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Although it feels uncomfortable, it can at least help him to cover up. When he returns to the Central Holy See, there will naturally be a large amount of holy water to cleanse the evil spirit.

Bowen took a closer look and his expression suddenly changed, "This demonic energy is so domineering, I'm afraid it was left by some demon king in the dark abyss."

Demon King? More than that! The Pope smiled bitterly.

Bowen immediately cast a few healing spells, and when he saw that the wound was slightly relieved, he whispered, "Bao'er is in the tribe. I heard that you were assassinated by a priest named Joshua, right? He was injured when he was brought here.

Very serious, why would anyone be willing to hurt such a kind and beautiful person? What have you experienced?"

Because Bao'er spoke vaguely, always showed a frightened and uneasy expression, and kept having nightmares even at night, the Elf King and the High Priest did not dare to ask more questions. They only knew that his experience was related to a young man named Joshua.

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Because the mainland is deeply eroded by evil spirits, the elves and orcs who originally lived in different realms are now forced to move to the same forest. They know that only by helping each other can the remaining three races survive. Bao'er

The orcs also learned about it and were heartbroken.

Before they even met, the two tribes listed Joshua as their enemy.

The pope's eyes flashed slightly and he sighed, "It's just a matter of fighting for power. Joshua was originally supposed to be the next bishop of the Sagaya Empire, but because of Bao'er's arrival, he lost his chance..." He spoke vaguely and clicked.

That's all, because he knows that the elves have always been simple and arrogant, and they are the most impatient to hear these sneaky things.

Bowen frowned, his eyes showing disgust, and he didn't ask any more questions.

"Speaking of which, the motorcade of Priest Joshua is across the street. You must have seen him, right?" The Pope pointed to the outside of the car.

"Is it him? No wonder he refuses to save his life! Is such a person worthy of being a priest of light?" Bowen's impression of the young man fell to the bottom. Hearing that several orcs were deliberately making things difficult for the young man, he ignored him.

"Why didn't you take action just now? You obviously still have some strength left, don't you?" A burly orc walked up to Zhou Yun Sheng's carriage and asked. The orcs are upright and can say whatever they want.

Zhou Yun Sheng glanced at him lightly, his eyes as deep as the sea and his facial features more delicate and beautiful than those of an elf made the orc slightly stunned.

An elf guarding the carriage heard the confrontation between the high priest and the pope, and immediately pulled out an arrow with the power of light from the quiver, pointed it at the boy and shouted, "He just hurt Bao'er's promise."

Shuya!" Before he could finish his words, the arrow shot through the air.

Bao'er was a great benefactor to the elves and orcs, so his shouting alarmed everyone, and they immediately picked up weapons to attack.

Zhou Yun Sheng curled his lips and sneered, raised his index finger, and used the sharp golden light blade to split the arrows that hit him in half. Without chanting a spell, he instantly launched a group attack technique of Holy Light Arrows, killing many emperor-level enemies.

The master shot them into a sieve. He did not attack their vital points, but only pierced their limbs, leaving them lying in a pool of blood unable to move.

"Herman, you and Bao'er have been abandoned by God the Father. He has taken back the power of light in your bodies, right? No matter how many lies you use to cover it up, sooner or later, your dark hearts will be exposed to the world. I

Joshua disdains to go with you fools. Goodbye, I hope you can save your lives." He finished speaking slowly, picked up the knife again and started carving.

The warriors and mages who followed him smiled mockingly at the wounded man lying on the ground, and left neatly. One third of this forest had been covered by demonic energy, and there were dark beasts and demonic plants everywhere.

These people may not be able to walk out even if their limbs are intact, let alone now.

"Too arrogant!" Bowen couldn't bear it anymore, jumped off the carriage, summoned a huge lightsaber and struck at him.

When the giant sword shrouded the head of the convoy, a burst of bright golden light suddenly erupted, swallowing it invisible. The angry blow of the most powerful priest of light in the mainland was easily defused, without even a sound being made.

When the sound of horse hooves faded away, Bowen recovered from the shock. He immediately walked to his companions to check their wounds.

The round wound was bleeding profusely, and the rolled flesh was burnt black by the light arrow, with the pure power of light remaining on it. Bowen cast several healing spells in succession, but failed to heal him.

These wounds heal even half a minute.

"How could he have such a powerful power? This shouldn't be the case." Bowen looked at the Pope suspiciously. A person with a dark heart cannot gain the favor of God the Father and have the power of light.

The Pope had been prepared for a long time and spoke with difficulty, "Didn't you see his appearance? Didn't you notice his unique hair color and eye color? He is the kind of boy that Father God loves the most."

Bowen shook his head in denial, "No, Father God will never be so superficial and indulge a despicable and shameless person just because of his appearance. Herman, please don't say such things again in the future." He had doubts in his heart, but he didn't ask further.

At this time, several priests of light who came with the Pope suddenly said, "His Majesty the Pope, Lord Bowen, we have decided to follow Priest Joshua to travel to the mainland, and we will say goodbye now." After saying this, he bowed slightly and faced the people in front of him.

The convoy chased after him.

Several warriors and mages who knew the inside story also left immediately. They had witnessed with their own eyes the glorious event on the day of Priest Joshua's baptism. He slowly walked out of the golden pool wearing divine robes, surrounded by countless white light spots, like a god descending from heaven.

Shi. ​​To say a disrespectful word, his grace is not inferior to that of the beloved Father God.

Father God sprinkled the sky with red roses for him, and everyone could clearly feel the passionate love. One was a powerful priest who was destined to become a god; the other was a pope who was rejected by Father God and was full of lies. What should he do?

The choice of allegiance is self-evident.

They will not tell these elves and orcs the truth. Humans across the continent know that elves and orcs are the most stubborn races. Once they believe something, they will never change it unless facts prove them wrong.

Judging from their words and deeds just now, Bao'er is probably hiding in their clan after escaping from prison. If he hangs out with the blasphemers and protects them, they will have to pay the price sooner or later, so they must not go with them.

The Pope stared at the retreating figures of the group with gloomy eyes. He turned around and saw Bowen looking over with an inquiring gaze.

He waved his hand pretending to be tired, "Let's go, they have been confused by Joshua."

Bowen withdrew his gaze and led everyone on the road in silence. The injured were frightened by the young man's powerful strength, and for a long time they could not get rid of the feeling of fear that overwhelmed the mountains.

The guide chosen by Zhou Yun Sheng was a human and was not familiar with the Elf Forest. He took many long detours and fell behind Bowen and others after three or four days. However, he supported the barrier at all times and prevented the dark beasts from entering.

With the harassment from the demonic plants, it was an easy journey. He did not accept the allegiance of the Pope's subordinates, but he did not drive them away, but silently provided shelter.

Of course, this is not something the cold-blooded Zhou Yun Sheng would do, but a decision made by the brain-dead Sheng. He is gentle, kind, sensitive and fragile, and he describes the world with the most beautiful feelings. His personality is completely opposite to that of his rational self.

Occasionally, he would emerge from his subconscious, lie down by the car window, look at everything outside with curious eyes, and then hold the statue of God the Father and pray devoutly.

On this day, he was preparing to pray when he saw thick black fog appearing in front of him, covering the trees and the sky, and there was a faint roaring sound.

The black mist was moving slowly, and before the convoy turned around, it had already spread to the front. When everyone looked carefully, they couldn't help but show horrified expressions. That was not the black mist, but many butterflies infected by the evil spirit. They started from

It sprays venom from its mouthparts, and drops poisonous scale powder from its wings. It's easy to deal with one or two, but if it encounters an overwhelming group, it will be corroded into a pool of blood.

Wherever they fly, it will become a place of death, and even powerful dark beasts and magic plants will not be spared.

Everyone immediately turned around and prepared to retreat, but heard a clear voice coming from the carriage, "Gather around me and don't step out of the barrier."

A semicircular golden light film enveloped the convoy, and all the butterflies that hit the light film turned into dust and dissipated. The convoy slowly advanced along the road opened by the ancestors, appearing so quiet amidst the rumbling sound of wings.

laid back.

Zhou Yun Sheng opened the curtain and sat with the guide, holding the statue of God the Father in his hands and praying. No matter how terrifying the monster he encountered, no matter how dark the outside world was, because of the existence of God the Father, he had nothing to fear. The golden light

Because of his devout faith, the film radiated more and more brilliant light, and it seemed to faintly disperse the black mist.

But butterflies are photophilic creatures. They will not retreat because of the powerful destructiveness of the light film. Instead, they will gather more densely. One group will turn into smoke and disappear, and soon another group will fill the gap. Over time,

Zhou Yun Sheng's motorcade became the center of the black fog, greatly reducing the pressure on passers-by trapped elsewhere.

The barrier laid out by Bowen was only a thin layer left by the impact of the demon butterflies, and it was about to disappear. There was not much light power left in his body, and he could barely light up the scepter, and there were big beans all over his forehead and back.

beads of sweat.

I don't know when, the Elf Forest became more and more dangerous, and seemed to be assimilating with the dark forest. He had encountered many crises, but for the first time he felt the fear of death. He knew that in a short time, this barrier would

will disappear completely, and everyone will be bitten and sucked by the demon butterflies, turning into a pool of blood.

He anxiously looked at his surroundings and found a bright golden light suddenly flashing in front of him. He immediately shouted, "There is a priest of light in front of you, hurry up!"

Everyone immediately abandoned the carriage and ran towards the light source.

"Why is it you?!" Bowen was extremely surprised when he saw the person inside the light film.

Zhou Yun Sheng had just finished praying and looked over with gentle eyes. If he were rational, he would definitely not help, but now he could not help others. He did not speak, and expanded the light film with a wave of his hand.

For a few minutes, Bowen and his group were enveloped.

Warmth and pure light flow in the air. This is another world completely different from the dark outside world. Bowen can even capture a trace of pious faith that has not dissipated from the air, and there is a faint Sanskrit sound from the divine world.

It came from the void, making every pore in his body relax.

He looked towards the opposite side with doubtful eyes, unable to believe that the gentle and beautiful young man in front of him, who could rival the morning sun, was the despicable and shameless person described by Bao'er and the Pope.

Several other tribesmen who had been seriously injured by the young man also held their breath and did not dare to speak. The air in the barrier was too solemn and solemn, as if this place was not a wilderness but a small temple, so they did not dare to make mistakes.

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Zhou Yun Sheng saved them, but he didn't want to pay attention to them. He took out the statue and slowly carved the gorgeous face of the Father God, his blue eyes filled with warm love.

Bowen's mood can no longer be described as surprised, but horrified. Without the blessing of a scepter or chanting a spell, he was able to hold up such a huge and strong barrier, and he was able to do two things at once. The young man was far more powerful.

It's beyond his imagination. I heard that he is only 18 years old this year and has just reached adulthood. Where did he get such great strength?

With this thought in mind, he asked, not expecting to get an answer from the young man. Unexpectedly, the young man slowly spoke, "I soak in the trial pool every day to practice."

As soon as these words came out, Bowen fell silent, thought for a moment and then glanced at the Pope. The Pope's expression changed and he shouted, "This is absolutely impossible!"

Since eight hundred years ago, no light priest has been able to enter the trial pool. Anyone who tried in vain was burned to ashes. Legend has it that only those with the purest souls can survive.

Bowen also tried it, and he only put one finger in and then pulled it back with severe pain. He knew that his heart and soul were not pure, and he felt ashamed of it for a long time after that.

If the young man could really be immersed in the trial pool without getting hurt, he would never be the kind of person the Pope and Baoer described. He might have been deceived!

He tried to give his old friend a little trust, but when his eyes touched the ground, he was deeply shocked again. Wherever the boy's light film enveloped him, all the evil energy dissipated, the grass turned green again, and the flowers competed for each other.

The flower buds formed and opened in front of the young man. The demon butterfly swooped over with a rumble, then turned into dust silently. The demonic energy and poison were purified together.

In such a holy land, the power that can revive all things is definitely not the power of light, but divine power!
Chapter completed!