The family is full of people, and it is estimated that it will be rare to go online in the next few days, so please forgive me The background will be automatically updated for three days, and see what arrangements are available at home A pig's head with an ambiguous wound on his knee after a fall Hahaha, I remembered what a buddy told me back then, the first intimate contact with his girlfriend, and his knees were grinding and rattling on the mat After the primeval god war, during the period of destruction, there were strong people who survived the world, followed the beliefs of the gods, and spread the teachings among all beings.
These strong men are the initial group of divine envoys and the original disciples of the gods.
I don't know how many years later, two hundred and eight divine envoys met on the sacred mountain, the fundamental place of the current church, and the church was formed.
These two hundred and eight oracles thus have the title of Divine Glory Pope in the history of the Church, and are more noble priesthoods than saints.
They are exalted, above all the popes, elders, churches, red-robes, and other clergy of the Church.
They are called the Yuan Zong, that is, the beginning of the church era, the meaning of the sect of the gods and gods.
For countless years, the history of the Two Hundred and Eight Yuan Sect has long been turned into a legend, and then under the rendering of generations of clergy of the church, it has become a legend, a myth, and finally only exists in ancient classics.
Unless there are old pedants who are looking for chapters and sentences, not many people in the Western Continent know the origin of Yuanzong.
Mr.
Mo is undoubtedly such a sage He gulped out blood, two lines of blood gushing out of his nostrils.
The strength continued to disperse, five or six ribs were broken in his chest, and the bones all over his body were emitting, and that kind of heart-rending and severe pain had not been experienced by Mr.
Mo for many years Since...
Since that year, the Knights of Punishment have burned down the ancestral castle of Mr.
Mo's family, tortured his beloved wife and burned him at the stake. and the pursuit of Mr.
Mo all over the world forced him to linger in the gutter like a dead dog, and it was easy to struggle to escape.
Since that dark time.
Mr.
Mo never suffered like this again.
With a heavy breath, Mr.
Mo's blood turned into a golden hedron just after his mouth.
The three major Yuan Sects just unleashed an attack through their own eyes, and they beat Mr.
Mo, whose strength had reached the peak of demigods, to the ground.
The terrifying divine power invaded Mr.
Mo's body with the power of exterminating all heretics and assimilating all alien energy.
Mr.
Mo's blood was quickly assimilated by divine power, causing the blood clots that he had lost their vitality to be assimilated into spars with divine power attributes.
"Yuanzong" Mr.
Mo smiled miserably: "Where did you come from, old immortal, if I say, the purple keel bismuth has nothing to do with me... ” The shriveled lips squirmed slightly, and a Yuan Sect whispered, "The words of mortals should not be trusted.
Your blood, your bones, your flesh, your spirit, your soul, are full of original sin, full of sin.
There is a lot of evil.
Your word is not to be trusted.
Let's take out your soul and torture all the memories in your soul source, that's really credible. ” Mr.
Mo's body suddenly stiffened.
He stared at the passage that his body had breached, the wall that had pierced.
The collapsed and shattered tree trunk, and the road in front of him that was still emitting a terrifying heat, and was knocked open by his body.
Legend has it that these old monsters of the church are all freaks who are bent on killing all heretics and have no humanity.
And so it was.
Mr.
Mo believes that he is also one of the giants of the Western Continent, and he also has extremely huge resources and extremely huge power in his hands.
But these three old immortals, even the old freaks whose form is no different from zombies, they actually have no intention of making peace with Mr.
Mo.
Mr.
Mo's soul searched for the fundamental memories in his soul origin bit by bit, which was clearly to make Mr.
Mo's soul scatter The sound of gentle footsteps kept approaching, and the three major Yuan Sects slowly approached with a large number of clergy.
The Void Eye loomed high in the sky, and a huge forbidden force imprisoned the surrounding void.
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Mr.
Mo's body trembled slightly, a dark golden light flickered on the surface of his skin, he wanted to try to escape from the void, but the void sealed by the Void Eye was so solid that Mr.
Mo, who had been hit hard, couldn't even shake the air around him.
"Stupid mortal" A Yuan Zong stepped forward slowly, he looked coldly at Mr.
Mo who was deep in the mountain, and said in a low voice: "It's strange and surprising to have the power of the peak of the Enlightener, that is, the power of the peak of the so-called demigods, why is it so vulnerable" "Confusion fills your soul and the pain is tormenting your fragile heart, mortal insight, mortal power, mortal soul, poor mortal" That Yuan Zong slowly released his energy breath, and then Mr.
Mo looked at him in shock This old guy, the aura he released was at most comparable to the power that the lower-level demigods possessed by Mr.
Mo, which was undoubtedly the gap between a small stream and an endless sea.
But such an old man, whose strength was pitifully weak compared to Mr.
Mo, just released an inconspicuous attack through his eyes, and actually beat Mr.
Mo to a serious injury Mr.
Mo smiled bitterly, he shook his head and said, "Shameless, the Yuan Sect of the Church also relied on poison to defeat the enemy?"
The three Yuan Sects laughed mockingly, and they shook their heads slightly, but they didn't bother to explain the problem.
Instead, Wright Dawn stepped forward, and he smiled gently at Mr.
Mo: "It's my idea to use the Lover's Tears of the Mermaid Empire.
Because I didn't know that the three Yuan Sects had also come here.
When His Majesty the Holy Light I issued an edict for you to see, I was ready for Lover's Tears. ” With a low smile, Wright Dawn spread out his hands: "Lover's tears have seeped into the spring water used to make tea, and they can no longer be refined, rather than waiting for a day and a night to completely nullify its effect, it is better to use it on you." ” Awe glanced at the three Yuan Sects, and Wright Chenxi said softly: "Using the poison of the fallen gods against you has nothing to do with the will of the three Yuan Sects. ” Mr.
Mo raised his face and sighed: "In this way, the three Yuan Sects really have the ability to defeat me head-on with the power of the demigod lower rank."
The three Yuanzong laughed at the same time, like ancient giants, laughing as if they saw a baby waving a wooden knife to challenge them.
A Yuan Sect smiled dryly: "We know your doubts, we know your confusion, and we know your confusion.
However, we are not obligated to answer these questions to you."
"Mortals who have been lost in the power of hypocrisy, you are not qualified to contact the true path of power at all" The three Yuan Sects bloomed with a bright smile: "We are very happy that on the first day of our brief awakening, we can get the news of the purple-veined dragon bone bismuth, and we are very happy to know that you have all gone further and further on the wrong path of power."
Mr.
Mo struggled to sit up, he threw away the words of the purple-veined dragon bone bismuth, and just stared at the three Yuan Sects with wide eyes: "The wrong way of power, we are all on the wrong path, do you think you are a human god?"
The Yuan Sect showed a strange smile, looking down on Mr.
Mo condescendingly like a true god.
Mr.
Mo struggled to his feet and staggered out of the small corridor that his body had knocked out.
He stared at the three Yuan Sects and said word by word: "The purple-veined dragon bone bismuth has nothing to do with me, and it has nothing to do with my disciples.
The wrong way of power, what are you hiding?"
Mr.
Mo's body twitched slightly, there was a trace of strange streamer in his eyes that was swirling rapidly, and his huge soul burst out with brilliant light at this moment, and a powerful existence with enough strength could see that Mr.
Mo's body was enveloped in a scorching fire at the soul level.
His heart was beating violently, nearly a hundred times faster than ordinary people, and every time it beat, his heart released a huge force that swirled around him.
A looming mermaid shadow appeared above Mr.
Mo's head, and a trace of water vapor with a strange fragrance emerged from the top of his head.
He breathed deeply, the broken ribs in his chest snapping and snapping, and the bones were healing at an alarming rate.
"Mortal, you are trying to touch an existence that you shouldn't touch" A Yuan Sect raised his left hand and slowly aimed his palm at Mr.
Mo: "You have been confused for a long time in the peak realm of the Enlightener, it's a pity, the wrong path can't go to the peak smoothly." ” A golden light came from Yuanzong's palm, this golden light that was only equivalent to a low-level saint's full force followed a strange trajectory, and it miraculously pierced through the thick dark golden qi wave that was wrapped around Mr.
Mo's body, accurately piercing his navel and spewing out from behind him.
With a slight blow, Mr.
Mo's vertebrae burst openly, his lower body suddenly lost control, and he sat on the ground in embarrassment.
Holy Light I blinked his eyes in surprise, and Wright Dawn and several other clergy from the Divine Family had extremely strange expressions on their faces, and they quickly glanced at the Church elders and archbishops who were not from the Divine Family.
"The wrong way of power brings false power," the Yuan Zong who made the shot sneered: "False power, even if you have the breath of the peak of the enlightener, how can a sharp enough knife easily dismember a giant dragon into pieces of flesh, poor mortals, confused mortals, mortals who are destined to perish, only by throwing themselves into the arms of my god, can they get the truth... ” The three Yuan Sects sighed lightly at the same time: "True detachment, true strength, facing the real world" With their soft sighs, no one even felt the slightest fluctuation of strength, Mr.
Mo's wrists were broken, his ankles were broken, his elbows were shattered, and his knees suddenly cracked open with more than a dozen miserable bloody wounds.
Important joints around him were broken, and blood was spurting from him
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