Who is the Saint King of Asceticism? The peerless power of the Sith Empire, second only to the Pope of Sith, can compete with the Holy Lord of Tianshui Palace back then. Even if Xue Wuhen, the sword saint, faces the Saint King of Asceticism, he will lose more than he wins, not to mention the Saint King of Fusheng, Li Xiaoyun, and others.

Being able to gain the admiration of the ascetic saint king fully reflects the value of the royal court at this moment.

"His Royal Highness Glory, I began to believe that if all of this was thought out by him, his talent was indeed more than Colos, and I am completely worthy of my personal trip to ASEAN."

Rongguang nodded: "I believe that besides these, there is something even more amazing about him, that is his computing power."

Speaking of this, his eyes turned to Wang Ting, and there was a kind of attention from the heart in his eyes: "His Highness Wang Ting's computing power is the strongest among all people I have ever seen. None of them. Even if I were me, my computing power back then could not be compared with him. I believe that as long as he trained well, his computing power would definitely surpass me in the future."

"Are you talking about your Yi Jianzhi?"

"Yi Jianzhi cannot exert his calculation ability to the limit. I believe that in the future, he will definitely be able to create a sword technique that is more powerful than my Yi Jianzhi."

"Is that true? Your Highness Glory, your vision is indeed unique. No wonder even the Pope trusts you so much. Well, Your Majesty has taken time recently and plans to meet this junior whom you highly praised by Your Highness Glory. I am here today and I have the intention to bring him there."

"His Majesty the Pope wants to see His Highness the Royal Court?"

"good."

"It's great. I believe that with His Majesty's personal charm, you can definitely convince His Highness the King's Court to keep His Highness."

"certainly."

The Ascetic King said, and glanced at Wang Ting: "I wonder if you, the first ASEAN legendary swordsman, have the courage to go to His Majesty's palace with us?"

"The name of the most powerful man in the mainland shocked all countries, and I naturally hope to see the style of this number one in the mainland."

Wang Ting responded calmly.

What he said was indeed what he was thinking.

"Then let's go."

"Sir Ascetic King, I will go with you."

Rongguang said, and followed quickly.

As a legendary swordsman who is less than one person in the Sith Empire, the power of glory is extremely huge. Even a swordsman like the Ascetic Saint King is on par with him. At least on the surface, he must show a certain respect for him. With such a huge reputation, there is naturally the privilege of going to the Sith Pope's palace without invitation.

Ignoring Chu Tianliu and others, the group of three people soon got on their own aerial mounts and quickly headed towards the tower of Pope Sith.

Just as the kings of the Great Xia Kingdom have an Eternal Temple and an Eternal Mountain, there is also a holy mountain in the capital of the Sith Empire. Moreover, compared with the sacred mountain of the Eternal Temple, this holy mountain is many times larger than the sacred mountain of the Eternal Temple, and the strong people living in the mountains are also many times more.

A distance of dozens of miles. Wang Ting looked at it and saw a high tower and small palace, no less than hundreds. In each palace and tower, there was a powerful cultivator living in some of the towers. Some of the towers were built in the grand and ancient, and even the towers of the most powerful legendary swordsmen could not match them. The number of layers reached the level of twenty-three or four, and there were ten***. The swordsman-level powerhouses of the Sith Empire were living inside.

Through the number of floors of these towers, Wang Ting could also vaguely determine the strength of these people. The only exception is glory.

Glory is not a sword saint, but his tower has a higher number of layers than most sword saints, fully reflecting his high position and power in the Sith Empire.

“It’s right in front.”

Rongguang said while riding on a dragon eagle.

This dragon eagle is only as powerful as a high-level ferocious beast, but it is still easy to carry a person.

Wang Ting looked ahead. The Pope Tower with an Immortal Holy Sun was so eye-catching everywhere. I am afraid that any cultivator who had just entered the Sith capital would first see the brilliant light emitted by this Immortal Holy Sun.

In order to show respect for the Pope of the Sith, even though the Ascetic King and Rong Guang had the privilege of directly landing their mounts on the Pope of the Sith, they still controlled their mounts early and stopped in a place not far from the square for mounts to park. Some swordsmen who were waiting next to them ran up and took over their mounts.

Although these servants are only high-level swordsmen, they are filled with a calm and composed calmness in every word and action. Even the two in front of them are the sword saints of the Sith Empire, and the other is the left arm and right arm that Pope Sith is quite interested in, and they still show neither humble nor arrogant. Such self-control is definitely not something that ordinary high-level swordsmen can possess.

Obviously, even a swordsman who is guarding his mount is not a simple character in the tower of Pope Sith.

"Count the time, I haven't seen His Majesty the Pope in more than a month."

As he entered the tower, Rong Guang sighed loudly.

"His Royal Highness Glory has been busy improving the disadvantages of war puppets for more than a month. Even if His Majesty the Pope wants to summon His Royal Highness, it is not easy to disturb him too much. If I am not wrong, the war puppets are almost perfect now."

"The key is the control problem."

Rong Guang had no intention of avoiding Wang Ting at all, and said bluntly: "I have recently studied the method of controlling the dead in the God of the Underworld system, and have made new breakthroughs. In the past, if I had to remotely control these war puppets artificially, not only would the opponent's soul be powerful, but the number of controls not exceeding ten. Now, after only half a year of training, I can ignore the strength of the soul. One person can control ten, or even more than a dozen war puppets to fight. Moreover, the control distance has been increased from less than three hundred meters before to one thousand meters."

"Are you going to fight in a gang? The distance of kilometer is still too short."

"I naturally understand this, and I will find a way to solve it."

"His Royal Highness Glory needs to be as soon as possible. We have received the news that half a month ago, the Kingdom of Daxia sent a secret envoy to the Snowfield Empire to visit the royal family of the Snowfield Empire. The royal family of the Snowfield Empire also received this envoy. Obviously, they have noticed the plans of our Sith Empire. Some secret conspiracies are almost out of the way. Soon, it is time to take action with real swords and guns."

"I believe that within one year, there will be a clear result."

The Ascetic King nodded, and he naturally knew that Rong Guang's efforts over the years would not be too anxious to do so.

"His Royal Highness Glory, Lord Ascetic King."

While the two were chatting, a woman who looked twenty-six or seven years old and had a mature atmosphere had already walked down from the upper floor of the tower and greeted her slightly: "Master, I have been waiting in the study when I learned of the arrival of you two."

"Your Highness Yuemian, I'm working hard."

The woman known as Yuemian nodded slightly and walked into the study with the two. At the same time, she glanced at Wang Ting.

While the woman looked at Wang Ting, Wang Ting's eyes naturally fell on her.

Based on this abbreviation and the royal court's understanding of many powerful people in the Sith Empire, he had already guessed that this woman was another disciple of Pope Sith who specialized in practicing sword power. Moreover, the time he practiced sword power was longer than Chu Tianliu.

pity……

His method of using the power of Chu Tianliu Sword to attack the blockade of the true qi of the Ascetic Saint King has been seen through by Rong Guang, otherwise he can use her power to attack the true qi in his body to blockade.

The Pope Sith seemed to like light very much and clean.

The entire tower has excellent light transmission effect. Even in a slightly dark place, there are star-glorious stones. These stones will always emit shining light and shine around.

The style of the inner dimensions of the high tower is mainly white, with white ceilings, white walls, and white carpets. Moreover, there are always people responsible for cleaning the hygiene of the high tower. Even if you walk through some ventilated corridors and aisles, it is difficult to see the falling dead leaves and dust.

Under the rendering of colors and light, walking in the tower will naturally make people feel a strange holiness in their hearts.

"The master is in the study."

Jin Yuemian, who was leading the way in front, said a few steps forward and pushed the door open.

The color of the room still has no special changes. Under the ceiling, there is a large chandelier that looks like a beautiful work of art. If it is at night, the room will definitely shine like daytime under the chandelier.

"His Majesty the Pope."

When I entered the room, even though I was as proud as the ascetic saint, I lowered my head slightly and respectfully bowed to a middle-aged man writing in front of the desk.

And Colos, who was called one person and one person, was even more excited when he was bowing, as if a star-chasing person had seen his idol and could not calm down.

“No need to be so restrained.”

The middle-aged man at the desk raised his head and said slightly to the glory, the two of the Ascetic Saint Kings. In the voice, there seemed to be a breath like spring breeze, which made people unconsciously calm down.

Pope Sith!

This is the first time that Wang Ting has witnessed this strongest man in the mainland!

A peerless figure who is ahead of all sword saints in the entire continent in one era!

The Pope of Sith, who is definitely over one hundred, looks only thirty or forty years old, with a small crown on his forehead. The gem in front of the crown exudes a deep and dark glow as deep as the universe. There are many white hairs on his temples, but these cannot hide the faint elegance and wise temperament of his body. Compared to the name of the most powerful man in the mainland, the Pope of Sith, who is present in front of the royal court at this moment, seems more like a wise man and a prophet.

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(I originally planned to find the picture of the Elf King in the Lord of the Rings to set this character, but later I felt that the temperament of the two seemed to be inconsistent, so I had to give up.) (To be continued...)
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