Pope Kegulas III, who was pinned down, tried his best to exert the power of the three holy weapons to the extreme. The holy power in his body was surging and a ball of extremely holy white halo appeared around his body.

Mu Qingshan didn't care about that much. He slapped the noble Pope to the ground with a slap, then stepped on one foot heavily, and gently flicked the tip of his left finger, and a green seed touched the Pope's neck.

As soon as the seed touched the skin, it immediately penetrated into it. A large piece of the Pope's skin immediately turned into a miserable green color, but soon, under the flow of the white holy light, the skin that had previously turned into a miserable green color returned to its normal skin color.

"Hey! It seems that he is really immortal. Such a powerful poison cannot poison you!" Mu Qingshan used force and murmured.

"This foreign insect is indeed a bit difficult to deal with. It's just a piece of hob meat!" Mu Qingshan felt a little annoyed. No wonder the Holy See has always stood firm for hundreds of years. It turns out that this is the method of being beaten.

"The Lord teaches the world that if someone slaps you in the left face, please extend your right face! We are so strong, you can sit down and have a good talk!" The charming expression on Pope Kegulas III's face at this moment made Mu Qingshan feel uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.

At this time, all the people of the Holy See came and surrounded Mu Qingshan and His Majesty the Pope. Although they knew that their strength was low, these remaining Knights Templars and Bishops still stood here for the justice in their hearts without hesitation.

Mu Qingshan let go of his feet and said lightly, "Do you want me to clear the scene? Let all the bugs around you go out, I need to talk to their boss alone!"

Pope Kegulas III got up from the floor in a mess, waved his hand vigorously, and shouted: "You all go out. I want to talk to this friend from the East about cooperation. Go out quickly and go out!" He wanted to pretend that the person in front of him was familiar with him, but he did not dare to relax the holy power on his body. The strange appearance of Pope Kegulas III looked really funny. The people in the Holy See did not dare to disagree. After looking at each other, they withdrew from the dilapidated St. Peter's Basilica.

Even though he had already hated the person in front of him, Kegulas III did not dare to do any tentative attacks. Because he knew very well that the person who could break free from the verdict of God and could step over him with one kick was definitely not something he could handle alone. He had always held a high position as the controller and lived in this world for so long. He had long polished the courage of His Majesty the Pope, as long as the other party was not the mortal enemy of the Holy See, the Dark Council, what would it matter if he bowed to anyone?

"What instructions do you have? The coming of the immortal from the East has flattered me, a humble people. Although we believe in God, the Holy See is also highly admired by the Holy See!" Pope Kegulas III said with a smile with a downward brow and smiled.

In his opinion, as long as the other party is not a bloodthirsty creature that is unreasonable to say, then you can communicate slowly. Although the immortals in the East are powerful, they do not have a strong desire to kill. Throughout history, it has become common for weak humans to make some sacrifices and dedication to satisfy the wishes of the strong.

Mu Qingshan also smiled, lowered his head and thought for a while, and said, "God said, if someone slapped you on the left face, he would ask you to stretch your right face over, right?"

Pope Kegulas III was stunned for a moment and nodded to say yes.

Mu Qingshan smiled again and said, "Then I tell you, if someone hits you on the left side, you can stretch your right side to let him hit him while you hit him, and then kick him down with all your strength! Do you understand?"

Pope Kegulas III was stunned again, deliberately showing a look of understanding to please the person in front of him. Although the oriental man in front of him made him feel embarrassed, he was not afraid of him. Anyway, he was immortal. If he could convince him to join the Holy See, he would at least become an ally of the Holy See. With his strong combat power, he would be afraid that conquering the Dark Council would become easier and rebellious.

Mu Qingshan let out a light breath, lifted the purple flame armor on his body, and stood in the hall of St. Peter's Basilica in an unprepared state on his back.

Pope Kegulas III was so moved, but he still resisted the urge to take action, because he knew very well that if the other party dared to do this, there would be a back-end, not to mention that this monster had just fought from empty-handed until the giant ape appeared. He couldn't do anything to him just now, so how can he guarantee it now? Thinking of this, Pope Kegulas III sighed in his heart, and his fighting spirit disappeared.

In St. Peter's Basilica, there was a silent moment. The broken Jesus statue fell aside. Mu Qingshan stared at Pope Kegulas III. Suddenly raised his hand, and a strange gray seed flew out of his palm and fell to the floor.

The small plant on the floor grew rapidly. After a while, it had grown from a thumb-sized seed to a strange plant of two people. Two large, thick green leaves were swaying automatically without wind. The bright red flower buds in the middle of the leaves grew bigger and bigger, and actually rushed straight towards the roof. The crazy growth of this strange plant immediately attracted the attention of His Majesty the Pope, but in the unexpected corner, no one noticed that a shallow green was beginning to invade the building along the floor.

Pope Kegulas III narrowed his eyes slightly, and while two cold electricity were shot out, his internal holy power surged wildly, he asked with a careful look: "My respected ally, what are you doing?"

Mu Qingshan lowered his head and said nothing until the green under his feet had spread to the entire ceiling. Then he said slowly: "There is a plant in my hometown called Nepenthes. It can trap flying insects into its space, and then slowly digest them and become its nutrients!"

His Majesty the Pope frowned when he heard this, but he didn't understand why, and he just looked at the powerful enemy in front of him even more nervously.

Mu Qingshan smiled and continued, "The same journey is the same. In fact, the method of using power in your Holy See has the same effect as our Eastern cultivators. Do you want to know?"

Pope Kegulas III was stunned for a moment, not understanding why this person's thoughts changed so quickly. But of course he also wanted to understand the skills of Eastern cultivators, so he nodded vigorously, just like the most obedient student in the classroom.

Mu Qingshan said with a serious expression: "The power of the cultivator comes from combining the vitality between heaven and earth, turning the power of heaven and earth into use, so the power of every move is enough to destroy the world. The power of your Holy See is nothing more than divine power. And your so-called divine power is essentially the power of faith transformed by the spiritual power of believers. You have just found a way to collect and utilize it. Human power is sometimes poor, while the power of heaven and earth is endless and endless. Therefore, you Western Holy See will never defeat the East, even if it is the Eight-Nation Alliance.

The time of the army, he failed to achieve his full achievements." These words made Pope Kegulas nodded involuntarily. The Eight-Nation Alliance invaded China hundreds of years ago. As the Western Pope at that time, he supported the military in religion, but all the higher missionaries sent were gone without returning. The reason was that at that time, there were martial arts schools and cultivation sects in China at that time, and Western forces could not truly invade. Therefore, all major Western forces have always regarded the East, especially China, as a forbidden place.

These words did not have Mu Qingshan’s own insights, but came from communication with ancient plants. In the long life of these plants, these memories are just a drop in the ocean, but for Mu Qingshan, they are extremely valuable to Mu Qingshan.

"So..." Mu Qingshan deliberately dragged his voice: "From now on, we are inside a huge nepentaphyllum, and you can no longer replenish your holy power."

Before he finished speaking, Pope Kegulas III had already felt that the holy power in his body had stopped rising and remained within the horizontal line. In other words, the oriental youth in front of him had used some method to block the exchange of faith power between the three holy tools and the outside world.

He quickly raised the golden scepter and Kegulas III turned the holy power accumulated in his body into an extremely hot and huge ball of light. Just as he was about to fire, his eyes suddenly turned black and his two fingers were poking straight.

His Majesty the Pope was startled and habitually poured the holy power back into his body. The light at the end of the golden rod gradually disappeared, and the holy light cover around His Majesty the Pope shines again.

"My God, what have you done? You can't hurt me. Even if you block the transmission of holy power from the outside world, the holy power accumulated in my body is still enough to let me leave this damn ghost place!"

Mu Qingshan shrugged and said, "Do you think I can give you this opportunity? Well, I admit that it is difficult to hurt you through your shell, but this is not impossible, look at it!"

Mu Qingshan put his hands on the shoulder and arm of Pope Kegulas III, and his whole body was standing upright, with his shoulders and elbows down, with his waist as the axis, and his steps were changed with his hands. His hands were running like a wheel, his right wheel was like a clock hand and his left wheel was like a clock hand turning counter-clockwise, alternating up and down, flying and rotating, and revolving, and constantly.

A faint figure was circling around Pope Kegulas III's body faster and faster, just like clouds and mist, and its momentum was surging. Only a series of light sounds were heard like a pot of beans, and the steps under his feet became faster and faster. After nearly a thousand circles, Mu Qingshan finally stopped, smiled slightly, and said, "I'm really sorry, this move was only understood on the way to come. Maybe hello to me. When you see God, I'll say hello to me. I really didn't mean it!"

Pope Kegulas III's throat let out a shrill strange howl, and his whole body fell to the ground like a flour bag. Every bone and joint on his body were crushed by Mu Qingshan with the entangled force emitted by cloud hands.

"It's useless, you can't hurt me! Such injuries can be cured soon!" Kegulas III lying on the floor, howling angrily, and the holy light flashed all over his body. Judging from the situation, such injuries can indeed be cured with holy power.

Mu Qingshan shook his head and made a move to cut down. The bright red flower bud above his head that was almost growing to the top of the church rushed down. The four huge petals bite it hard, swallowing Pope Kegulas III in one bite, and even made a terrifying gurgle.

The entire St. Peter's Cathedral was completely quiet, and Mu Qingshan didn't say anything, but stood quietly. After about two minutes, his thoughts moved slightly, withering and withering. The beautiful huge man-eating flower gradually withered and withered. Soon, he heard a few jingles, and the three holy weapons fell to the ground. His Majesty, the Great Pope who had ruled the Western Holy See for hundreds of years, was finally digested to nothing. This old guy was actually quite difficult to deal with. If he had not completely wiped out his fighting spirit, with his absolute strength, he would need to first create an environment that could not allow him to absorb the power of external beliefs, and then break his bones in his body. He could not move for a short time. Finally, he used man-eating man-eating nepenthes to make it unable to heal himself and was eventually digested.

Picking up the three holy objects, you can faintly feel the traces of the flow of holy power. This is probably the instrument that the old guy used to absorb the power of faith. Mu Qingshan thought about it and took the copper bracelet in it in his palm. Silently use the mysterious skill to drive away the remaining holy power in the bracelet, and then use the purple flame-level fire-dance holy ray to change the appearance of the bracelet. Erashes all the patterns on the surface, and finally use the cool power to forcibly bury a strengthened rose seed into the metal, causing the seed to grow forcibly in the metal. Gradually, rose bushes appeared on the metal surface of the bracelet, like a knife carving and axe cutting. The magical point is like a magical axe.

After completing this work, Mu Qingshan picked up two other holy objects and gestured in his palm. After thinking about it, he casually threw the golden crown on the ground, and then found a side door in the church and left.

The people of the Holy See, headed by Archbishop Sophia in the Cardinal, stood outside St. Peter's Cathedral and finally realized something was wrong, because His Majesty's sacred aura had completely disappeared. The group of people rushed into the church hall with their teeth and realized that there was no one inside, and His Majesty the Pope had completely disappeared into this world.

At the airport burning at Tigan, Mu Qingshan took the local local products from the White-Clothed Temple and stuffed the golden scepter in his bag. He said indifferently: "Please take this game, just treat it as an errand fee. I originally planned to take it home to use it for toilets, but now I am too lazy to bring it on the plane. Thank you! Goodbye!"

After clearly coming, the White-clothed Holy Temple was holding the golden scepter of one of the three holy weapons, standing in a daze, neither crying nor laughing.

After dozens of hours of flight, the plane finally arrived in Hong Kong.

Mu Qingshan carried a backpack on his shoulder, humming a little tune all the way, and walked off the plane with great ease. There was a special car from the Bai family waiting at the airport. After Mu Qingshan got on the bus, he smiled at the driver: "You can take a taxi by yourself, I want to drive around for a few times."

The full-time driver didn't say much, but got out of the car without saying a word, bowed to Mu Qingshan in the car, and strode away.

Mu Qingshan started Porsche and drove all the way to Yuen Long. The car drove very fast. It took only about 40 minutes to reach Yuen Long's territory. Following the main road into a quiet path. After walking 500 meters, it stopped in front of a small western-style building.

This small western-style building is divided into three floors, with an area of ​​about 600 square meters, with a unique door and a single family. The first floor is the entrance and parking lot. When you go to the back of the house, there is a small back garden full of flowers and plants, showing the owner's taste and mood.

Mu Qingshan parked the car and gently pushed open the empty door. A black and white sled dog arrow rushed out, and his tail was raised high to face Mu Qingshan for several times. He barked a few times, and the lights in the house immediately lit up.

Zhou Le, wearing a pure white pajamas, stood leaning against the door, looking at the Muqing Mountain that was strode toward him, and smiled like a flower.

Mu Qingshan hugged Zhou Le, who was dressed in thin clothes, and their bodies were immediately pressed tightly.

"I'm back. Do you miss me?" Mu Qingshan said with a smile, his eyes full of sweetness.

"You stinky guy, finally I'm willing to come back, Humph! Where's the gift I brought to me?" Although Zhou Le spoke of the gift, his eyes did not look at Mu Qingshan's backpack at all, but hugged Mu Qingshan's broad back tightly and enjoyed the time of gathering.

Mu Qingshan hugged Zhou Le's slender waist and gently lifted her up. While walking into the house, he kissed the shattered skin on her neck.

Zhou Le could only hear a moaning sound from his mouth and said softly: "Itchy! Don't!"

Mu Qingshan smiled wickedly and said, "I really don't want it?"

Zhou Le blushed and beat Mu Qingshan's broad shoulders while saying coquettishly: "You bad thing! You are so bad!"

While speaking, Mu Qingshan had already walked to the big bed in the bedroom with Zhou Le in his arms, and stopped talking, gently pressing his lover down on the bed. For a moment, he was rolling in waves, sweating profusely, and the spring scenery was endless.

The two of them remained lingering until the dawn was dawn, and they were still completely tired.

Zhou Le snuggled in Mu Qingshan's arms and said softly: "Xiaomu, I think everything is like a dream. Your friend arranged for Bingbing and I to Hong Kong. After a few days, you also came, and then Bingbing was picked up by her family and you left. I am really afraid that you will not come back. I am really afraid! What are you doing now? Can't I really know?"

Mu Qingshan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "There are some things that men don't understand. Women don't know. You stay well. I will always be with you. I won't have anything to do. Don't worry!"

Although Mu Qingshan got together with Zhou Le again, there were some words that could not be said. Could it be that the task he went out every time was to kill demons and eliminate demons and destroy immortals and destroy Buddhas? Or that he was fighting to maintain world peace and defend the earth? He didn't even believe these words, let alone say them.

What's more, since Mu Qingshan learned about the existence of the powerful evil forces outside the sky, his mentality has changed drastically. Although he is doing the rescue work, even the ancestor himself lacks any confidence. The demise of mankind may be day and night. Why should he be afraid of implicating Zhou Le? Thinking about the past, my thoughts were really simple. It would be good for two people to be together for one more second.

Mu Qingshan is not a weak person, but when he learned the shocking secret, the burden he had taken psychologically was not enough to be told to outsiders. It is not an exaggeration to have what he is doing today.

"By the way, I've got a gift for you, wait!" Mu Qingshan thought of the modified copper wristband, reached out and hooked the backpack beside the bed, took out the copper wristband, and put it on Zhou Le's hand.

As soon as Zhou Le put on this wrist guard, he immediately felt refreshed. His previous fatigue suddenly disappeared. There seemed to be a warm current in his body, which slowly flowed and was extremely useful. He knew that this must be a good thing, and the patterns on the wrist guard were unique and charming. Zhou Le loved it more and more, touched it again and again, looking like he couldn't let go of it.

"By the way, Xiaomu, I have booked two movie tickets for tomorrow morning "The Secret I Can't Tell". Let's go and watch it after breakfast!" Zhou Le stretched out his finger and poked Mu Qingshan's stomach and said.

"Okay!" Mu Qingshan replied with a smile. Dear! If you think this site is good, please remember this site to help promote it! This site!
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