"It's not good, it's not good."
The great elder hurriedly came to the main hall of the castle manor and said loudly to the Pope who was sitting quietly above.
"How unbecoming is it to be in a panic?"
the Pope said calmly, with a sense of majesty in his words.
The First Elder was excited, and his mind suddenly calmed down a lot.
He quickly stood firm, and after saluting respectfully, he said: "Dear Lord Pope, my subordinates and the Second Elder went to the museum to check on suspicious people, and found that all the museum security guards were unconscious.
The treasure was stolen, and I asked the second elder to stay at the scene and come to report it."
"Yeah, I got it."
The Pope still looked unhurried, but the Great Elder clearly felt that the Pope's hand that often gently caressed the staff stopped.
This was a sign of the Pope's anger.
The Great Elder couldn't help but become distracted: "It seems to have been more than sixty years since the last time I got angry.
What happened last time?
By the way, it seemed to be when the country was attacked during World War II."
"Do you know who did it?"
The pope still had the same calm tone, and he didn't look angry at all.
"My subordinates are incompetent and cannot be found."
The elder quickly calmed down and replied.
"Well, come with me."
The Pope said calmly.
The two walked through the main hall, passed several corridors, and came to a secret room.
There was only one thing in the empty secret room, which was a gold booth in the middle.
On top of the booth was a box made of gold.
The Pope put his withered hand on the golden box on the stand and began to sing softly, the ancient language.
Apart from the Pope himself, there is only one person in the world who can understand it, the next Pope.
The chanting was getting louder and louder, and the whole room was buzzing, as if thousands of saints were chanting together.
The Pope's body was full of energy and blood, and he still looked a little sick, as if he had been beaten.
Like a blood-soaked God of War, his hair and beard were flying back, and his huge momentum was as surging as if it were real.
The elder was so shocked that he took a few steps back to stabilize his body.
The Pope suddenly shouted loudly: "Hallelujah" A vision suddenly appeared in the room.
A holy book suddenly appeared above the golden box, glowing with holy light, which made people feel the urge to worship.
The Pope humbly performed the ancient kowtow, then stood up and said respectfully: "God, the great and omnipotent God, your loyal messenger begs for your guidance as to who is the murderer."
With that, the Pope He stretched out his right hand and placed it on the Bible.
The holy book is the real original manuscript of the Bible.
It is said to be something used by God and has very powerful spirituality.
But it is just a legend.
Who has seen it before by ordinary people?
After a while, the pope's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and he said coldly: "God has already had an oracle.
It is the same person who was responsible for the KGB assassination.
The Golden Knight and the Fire Knight have been defeated in his hands.
Go find them."
Come to him immediately if there is any news, don’t do anything.”
There is a saying in the Yanhuang Kingdom that God is watching when people do it; there is a saying in the West that God is watching you.
It seems that these words are not unreasonable or unreasonable.
In fact, to put it bluntly, it is also a special function that can predict the past.
After this special function evolves to a certain level, it can also predict the future.
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This is very similar to the "clear mind and nature" of martial arts practitioners. at.
After Zao Wuji's martial arts practice reached the elixir level, he could predict who did it based on the slightest details of the incident, and he could also feel the danger that was about to happen in the future to a certain extent.
This is not surprising at all.
Li Jinglin, the swordsman during the Republic of China, was slightly less capable.
Predicting what will happen in the future is recorded in history books.
"It is indeed this heretic."
The great elder said harshly.
"Let's go find it."
The Pope still looked calm, as if he was not angry at all.
"Dear Lord Pope, I won't bother you to do it yourself.
The Second Presbyterian and I will take care of these matters."
The First Elder said respectfully.
"The matter is too important to allow for mistakes," the Pope said and walked toward the hall.
The two came to the museum and saw that the museum had been put under martial law.
A large number of police were guarding the outside.
Several leaders and the second elder were discussing something.
The Pope said calmly: "No need, let them handle it."
The voice was very low, but the second elder below was obviously taken aback.
After quickly exchanging a few words with the others, he walked towards the Pope.
At this time, several figures came from other directions and met the Pope.
They were the ones who were arranged to go.
Two elders patrolling other places.
The Pope didn't say much, but glanced at the Great Elder, who hurriedly said: "The museum has been stolen, and the murderer has been found.
The Pope summoned everyone to catch the murderer.
In addition, this murderer is the one who made this place a fuss. people."
Everyone didn't ask any more questions, just followed the Pope and walked ahead. ┅┅.
After meeting up with Cheng Gang and others at the hotel, Zao Wuji handed the treasure of the museum to Cheng Gang to take with him, and then said: "How did you do your work?
Did you leave any traces behind?"
"No."
Cheng Gang and others responded confidently.
"It's okay if you don't.
I feel that this place is very dangerous and I must leave immediately."
Zhao Wuji expressed his bad feelings.
In the hazy state, Zhao Wuji already felt that he had been discovered and that a powerful enemy was coming.
Everyone felt very trusting in Zao Wuji, so they quickly packed up their things and walked outside.
As soon as they arrived at the hotel lobby, they saw a large group of people wearing traditional missionary costumes coming in from the outside and blocking the door tightly.
In fact, the worry in Zhao Wuji's mind suddenly became clear.
He looked at the person in surprise, knowing the source of the danger, and whispered: "Everyone, please pay attention, it's them, they have a very strange fighting method, so be careful."
The Pope looked at the people coming and going around him, looked at Zhao Wuji calmly, and said, "How about we talk somewhere else?"
Of course, Zhao Wuji understood the subtext behind these words.
A fight here would definitely involve innocent people.
Although Zhao Wuji was aggressive, he didn't want to increase the number of killings.
He nodded, although he didn't know how the other party found him.
Since the other party had already come to his door.
Now that we are here, there is no reason not to fight.
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With a high fighting spirit in his heart, he said coldly: "Lead the way."
The Pope smiled faintly and took the lead to fly forward, followed closely by the four elders, followed by ten of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table.
It was a huge lineup.
Zhao Wuji secretly nodded to his own people, and everyone nodded in tacit understanding.
It doesn't matter.
Following up, Zhao Wuji's mental perception force made a thorough investigation of the people in front of him, and found that the one at the front was the most powerful, and the other four were similar, but they were all much stronger than the Twelve Knights of the Round Table.
Thinking of the strength of the twelve Knights of the Round Table, Zhao Wuji hesitated a little.
The remaining ten Knights of the Round Table were enough for everyone to drink.
Those four old men were more powerful than the Knights of the Round Table.
How could we fight this battle, not to mention the one in front of us?
The old guy in the lead is even more enigmatic.
Zhao Wuji was a man who was strong in the face of strength.
He would not give up easily or admit defeat easily.
He followed these people silently.
Cheng Gang and the four others followed behind, standing in four directions, vigilantly observing their respective directions and being on guard.
With.
Everyone came to a deserted mountain and landed in an open space.
The four elders of the Holy See lined up in a semicircle, followed by the remaining ten Knights of the Round Table, and in the middle was the Pope.
The Pope looked at Zhao Wuji with a faint expression.
Said: "Since ancient times, there has been no communication between the ancient martial arts circles of the East and the West.
Do you want to come here and give me an explanation?"
"Sir, you're just pretending, and you'll fight if you want.
That's all nonsense."
Zhao Wuji shouted deliberately and arrogantly.
Firstly, he suspected that the other party looked down on him, and secondly, he angered the other party and confused his mood.
No matter which way, it would be right to fight for a while.
I have strength on my side.
"You are an ancient warrior.
When you come to my western country, are you not afraid of causing a war between the two countries?
Or are your elders not telling you this?"
The Pope changed his indifferent tone just now, and his tone was a little hard.
He looked at Zhao Wuji coldly, with an imposing manner.
It started to soar.
No one would be in a good mood if someone scolded them like this.
In an instant, a withered old man suddenly became rosy, his complexion became unparalleled, his body became much rounder and stronger, and his rickety waist also straightened up.
He still looked like an old man, he was like a god of war.
Although his appearance was a bit old, he still looked like a god of war.
Unrivaled fighting spirit surged like waves in the sea.
Zhao Wuji used his magical skills to easily block this substantial aura, and did not take the initiative to attack.
He said coldly: "The KGB bullied people too much.
They used heavy weapons to bomb my home.
Old man, do you think I should come?"
This old man with unfathomable strength, Zhao Wuji showed no sign of respecting the elderly and caring for the young.
"Oh, I don't want to care about worldly things, and I won't care about them.
But if you take something from the museum, please exchange it back.
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I can stop asking about this matter."
The Pope's tone began to become colder, and his fighting spirit became more and more high.
Yue Sheng, especially after discovering that his previously indestructible momentum was blocked by an invisible wall and unable to make any progress, he couldn't help but be surprised and aroused the fighting spirit in his heart.
In the Pope's view, Zhao Wuji is still very young.
Even if he started practicing from his mother's womb, it would only take more than ten years.
What can he achieve in more than ten years?
What ancient Eastern warriors can be accomplished after they grow old?
People are a little weird.
It seems that they are going to have to go through a lot of trouble today.
Thinking of this, the Pope gave a secret gesture to the four people behind him, asking them to keep the security tight and not let anyone escape.
"Museum, what kind of museum?"
Zao Wou-ki is not that stupid.
He admits what should be admitted and never admits what should not be admitted.
This is not a matter of courage.
Admitting to the museum is undoubtedly courting death and will cause endless troubles from this country.
Don't even think about it in the future. quiet.
"If you don't admit it, let me remind you."
As he said this, the Pope suddenly took out something, put it in his hand and began to chant.
Zhao Wuji became curious.
This thing looked like a crown.
He took a closer look.
Look, it's actually something like a crown made of thorns.
Huo Ran, this thing emitted a strong white light, like a white light lamp, shrouding Zhao Wuji and looking particularly strange in the night.
Magic weapon Zhao Wuji looked at this thing in amazement, and suddenly felt the sound of Sanskrit singing ringing in his ears, as if there were thousands of choirs singing at the same time, exuding a majestic and holy aura that made people dare not muddy.
There is an urge to worship.
"Not good."
Zhao Wuji was shocked, knowing that he had been tricked.
Curiosity kills people.
He didn't expect these people to have such mental attacks.
In an instant, the Sanskrit chants became louder and louder, and his brain felt like thousands of needles pricking him.
Zao Wuji knew that he could not wait any longer, and it would be over if he didn't fight back. 160420oshow7: