a figure like the Silver Radiance Holy King be worthy of Zheng Ming as a master, but now, Zheng Ming was not the Great Heavenly Venerable who made the Holy Lords change color when they mentioned it, he was the Pope of one of the countless planes under the rule of the Ten Great Holy Lords.

This kind of pope, the whole world doesn't know how many, that is, he has cultivated to be extraordinary, and he has broken the shackles, so he has the conditions to become a disciple of the Silver Radiance Holy King.

"Disciple is willing!" Zheng Ming said in a deep voice to the Silver Radiance Saint King without the slightest hesitation. And the Silver Radiance Saint King was extremely happy with Zheng Ming's answer.

"Okay, I'll give you three days, you go and arrange your own affairs, and then you can go to the Sanctuary to find me. ”

As the Silver Radiance Saint King spoke, he handed a jade talisman to Zheng Ming and said, "Crush this jade talisman, and the Holy Lord will take you where you want to go." ”

Zheng Ming waited for the Silver Radiance Saint King to leave, and there was a burst of excitement in his heart, in the past hundred years, he had deduced his plan countless times, and becoming a disciple of the Saint King was the most important part of this plan.

Now, the ring has finally been decided.

Although three days is not a long time, it is enough for Zheng Ming, who has been prepared for a long time, in the past hundred years, he has cultivated hundreds of heavenly positions, and even the disciples of the great heavenly positions have cultivated twelve.

With these heavenly positions and great heavenly positions in charge, Zheng Ming's headquarters can be said to be extremely stable, and his own position as pope is given to a loyal disciple.

After completing all this, Zheng Ming directly pinched the jade talisman in his hand, and as soon as he reached the wrap of the aperture, Zheng Ming felt that his whole person had merged into a dazzling avenue.

The Avenue of Light, the Avenue ruled by the Lord of Light. In the past hundred years, Zheng Ming has been studying this Holy Light Avenue, and he can be said to be extremely familiar with the laws in the Great Dao.

It's just that this avenue of holy light is not the same as the law he contemplated in the Guiyuan Great World, in the Guiyuan Great World, the law is forbidden to be enlightened by himself, but in this holy light world, to control the law, it is not enough to comprehend it, but also needs the gift of the Lord of the Holy Light.

Of course, with ordinary rules, the Lord of the Holy Light will not be stingy at all, as long as you have cultivated to the point, you can use it.

But when he reached the Holy Level, Zheng Ming felt that without the gift of the Lord of Holy Light, he would not be able to become a person at the Little Saint level at all.

"It's a brother of St. Prelès. A peaceful voice sounded in Zheng Ming's ears, and with this voice, what appeared in front of Zheng Ming's eyes was a man who looked to be in his twenties and had a gentle face.

Zheng Ming didn't know this man, and there was no record of him in the Holy Light Divine Sect's books.

This person's cultivation is the level of the Divine Monarch, Zheng Ming did not take this person to heart in his heart, but on the surface he still said respectfully: "It is Pule down there." ”

"It is really a great joy for the junior brother to enter the Chaoyuan Holy Domain. As the man spoke, he waved his hand slightly, and the white holy light that had originally wrapped Zheng Ming disappeared cleanly.

At this time, what greeted Zheng Ming's eyes was a world like the kingdom of God.

The huge sacred tree was thousands of feet high, and on that sacred tree, there were fruits the size of a baby's fist, flashing with various colors. The grass is thicker than the legs, and the rich aura is a hundred times richer than that of the Guiyuan Great World.

Everything is on the surface of this big world, which is not trivial.

"Senior brother, although you are meditating on divine arts in the lower realm, there is always some dust in your body, and the master has invested a lot of money on you, and you have used ten bright holy fruits to exchange for a chance to use the rebirth pool. ”

The man was very complacent about Zheng Ming's shock, and after Zheng Ming came to his senses, he said to Zheng Ming with a smile.