Chapter 3: Resurrection Overture (3)

Qi Leren stood in front of the door that once made him incurable.
Behind the huge stone gate is a statue of the Virgin holding a holy sword and a black dragon crucified in front of the cross. Seven days ago, there was a friend here who once sat on the throne of the pope and looked at him with a smile.
Now thinking about it, I still feel like having a nightmare.
Worried that there was an unknown danger inside, Qi Leren removed [the etiquette of the devil], changed to the induction skills [receiving clothes in the rain], put his hand on the stone door, and pushed it gently, the stone door almost automatically in front of him On.
The statue of the Virgin and the black dragon are still there, but the metal sword in the hand of the Virgin is no longer there. Qi Leren's gaze fell on the blood on the ground, and the trail of blood trails seemed to make the scene before his death reappear.
He took a step and wanted to go there, but the first step in this step gave this deadly and broken temple an incredible change—
The tall statue of the Virgin radiates a bright light, and numerous cracks have spread from the top of its head. Qi Leren's eyes widened and looked at this horrible scene. The cracks became more and more dense. As if it had spread to the immortal corpse of the Black Dragon, the two wreckages that were more than ten meters high were instantly destroyed by time, turned into countless fragments and powders poured down, and rushed to the earth like a waterfall!
The entire site of the Holy See collapsed in a quake.
In this collapse, Qi Leren, who was overturned by the shock wave, looked at the position of the Virgin Statue stupidly.
Maria's apparition stood there, holding an object like a scepter in both hands, and approached him.
The ground was shaking so hard that Qi Leren couldn't stand up at all, but Maria's apparition came to him like a flat ground and handed him the things in front of him: "Please, bring this to the prophet , You must hand it to him. "
"Who is the prophet? Where is he?" Asked Qi Leren, confused.
"He's in the trial house in the dusk town. If you meet Ning Zhou, don't let Ning Zhou touch this thing, and don't let him see it," Maria ordered.
Qi Leren looked down at what Maria had given him, and stretched out his hand. The name of this prop is [Scepter of Hell]. The whole body is made of metal. It is heavy and dangerous. There is a huge groove on the top of the scepter. The gem that was originally set on it is gone. Only this one is left. Metal scepter exuding evil forces. This is probably an extremely powerful demon prop, which can even pollute the power of faith.
"I know, I will give it to the prophets." Qi Leren understood that the matter was important, and put away the scepter solemnly agreed.
"Thank you." Maria smiled, and leaned down on Qi Leren's forehead and gave a soft kiss.
The tender kiss was like a blessing from God. Countless golden, silvery white light spots escaped from Maria. She began to blur, but these light spots rushed into Qile people. Suddenly, he felt that he was immersed in the hot spring. The warm power soothed his stiff and tired body, and reinvigorated him with vitality and vitality.
Intoxicated by this comfortable power, Qi Leren forgot where he was, until an angry roar came over his head: "How dare you! Maria! You have to do it again and again ... ... I won't let you go! "
The Desperate Witch, who was found to have destroyed the Demon Lord's body, roared, Thundercloud condensed, lightning flashed and thundered, and the terrifying demon power brewed the power of death, and countless bats came at them!
Maria nodded anxiously at the musician: "Good boy, go, remember my words."
Said, a bright white light soared from the feet of Qile people, pierced the dark cloud-filled sky, and wrapped Qile people to the distant hometown of dusk.
In this dazzling silver-white light, Qi Leren felt that his body floated uncontrollably, as in the previous dream, rising higher and higher, and the white world was full of magnificence and magnificence With vitality and solemnity, wrapped in the Holy Light, he flew through the sky like a gliding bird, moving forward in a pure white.
Suddenly there was a sound of ethereal music in front of him. Qi Leren woke up from that detached realm and looked in the direction of the sound of music.
Countless little angels holding flowers and musical instruments flew out of a magnificent gate, happily sprinkled petals, and played beautiful music. The door seemed to be the gate of the Garden of Eden. From the open gate, a flower-filled garden could be seen. Angels holding musical instruments were playing the piano by the fountain and chanting the Father.
A young petite female angel came out of the garden, her feet lightly falling on the clouds, and smiling at the musician.
Qi Leren tried hard to see her face, but she seemed as far away as a light year from him.
"I'm a prophet," she said, "give it to me."
Qi Leren's eyes were blank, and his voice seemed to be God's will, making him involuntarily want to obey her orders.
Give the scepter of to the prophet, and she is the prophet ... This was firmly rooted in his mind.
Qi Leren did not hesitate to hold the scepter of in his hands.
[Receiving clothes in the rain] The current remaining induction times are 2/3.
Qi Leren suddenly sobered up, how could he believe that the unknown person is a prophet? !! This brainwashing deception is simply terrifying! He almost handed things over!
"Huh?" The angel on the opposite side gave a murmur of confusion, a projection of a holy angel emerged from behind Qi Leren, holding the holy sword to cut to the gate of heaven.
In a blaze of heavenly light, the world was torn apart silently, and everything that was dreamy in front of me disappeared in no time.
Under the curious attention of millions of humans and demons, the white holy light that crosses the sky canopy pauses in a black cloud, and then pierces the darkness, and continues to fly towards the dusk of the East Coast.
In the garden at dawn.
"Unexpectedly. The power of the avatar projection is not enough. Time is too hasty." The petite woman sighed.
"It is impossible to stop using the power of the realm, after all, it is the last power of the nuns." The man who tasted the wine slowly was light.
"But if you use the" ideal country ", you will be severely injured after being pierced by the Holy Light, and you will lose more than you get. Anyway, you already know the whereabouts of the thing, so let's trouble others for safekeeping." The woman said, again A smile, "But the child you like is very alert."
The red wine in the goblet was shaken gently, and the rich red was like blood.
"A person with more secrets is always more vigilant. I'm curious how many secrets he still has."
The evening home on the east coast is shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun all year round.
On the long coastline, Chen Baiqi was lying on the seawall and smoking, her sister Qian Qian was catching crabs, and suddenly found a glittering stone. She screamed in surprise and came to Chen Baiqi holding the stone. In front: "This one looks good, I want to show it to Xiaozhi!"
Chen Baiqi glanced at the stone, but it was a rare sea stone. She rubbed her sister's hair: "Okay."
"But I haven't seen Xiaozhi for a long time." Qian Qian worried about her little friend. "Is the Lord Prophet not letting him out?"
"Maybe." Chen Baiqi, who was full of belly, replied absently, "Go home for another ten minutes and go to Dead Island in the afternoon."
Qian Qian tilted her head and realized: "Is it Qiluren's top seven?"
Chen Baiqi responded softly and sighed.
The little girl didn't know her sister's heart, and kicked the sand and muttered, "Why did he die?"
"People always die." Chen Baiqi said lightly.
Sissi felt her sister's heavy mood and obediently took her arm. She was well protected by Chen Baiqi, but that doesn't mean she doesn't understand anything. She has seen many customers of Chen Baiqi. The young men and women came to her store to buy what she needed. Some people came very diligently, and some people came very little. Already.
These missing people never came again. There will always be new faces here and then disappear like those people.
Sisie remembered that when she was young, a beautiful young lady always brought her delicious candy, wrapped in colorful cellophane, each one was sweet. She loves the candy that the young lady brought. Every time she puts these good-looking sugar papers together, puts them in a small iron box, and holds a whole box.
Then one day when she was sorting out the drawers, she saw the tin box and suddenly remembered that she hadn't seen the younger sister for a long time. She thought about Chen Baiqi several times. Chen Baiqi was silent for a long time and said she Will help her find out.
She returned happily to her room, folded a bottle of Qian Zhihe with those cellophane papers, and prepared to give it to the younger sister.
But in the end, she could only send the folded paper crane to her tombstone.
On the undead island that had left the land of dusk, the warm daylight illuminated her tombstone, with her name on it, and the days she lived. There are only two simple lines of words that summarize a person's short life.
She didn't think she was so sad, but when she thought that she would never eat such delicious sweets again, she was so sad that she burst into tears.
Later, she knew where to buy this delicious candy, and it still had a sweet taste, but it wasn't from the younger sister, and she never liked it again.
She thought, in fact, she didn't like that kind of sugar so much, she just missed that little sister.
It was a carefree little girl who understood the meaning of death for the first time.
"Sister, you seem to like him very much?" Sissi asked.
Chen Baiqi took a puff of smoke, and the smoke was blown off in the sea breeze: "Because of a friend of mine, I like him very much."
"How much do you like?" Cixi asked with a smile, "Does any sister like me so much?"
Chen Baiqi looked at the innocent face of her sister and kissed her face with a smile: "Maybe you like it more than your sister likes you."
Sissi said "Wow": "It must be very much like it."
But then, Qian Qian was a little sad again: "Then he is dead now, how sad will your friend be?"
Chen Baiqi was speechless, her hands with cigarettes trembling, and there was a hint of sweet pain in the sour despair, even if only bystanders like her were suffocating.
She couldn't forget her whole life. On that heavy rainy day, Ning Zhou, who was going to the holy city with Qi Leren, suddenly returned to the dusk town and knocked on her door. She was puzzled, but stunned by Ning Zhou's calm and dead eyes. Ning Zhou came in with heavy rain, told her what happened, and despite her dissatisfaction, he resolutely went to Yongwuxiang. He didn't even know if he could survive the torture of the spiritual enchantment, or maybe he had been sleeping forever. In that cold ice field.
Fortunately, to this day, Ning Zhou's tombstone has not appeared on the Undead Island. It seems that he has successfully reached his former soul town, bid farewell to it, and go to a world full of thorns and suffering.
When the thought was not, she suddenly heard Sisi exclaiming. Chen Baiqi looked up at the sound, and looked at the sky suddenly—In the far west, there is a bright light across the sky, magnificent, holy and unmatched. Everywhere he passes is a projection of heaven. It is at dusk The sky above the town stopped and turned into a vertical beam of light.
A huge phantom of the holy angel appeared in the void, with countless feathers dancing slowly in the setting sun, almost covering the sunset. The wings continued to fade, like a heavy white rain, the phantom of the holy angel became thinner and lighter. He folded his hands on his chest, saluted to the distance, and disappeared into the golden red sunset.
After looking shocked, Chen Baiqi suddenly felt countless thoughts after being shocked: Which of the Holy See's field-level masters came to the land of dusk? The location of the advent is exactly where the prophet landed in the Twilight Land ... No, this should only be the residual power. If it is really a domain-level expert, it will not leak such a big movement at all. And the enchantment of the courthouse was not alarmed ... who on earth was it?
"Qi Qian, go home, I'll take a look, and I'll be right back." Chen Baiqi said, inserting a card into the card slot, and a projected book turned to a page in her hand. A white unicorn appeared beside her, and she turned on her horse. This unicorn-winged unicorn wind flew in the air to the place where the phantom of the Holy Angel landed.
Because of the short distance, she arrived at her destination in less than half a minute. On the undulating sandy beach, a confused figure looked around at a loss and saw Chen Baiqi's appearance. He waved at her with surprise and ran towards her.
The cigarette in Chen Baiqi's hand fell to the ground, intertwined with shock and joy, she wished to express her incredible mood at the moment with 10,000 swearing words: "I fuck, Qi Leren, aren't you dead ?! "