He was stunned for a moment and couldn't believe his ears. His attainments of heavenly secrets are far above Venerable Mingde. How is this possible? Venerable Mingde's attainments of heavenly secrets are among the top three in the world. The other person and demon's attainments of heavenly secrets are only slightly higher than Venerable Mingde, and it will not cause such a terrifying backlash.''

"Doesn't this mean that there is an amazing figure behind the blood-deviled man?" Master Yan felt as cold as a fallen ice cellar, and was really shocked by this speculation.

"That's true, junior brother, don't be so stubborn. You harm others and yourself. I'm afraid I'll be blind forever!" Master Mingde comforted him earnestly, and his hands moved together, immediately stopped the wound and continued to bleed. Losing his eyes means that he has always lost the ability to deduce the secret of heaven, which is more painful for him than killing him.

He stood there blankly, his face pale, and he felt extremely unwilling. Can't he ever find a ruthless person to settle the accounts today? No, even if a great man behind him cannot protect him forever, he can always find a chance to attack and must kill him.

The old man, who was thousands of miles away from Turtle Island, seemed to feel something. He opened his sleepy eyes and muttered: "It seems that someone is counting Xiao Cheng, but... whoever is counting is unlucky..." After Turtle said that, his heavy eyelids closed again and fell into a long sleep.

Mr. Gui has lived for more than 5,000 years, and his magical skills have reached the pinnacle. He has not calculated the origin of Xiao Cheng, and has been backfired. Moreover, Venerable Mingde naturally cannot calculate anything.

This time, Master Mingde was actually quite lucky. He just touched the layer of Tianji Mirror blocking. Strictly speaking, losing his eyes was backfired by Tianji Mirror. If he touched a higher level of Tianji barrier, it would not be as simple as losing his eyes, and he would probably die suddenly on the spot.

...

In the early morning, the Vatican was filled with soft morning light, and the mist-covered Holy See was filled with mystery. In a magnificent hall deep in the Holy See, two old men sat.

An old man was wearing a golden dress and a ruby ​​crown on his head. He exuded the powerful aura of a superior. He sat upright on the throne. He was August, the contemporary Pope of the Holy See.

August is old, with wrinkles on his face, some ugly old man spots, and his eyelids are drooping. If he takes off his gorgeous clothes and crown, he will probably be mistaken for him to be just an ordinary widowed old man in his twilight years.

Sitting down his seat was an archbishop in red, reading the file for August.

Archbishop Ulyssus finished reading the file, pondered for a while, and said solemnly: "Brook and the three young dragon knights are all dead. I wonder what arrangements are there for the crown prince?"

"No, they are not dead, but they return to God's arms. We must firmly believe this!" August shook his head, and his tired eyelids finally opened up a little. He said sadly: "I feel very sad about their return. It seems that there are indeed some talents in this generation of Eastern cultivation world. I didn't expect that they are not opponents of young and powerful Eastern people.

Their return means the failure of this action. We can only treat this action as a test of the strength of the Eastern cultivation world. However, their death, oh, it should be said that return is not necessarily a bad thing!"

"Isn't it a bad thing?" Cardinal Ulyssus looked at August in confusion.

"Maybe it is because of their sacrifice that we have a firm ally!" August said, standing up, tidying up his clothes, and picking up the crutches at his hand. He smiled faintly: "I should go to Longshan now to see Nicholas' attitude!"

Ulyssus seemed to understand something. After August said that, his whole body suddenly emitted a golden halo, and his whole body became sacred and inviolable. At the same time, the wrinkles on his face were much less, and his hunched body became straight.

"The Gate of Space!" August shouted softly, without chanting, the crutch pointed at the air in front of him, and a brilliant space gate immediately appeared in the air. August disappeared into the Gate of Space in the blink of an eye.

At this time, it was noon at the Dragon Clan Holy Mountain, and more than a dozen pterosaurs were hovering in the sky. There were vague roars and quarrels in the magnificent Dragon Temple. In the tall and magnificent hall was a strong and heroic blonde man and a cold and beautiful lady. The man was the contemporary dragon emperor Nicholas, and the lady was naturally the Silver Dragon Queen Philomina.

"No, I must make the Eastern cultivators pay the price. I want to take revenge on them. Although Carl is just the son of my illegitimate son, he is still my kissing grandson. My first grandson was killed by the Eastern cultivators. They even ate his meat. I want them to bear the anger of our dragon clan!" Nicholas roared.

"Nicolas, don't you know that you are stupid dragon? Even if our dragon clan is strong enough, he is not an opponent of the entire Eastern cultivation world. We have attacked the Eastern cultivation world many times in the past, but in the end they ended in failure. Have you forgotten?" Queen Silver Dragon scolded coldly.

"Of course I know that I have experienced it, but my descendants were killed and cooked and shared. Could it be that's it?" Nicholas roared, his face twisted and extremely hideous.

And at this moment, a gentle voice suddenly came from outside the hall gate: "Of course I can't forget it like this!"

Nicholas and Philomina were both in anger. They were the supreme powers of the Dragon Clan, so how could others let others interrupt? They shouted angrily at the same time: "Who is interrupting? Come out!"

August walked slowly from the backlight, his face full of warm smile, which made people feel like a spring breeze. August smiled and said, "Old friend, long time no see!"

Nicholas and Philomina saw the appearance of the visitor clearly and were both stunned. Unexpectedly, August would suddenly appear outside the Dragon God Temple in the Dragon Clan Holy Mountain. There was a magic circle here, so outsiders could not enter. It seemed that August had broken through the boundaries and became a magic god who surpassed the holy level.

"August, I think you should know that this is the forbidden area of ​​the Dragon Clan. You shouldn't break into this place. It's very impolite. What did you just say?" Nicholas asked with a frown, suppressing his anger.

August bowed to Nicholas and said with a smile: "I'm really sorry to break into this place rashly. I'm just as sad as you, Dragon Emperor. The three strong men of my Holy See also died in the East. I think Dragon Emperor, you know very well, so I came to ask Dragon Emperor, I wonder if the Dragon Emperor is intent to join forces. Let's launch a holy war to attack the East's cultivation world!"

Nicholas' eyelids twitched, a little shocked. He just wanted to take revenge on the Eastern world of practice and retreated with one blow. He never thought of invading and occupying the Eastern world of practice. At present, August's meaning was obviously to attack and occupy the Eastern world.

"Are you sure?" Nicholas pondered for a while and asked in a deep voice.

"I am absolutely sure, but it will take a while to wait. It has not been arranged properly yet!" August nodded confidently.

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Chapter completed!