blogombal Chapter 749
Chapter 749
A cold remark, hiding endless confidence,
It seems that the top of the four military regions is within his reach.
A tall figure in dark armor stepped down from the second floor and stood behind Meimei, forming an exaggerated contrast. He was more than twice as tall as a normal-sized girl, and his body was as strong as a human-shaped beast, with dark air flowing all over his body.
"Hello, senior brother."
Meimei turned around and saluted slightly.
She habitually stepped back half a step when she saw someone, not wanting to bring bad luck to others.
The Holy Son of the Dark Temple, Ghost Slayer.
To some extent, her senior brother's origin was more special than hers.
It was picked up by the master when he was traveling.
At that time, a village in the Western White Tiger Empire was flooded with dark air. When the master of the Dark Temple arrived, all the people in the village disappeared strangely. A black baby who had just risen was lying on the blood-stained bed, not crying or making a fuss, biting his umbilical cord one bite at a time.
On this baby, countless undead ghosts were gnawing at his flesh and blood, but the baby did not cry out in pain, and was finally picked up by the Lord of the Dark Temple.
Because of his special origin, he was named Gui Miesheng.
This senior brother has been in seclusion for many years, without desires or demands, and is rarely known to outsiders. He has already reached the eighth level without making any noise, and even Meimei does not know how strong he is.
It is worth mentioning that
Before March, Gui Miesheng would not take action, but once he took action, it was shocking, cold-blooded and ruthless. He made eighteen consecutive palms, without any damage, and killed a black gold pattern level eighth level demon of the Blood Demon Sect.
The demons who were on the line with the Dark War Zone were directly shocked, and they dared not act rashly until now.
However, perhaps because of the common experience, or because they are both descendants of the Dark Temple, Gui Miesheng has a very good attitude towards Meimei, caring for her like a brother.
The Dark Temple has a terrifying historical record of winning the championship every time it participates in the World Championship. Now Meimei has been defeated miserably. The descendants of the Dark Temple originally had a lot of complaints. Finally, Demon Slayer, who had been in seclusion for many years, came out and asked only one question:
"If you go, will you not lose?"
"If I don't speak first, I don't see who dares to speak."
In an instant, the descendants of the Dark Temple shut up, and no one even dared to say anything about the Saint behind her back.
The mysterious Dark Hall Master said:
"Son, this competition is intended to select the president who will command the four major military regions, fight against the ten sequences of the Blood Demon Sect that are about to be born, and regain the confidence and luck of the Soul Martial Continent, so no one's life should be hurt during the competition."
Gui Miesheng responded: "Disciple understands, and I will obey the master's order."
"It's a pity that even if I get first place, I won't have the opportunity to fight with the Luo Zhuangyuan mentioned by my junior sister. It's a pity."
The Dark Hall Master shook his head lightly and said: "Miesheng, Luo Fanchen's talent is unique in the ages. You don't need to compare with him. Just go your own way."
"Oh?"
The terrifying and huge figure in the hall shook, and the dark airflow rolled.
"Although the disciple is not convinced in his heart, the disciple believes in the judgment of the master."
"It's a pity that I can't fight with such a genius, what a pity!"
The Dark Saint Son Gui Miesheng sighed with regret.
Meimei suddenly said, "Master, I don't know why, I always feel that he is not dead."
"Oh? Junior sister, why do you say that?"
"I am such an ominous person and I am not dead. How could he, who is so lucky and can even suppress me, die?"
The Dark Saint laughed coldly: "Hahaha, this is really true. I, Gui Miesheng, was bitten by a hundred ghosts 29 years ago and I was able to save my life. Does that mean he must be dead?"
"I really hope he is still alive." Two black and red lights shot out from the Saint's armor.
The Lord of the Dark Temple on the throne was silent and looked up.
The eighteenth floor of the Dark Tower,
The seventeenth floor above was immersed in absolute darkness. There seemed to be a special bronze coffin in the haze, and it was dead silent.
...
The Light War Zone,
A magnificent temple rose from the ground and was located at the rear of the camp.
The temple was full of powerful people,
including the eighth-level commanders and elders above the extraordinary.
A pair of fat and thin monks stood in the first place, they were the old-fashioned extraordinary people in the temple, the elders who rewarded good and punished evil.
All the powerful people who could cause an "earthquake" by stomping their feet outside held their breath at this moment, standing in line respectfully on both sides, waiting for the instructions of the Pope on the highest throne in the temple.
On the throne,
the gorgeous female pope had a pair of slender legs crossed, her high-heeled boots stepped on the carpet, every inch of her skin and clothes exuded an indescribable nobleness, the graceful and cold killing of the country, a pair of phoenix eyes without anger, exuding the domineering majesty of the superior, coldly overlooking the powerful people who were waiting respectfully below.
Beside her stood a statue of Zhong LingyuThe stunning saint,
Bai Yingyue's beautiful eyes, which used to be lively, now looked a little dull, her rose-petal-like red lips were slightly pale, her purple hair was casually scattered, and she seemed to not care about her appearance at all, and was in a trance at the moment.
For several months, the Sixth Priest pointed out that the Saint's appearance was a disgrace to the Temple, but the Pope only calmly replied: "What about my apprentice? What does it have to do with you?"
The Sixth Priest was slapped in the face in public. His face turned pale and he shouted: "Di Weiyang, don't be too presumptuous. Don't forget that the nine great priests of the Temple of Priests are not made of clay."
The powerful and beautiful woman only replied:
"Don't force me to slap you."
The Sixth Priest immediately walked away, and only said harsh words after he walked out of the hall:
"Di Weiyang, you wait!"
"Wait until the three big brothers come out of seclusion, and sooner or later I will settle accounts with you!"
Di Weiyang's phoenix eyes were calm, and the strong men below were trembling, and they secretly murmured,
The Temple of Light is about to change!
Are the Temple of Priests and the Pope going to completely tear each other apart?
Today, the Pope convened a meeting, but no one from the Worship Hall attended, and no one from the strong men who defected to them came here. The meaning couldn't be more obvious. I'm afraid that the legendary top three worshippers who were in seclusion are really going to appear.
Elder Shangshan, the thin monk, said:
"Report to the Pope, half a day ago, the Phoenix Camp was shaken. It was a Li Qing who suddenly appeared and helped the young masters of the Phoenix and Phoenix families awaken their special talents. He is suspected to be a favor from the gods..."
The air fell into silence,
Di Weiyang's lips opened and closed: "I already know about this matter, no need to pay attention to it."
"Ah?"
"Don't ask anymore?"
The thin monk was subconsciously surprised,
but when he met the Pope's cold eyes, he trembled and shut up and stepped back.
Hearing the fat monk muttering: "Stupid, the Pope has his own plans, you have to talk nonsense!"
"Where is the Knight of Heavenly Punishment?"
"Yes!"
A powerful figure came out, with a square forehead, divine light radiating from his facial features, and wearing a gorgeous angel armor, engraved with countless purple and gold thunder patterns, containing the Heavenly Punishment soul power he developed after awakening in the secret realm.
Awakening the second god-level martial soul: Thunder Punishment Angel.
Di Weiyang said: "After four days, just win, no need to hurt anyone."
The Knight of Heavenly Punishment knelt on one knee and saluted: "I obey your command!"
He resisted the urge to secretly look at the saint,
The son of the saint with unparalleled talent and a huge background has disappeared,
The Knight of Heavenly Punishment Lei Zhenyu had some thoughts that he shouldn't have in his heart,
but he didn't dare to say it now,
He planned to wait until he won the first place in the four major military districts and was honored, and then he would say it.
"Everyone, go down."
A majestic female voice sounded, and a group of strong men took their leave and left the hall, and the hall door closed.
Di Weiyang moved his eyes and fell on the saint who was bright and lively in the past, but now dull and melancholy, and said softly:
"What a pity."
"Now you have only cultivated to the realm of Soul Emperor, otherwise you could participate in this military district competition. The first prize given by the four major military districts is enough to push you to a higher realm."
"Teacher, it's him who should be a pity."
Bai Yingyue's red lips moved slightly,
She was not very happy about the fact that she had worked hard to reach the Soul Emperor in half a year.
"If he were still alive, this might be the first..."
Di Weiyang looked at his depressed and sad disciple who was practicing hard, and suddenly raised a stunning and cold arc at the corner of his lips, and chuckled:
"Everyone thinks he is dead, but I think he is not dead yet."
Bai Yingyue's delicate body trembled,
She turned her head suddenly and looked over in surprise, her breathing seemed to be a little faster...