Disaster Shelter

　　 The energy between the hands of the old priest made Wenwen hair blow up by the existence of it, but it miraculously did not cause any damage. He just felt a gentle force nourishing his body.

　　 San Zai'er and Tao Qingqing did not show uncomfortable expressions, but seemed to enjoy them very much.

　　 The energy is still rising endlessly, so high that even Wen Wen can't distinguish it.

　　 When this energy reached a peak, a broken sound suddenly came out from the cup of blood, and a wailing that ordinary people could not hear.

　　 The dark and evil power escaped from the cup, but it was wiped away by the powerful energy as soon as it appeared.

　　 The old priest let out a sigh of relief, and then passed the quilt in his hand to Wen Wen.

　　 As soon as Wen Wen took the cup, the old priest's body was suddenly distorted. Wen Wen jumped in shock, and he hurried back two steps.

　　 "This old fellow, isn't it about touching porcelain."

The old priest obviously didn’t want to touch porcelain. His bones shattered inch by inch, flesh and blood kept peeling off and then healed, and the skin was scorched by the inexplicable high temperature, his teeth fell off one by one, and his eyeballs were crushed to pieces. At the end, it came out from the eyes...

　　 This sudden torture made the old priest almost non-human, and lasted for nearly a minute before he stopped.

　　 Wen Wen guessed, this change appeared on his body, and he was braided in ten seconds. of

　　 became a group of old priests, and it took only two seconds to restore the blood on the robe as before, as if the horror scene just did not happen.

　　 "Um... are you okay." Wen Wen stood far away and asked softly.

　　 The old priest sighed softly, "It's okay, just... God wanted to kill me."

　　God wants to kill him?

　　What god, creator, how high is this old man?

　　 Wenwen fiddled with the cup in his hand, and found that it had lost the original disgusting power.

　　 "What did you do to this cup?"

　　 The old priest chuckled and said, "I just let it return to its original state."

　　 "In order for the Son to be resurrected, a disaster will occur every sixty years. Countless people suffer because of this. Now this cycle should stop..."

　　 "There will be no more blood in this cup, and no more battles for the cup of blood..."

　　 "But the cup itself is so mysterious, it's still valuable to you."

　　 Wen Wen was stunned for a while: "You came to me, just for this?"

　　 He didn't expect that someone from the Glory Church would come up specially, and suffered the pain of numbing the scalp, just to destroy the cup of blood of the Glory Church which is of great significance.

　　 Why is this, he is also a second-to-five son?

　　 The old priest smiled: "I am a priest but it does not mean that I support the Glory Church. I only stand on the side of ordinary people who are suffering..."

　　 "In addition, if one day, you and the Glory Church are in conflict, and at that time you have enough power to destroy the Glory Church, please leave a line."

　　 "Although the church's current path has gone astray, they were once the backbone of the world's survival. Now there are countless young people in the church who are full of passion and want to make the world a better place."

　　After speaking, the old priest walked slowly out of the hatch with a stick.

　　 Wen Wen chases out, but finds that he can no longer be seen.

　　 "What's he...what on earth?"

　　 Wen Wen sat on the chair, thinking for a while, suddenly his eyes condensed.

　　 The table in front of me is not right, the chair is not right, and the glass...

　　Nothing...Everything in the whole plane is wrong!

　　 Now everything on the plane carries a sacred power, giving people a very strange feeling.

　　According to the Church of Glory, a water glass on the plane at this time is a holy thing!

　　 just throw the water cup on the forehead of a low-level vampire, and he can kill it!

　　 The holy thing is precious and precious, but it is really worthless.

　　 is precious because only equipment worn by high-level magicians or paladins all year round can become holy objects.

　　 The power in the holy objects can be accumulated. Some old holy objects have super powers themselves, and also have some special effects, which can be regarded as alternative containment objects.

　　 said that it is worthless, because most of the holy relics, because the inheritance is not long enough, and there is not much power left.

　　 is at the most tenacious, and has extra damage to evil creatures, and holding relics can be immune to some low-level negative effects.

　　 On the Wenwen airplane, there are naturally no such powerful holy objects, all of which are the most common holy objects.

　　 But even so, the number is shocking enough. Even the wrench in the toolbox, the parachute bag hanging on the wall, and the paper bag used for vomiting are all sacred objects.

　　 Moreover, the Glory Church has strict control over the sacred objects. It is rare to see the sacred objects outside, and a pipe wrench can be sold for a lot of money.

　　 In addition, the black plane that was originally blessed by supernatural powers has suddenly become a super fighter plane assembled from countless holy artifacts.

　　 It’s not clear how amazing the overall improvement is, but he knows that no one will be extravagant to make a plane with a holy relic.

　　 Sanzai's three eyes blinked and blinked, looking at the plane quite eagerly.

　　 Wenwen stepped out of the cabin door and jumped underground, and found that the plane with a black shell was now covered with white holy patterns, which looked mysterious and mysterious.

　　 But Wen Wen didn't like it very much, so he snapped his fingers and dozens of tiger-like puppets were called out from the shelter.

　　 Two of the tiger-like puppets also hold large buckets of black spray paint.

　　 "You two, use spray paint to cover the white pattern, otherwise others will see it and think I'm stealing things from the Glory Church."

　　 "Give me the rest and level it up for me. The depth is about...5 meters, and the circle is 30 meters in diameter. All the things will be transported to the shelter for me."

　　 is not just a gentle airplane, but the surrounding soil, rocks, flowers, and trees have been affected by the holy power, which has caused a certain degree of alienation.

　　 Although these things are not as good as the items in the airplane, they are directly turned into sacred objects, but they are also rare materials, which are considered to be earned by Wen Wen.

　　 Aside from the surprise, Wen Wen's doubts deepened: "What is the strength of the old priest...at least Xun Ying can never do this. Can a complete spiritual world **** do it?"

　　 In order to relieve the doubt in his heart, Wen Wen returned to the asylum and found Mo Gong.

　　 Mo Gong was not surprised at his arrival. Instead, he prepared some tea, which seemed to have been waiting for him.

　　 But Mo Gong’s taste for tea is a bit strange, with a bunch of messy things inside.

　　 Wenwen took a sip and vomited it out. Is this thing someone drinking?

　　 "That old man, what is it?"

　　 Mo Gong showed a look of nostalgia: "I hate the Glory Church and the Creation Church, but it is rare that Old Man Kant dislikes me that much."

　　 "Thousands of years ago, he was called a saint by the Dongyou Region, dedicated to helping the suffering people. Hey, I helped him at that time, so I have a little friendship."

　　 Wen Wen nodded, and then asked curiously, "The strength of this old priest..."

　　 Mo Gong shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know."

"do not know?"

　　 "This old thing doesn't like to fight, and doesn't like to show strength. Few people even know that he is Kant the Holy One except me."

　　 "But a believer can grow up to the point where he can see the essence of the gods. How strong do you think he is?"

　　 Looking at Wen Wen's surprised expression, Mo Gong added: "Of course he must not be able to beat me in his heyday."

　　 Wenwen nodded, seemingly understanding, the appearance of this old priest refreshed his understanding of the power of the Glory Church.

　　 "This world is complicated, otherwise the asylum would not have fallen here, and the eyes of the supreme masters would not be cast here."

　　 "Don't think that your shelter is invincible. You don't understand the truth of this world."

　　……

　　 Holy city center, sanctuary.

　　 Like the stronghold of natural will hidden in the North Pole, Sanctuary is also an independent space attached to the real world.

　　 There is only one big mountain here, the mountain is divided into ten floors, and each floor has some buildings.

　　 The top building is the palace belonging to the Pope.

　　 The sacred power here is so strong that ordinary people can't even survive here. Only priests who have reached a certain strength can enter.

　　 At the same time, there are many angels here, they can move freely here~www.wuxiaspot.com~In the empty hall, the pope is sitting on the throne, his eyes indifferently staring under him.

　　 Standing below are four young people with only one hand. They are Horsta with a cut on his mouth, the twenty-fifth son Windsor arranged by Wen Wen, and another priest in white who has no sense of existence.

　　 "I am very dissatisfied with your action this time..."

　　 After hearing these words, the four of them reacted differently. Horsta's expression was the most direct, putting the resentment directly on his face.

　　 "Holsta will go to the court from now on, everyone else...you have to get more experience."

　　 "Why the court, I..."

　　 Before they could finish their words, they were taken home by several Paladins.

　　 Everyone in the palace knows that Horsta will not get the key training of the church in the future, and others have this opportunity.

　　Because Horsta's hatred is so obvious, he has been ruined by hatred. Such a person is suitable for being a sharp blade, not suitable for being a leader.

　　 The performance of the other three is also very poor, but at least they can be further cultivated, and they may become prominent figures in the church in the future.

　　 After a few young people left, the pope's posture collapsed.

　　 "Let's talk, what should I do this time."

　　The missing angel of cleansing, the badly wounded cicada ancestor, the hugely damaged city, the damaged ruins of the Creation Church, and the erected black crosses, everything is difficult to handle.

　　 The big men in the church shirk each other about these troubles. The pope rubbed his temples, feeling that he was dragged down by the waste.