Chapter 604: You are the most touching fruit

"Do you know what you are doing?"
The sound oozed from the pope's lips, unlike the sound of the previous water, cold and biting.
Chen Changsheng looked at his eyes and said seriously: "I know exactly what I am doing."
He behaved calmly, actually very nervous, the hand holding the wheelchair armrest trembling gently, and even the blood on his face faded a little because of his emotions.
He did not use the method of burning swords to control the movement of Zhenyuan to a certain extent to ensure that the speed of true blood penetration into the body was not too fast.
But the strongest man in the world like His Majesty the Pope can naturally smell his blood at such a short distance.
The star sea in the eyes of His Majesty the Pope has become a violent galaxy.
Chen Changsheng is taking risks, risking his life, even more dangerous than this.
He did it on purpose.
Unable to know Master’s intentions, Uncle Pope is his most important elder in this world, but he is also the person he cannot trust most.
The Pope previously said that Archbishop Meilisha was not malicious towards himself, so what about himself?
He must know clearly what the Pope’s attitude towards himself is, whether he is benevolent or malicious towards himself.
If the Pope is malicious to himself, then the greatest benefit he can get from himself is to eat himself.
This kind of temptation and desire is more important than the throne and more important than power.
What will the Pope do?
He quietly looked at the violent galaxy in the Pope's eyes, his nervous emotions gradually dissipated, and all that remained was peace, real peace.
The Pope looked at him, and the violent galaxy in his eyes became more terrifying, as if he could devour the whole world at any time.
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Xu Yourong stood in the light, quietly looking at the mural on the wall, raising his head, but not looking up.
The twelve sages are painted on the mural. These twelve sages are not all saints, but they have played an extremely important role in the history of the state religion, and their status is even higher than that of the saints.
It is said that this tens of feet high stone wall and the materials used in the painting are mixed with sky stone chips. As long as there is a little external light source, it can excite infinite light.
So no matter day or night, this place will always be so bright and solemn.
Suddenly, the light in the hall became brighter and even dazzling.
Xu Yourong narrowed his eyes slightly, his beautiful eyes were like willow leaves, and like sword blades.
She felt the violent energy in the light and opened her arms.
With two snaps, Tong Gong was held by her in her left hand, and Zhaijian was held by her in her right hand.
A cry!
White wings spread behind her, slowly fluttering.
In addition to the twelve sages, there are many saints and envoys on the mural.
The at the highest point made his expression indifferent, but his eyes were extremely tyrannical, as if he wished to devour all his life before his eyes.
The deity was destroyed.
Looking at the in the mural, Xu Yourong looked calm.
Standing in the Hall of Light for this period of time, she has not completely repaired the injuries in the body and restored the True Element and the Holy Light, but she is ready to fight.
She has forcibly raised the state to the top, with Tong Gong on the left, Zhai Jian on the right, and wings flying together.
If the battle really begins, she will burn her Tianfeng true blood at all costs.
Although she has not gathered stars yet, even in this state, even Guan Baishi exhibits the strongest Tiandao sword, she is not necessarily her opponent.
However, her opponent in this battle was not Guan Bai, or the messenger of destruction in the mural, but the old man behind the stone wall of the mural.
The old man is the strongest in the world.
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Separated from the wall of the main hall of light.
The Pope stood in front of the wheelchair and looked at Chen Changsheng. The galactic river in his eyes was violently rushing, and the expression on his face was very indifferent, like a ruthless ignorant god.
Chen Changsheng knew that at the most critical moment, his mood was relaxed.
The truth is hidden behind the night, and he cannot see it clearly with his wisdom, so he chooses to use this most brutal method to tear the night, even if it is only a corner.
Suddenly, the sound of water stopped.
The clear water had previously fallen from the wooden scoop hanging in the air into the green leaves in the pot.
Chen Changsheng had seen the Pope watering the green leaves several times and knew that the water in the wooden scoop seemed to be endless.
However, the water in the wooden scoop seems to be empty today.
At the moment when the sound of water stopped, the pope's body shivered a little, and the streaks of star lights that fell on his sackcloth, like the runes, were deformed and somewhat blurred.
The violent galaxy deep in the pope's eyes also had a moment of stagnation at that moment.
The night breeze flicked the green leaves, the starlight illuminated the night dome, and I wonder how much historical truth is hidden in the old wrinkles, gradually deepening...
The pope closed his eyes.
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The Siyuan Taoists, the red cardinals, and more priests from the palace were all outside the main hall of light at this time.
They had already noticed the strange things inside the temple, especially the violent energy that spilled out of the light outside the temple, which made them tremble.
In the holy glory, they vaguely saw a pair of white wings spreading behind Xu Yourong, and they were able to witness the legendary Tianfeng bloodline advanced awakening, which was very worthy of shock, but they were unable to experience this at this time. This kind of feeling, because they know there must be something big happening.
The Siyuan Daoren could no longer stay where they were, and they rushed into the ten thousand rays of light in the temple with a chill on their faces.
As the national education giant, he has the super strength of the peak of the star, and it is only half a step away from the sacred realm. The light containing the violent energy cannot stop his footsteps.
However, when he came deep into the hall, he didn't know what he should do.
He vaguely knew that something was happening, but he didn't know what happened.
The white wings sway slowly, Xu Yourong holds the bow in her left hand, and holds the sword in her right hand. The calm expression hides the dignity of a predatory enemy, but she does nothing after all.
It is impossible for Siyuan Daoren to take the lead in this situation. You have to know that Xu Yourong is the saint in the south and has the same status as the pope in the state religion. It can be said that it is a great sin.
Xu Yourong did nothing but just quietly looked at the mural on the stone wall.
She felt very clearly that although the light overflowing from the mural was still blazing, the violent feeling was gradually returning to silence.
She looked at the mural quietly, and the people in the mural looked at her quietly.
In addition to destroying the angels and the saints in the clouds, there are also twelve sages standing on the ground and pitying the sufferings of the world.
The eyes of those sages are so clear and bright, and their expressions are so gentle and compassionate.
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The pope opened his eyes, and the violent galaxy deep in his eyes had disappeared, and he could not see the vast sea of ​​stars, just a piece of lucidity.
His eyes are so clear and bright, his expression is so gentle and compassionate.
He turned and walked to the green leaves in the pot, took the wooden scoop in the air, filled a pot of water in the pool, and poured it into the pot.
The green leaves that had turned yellow at a certain moment due to the violent breath suddenly became green again.
The pope filled a pool of water in the pool again and drenched himself, getting wet from head to toe.
He filled another cup of water and walked to the wheelchair.
The water drops dripped down the white hair, and the soaked linen was attached to the body, revealing the body that was old and thin.
With a clatter, the Pope poured the water in the wooden scoop on top of Chen Changsheng's head.
The night palace was dark, and there was very little sunlight, and the cold water in the pool was hard to dispel. Chen Changsheng was so shocked and soaked.
A faint heat mist rose from the surface of his body, but failed to float away, so he was gently brushed by the pope and dispersed to nothing.
His hot body suddenly returned to normal temperature, and the blood that was leaking out of the body was also suppressed.
The Pope put the wooden scoop back in place, took two dry towels, and gave Chen Changsheng one.
"I now know why your master named you Changsheng." The Pope wiped the water stains off his face and said to Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng wiped his face and did not speak.
"Sure enough, after eating you, it is possible to obtain longevity." The pope's voice was very calm.
Looking at the slightly damp towel in his hand, Chen Changsheng said, "Master said that it was the reason why the soul entered the blood, but I don't really believe it."
"Everyone has a soul, who can be so touching? Your difference is that you have countless holy lights in your body."
The Pope looked at him, his eyes far away, as if looking at another world.
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