Archfiend Chapter 478: : Holy Light Square (2)

"Yug." The pale dragon snapped his fingers. Immediately, C'Thun retreated knowingly and wittily. A short, fat white man walked up and bowed: "I am very pleased to respect you. Your service."

"Wait a minute." At this moment, Xu Yangyi said: "If possible, I would like to auction the two things together."

The Pale Dragon and Bloody Moon looked at each other, and immediately nodded: "Yes, this is your auction. Put Mr. X's work on the Stage of Light, and then...start bidding. "

"Yes." Yogg Saron nodded respectfully, grabbed it in the void, a box inlaid with gold and a box made of emeralds appeared in his hands at the same time. Then, in the eyes of everyone, he cautiously Carefully put the two things on the table.

With his movements, the people below are all silent.

"Ansas..." In the vampire camp, the man beside Ansas said solemnly: "Look...what level can he reach?"

Ansas stared at Yogg-Saron, and then whispered for a long time: "I think... at least the Holy Light. Holy singing is possible."

"Don’t forget, Mr. Donnaou’s famous work is not the song of the sirens. It’s the “Goddess Water Drop,” which is the holy medicine to increase the Marquis’s advancement rate. But...the Goddess Water Drop is his famous work But it did not cause the holy light at all. It was not until his siren song decades later-the bottle of "the greatest magic of alchemy" appeared here, shocking the entire Europe and America. He is the first person to be a great spiritualist."

"That's the Pope..." He eagerly licked the blood on the corner of his mouth: "At present...the only three surpassing grand dukes known in the world...the monarch-level cultivator, the same **** Character. That is, because he was there, and our sleeping ancestors, China, India, these superpowers of cultivation, did not set foot in the Western Hemisphere... Do you think these big countries do not covet our country's cultivation resources? Or do you think they are very kind? "

"The gaze of his old man, the ranks, are not at the same level as ours. Otherwise, so far, it is impossible to have only one holy shadow."

"Huh..." On the other side, the three half-step grand princes of the werewolf family, who were already completely stretched, held the handrails in unison, staring directly at the two small boxes.

No words, no words, only an unbearable hunger in his heart.

"Savidien..." Ansunad gritted his teeth: "Is there any real estate that can be embezzled to be notified to others, and are all ready to be transferred."

Savidien didn't speak.

"Savidien?" Ansunad said displeasedly, looking back.

"Yeah." Savedion said sullenly, feeling more and more anxious.

This great psychic... is extraordinary! To such an extent, his status as Grand Duke Ban Yue was no longer enough to make demands with the other party.

So... what about that yellow dog?

I just let the other party step on my face and leave?

"Hope...better not even the Holy Light!"

Countless people are staring at Yogg-Saron's movements, and they also want to know what level the holy medicine that brought the shocking scene before can be rated. Just when the two boxes were placed on the seemingly ordinary table, suddenly, with a "brush" sound, the whole room was illuminated!

"Buzzing..." Streaks of holy light shone in from all directions, piercing through walls, vaults, and glass, and shining onto the golden box. The next second, the box rustled softly and floated silently.

Immediately after...In a flash, a terrifying spiritual sense came across thousands of miles! Shattered the entire Holy Light Square!

"Sha Sha Sha..." The aura around him was distorted, and Xu Yangyi stood up in shock in the room.

Terrible...

What a terrible aura!

Beyond all the golden cores he has seen!

"This is... True Monarch Nascent Soul!" He took a deep breath: "There are true Lord Nascent Souls in Europe and America? Except for the sleeping Dracula and Covinus? There are others? Yuan Ying?"

"Is this the spiritual knowledge of the Vatican Pope?"

"Plop..." A monk knelt down with a soft foot, and then the sound of the plop sounded. All the earl monks knelt on their knees and touched the ground with their foreheads. All the Marquis monks, without a word, kneeled on the ground with one hand on the ground.

"Welcome your presence!"

The shouts of landslides and tsunami sounded neatly from all directions. As if rehearsed. However, the other party is just a touch of spiritual knowledge without any wise.

In the sky, countless holy white's auras are distorted, forming something like an eye. Xu Yangyi could feel that this eye glanced over the two boxes. It cannot be said to be prudent, nor can it be said to be contemptuous.

After that, this huge mountain of spiritual pressure will disperse. Just when everyone was relieved, suddenly...

This invisible "eye," stopped dissipating unexpectedly. Instead, it condensed again and landed directly on the second emerald box.

In the hall, the **** moon, the pale dragon, kneeling on the ground suddenly lifted his head, and looked at the jade box in shock.

"What's inside?" Bloody Moon couldn't believe his eyes: "Any time...Even Mr. Donnaou's sacred shadow works were swept away. This time... I stopped. Are you down?"

Yes, it did stay. This time the review time is beyond imagination! The gaze of that invisible eye actually stayed on the emerald box for ten seconds!

The gaze of Yuan Ying Zhenjun, the spiritual sense of the master of the king, watched for ten seconds!

"Heh..." The pale dragon shook his hand on the ground, and at this moment, he had already made a decision, whatever it was, the Covinus family must take it!

No one knows, at this moment, thousands of miles away, the Vatican, the holy Catholic city. In the most heavily guarded Holy Light Vault, a hobbled old man, wearing a red papal uniform, opened his eyes slightly.

"Your Excellency." By his side, a middle-aged man with a solemn face, dressed in a priestly costume with white gold trim, bowed respectfully: "Did you order?"

The old man did not speak for a long time before he said: "Lawrence...do you know..."

"At the beginning, the king set the specifications of holy light, holy singing, and holy shadow in order to drive the development of the entire cultivation world in Europe and America. After all...China on the other side of the sea, India, is always looking at Europe and America. As long as we With a little gap exposed, they will tear open the defense of the entire European and American cultivation world like the long-awaited hungry wolves."

The middle-aged man did not speak, but listened quietly.

"But...no one knows, in fact, this king is above the holy shadow, and there is another specification."

"What?" The middle-aged man finally raised his head in shock: "There are holy medicines that exceed the level of the sacred shadow? Some of the sacred shadow levels can already act on the prince!"

"Yes." The old man's eyes were very indifferent, as if nothing could interest him: "This specification is called'Sheng Lin,' I thought it would be impossible for anyone to reach it. I didn't expect... I saw something interesting..."

The middle-aged man held his breath: "Could it be..."

"No." The old man said leisurely: "It's just that... the person who made this thing is likely to reach the stage of Holy Prosperity. It's just that he is still too young."

"If it is Shenglin, I am afraid this king will ask him."

"Mianxia..." the middle-aged man said solemnly: "Well, please invite him to the Vatican..."

"No." The old man vetoed the second time: "The eagle should be soaring in the sky. Keep a great spiritualist in captivity, this is breaking their wings. Lawrence, do you understand, the spark of thinking never comes from Imprisonment, but from experience."

"You did this. So this king will never see the hope of Shenglin again."

"Father forgive me." Lawrence sighed and crossed his chest.

The old man smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Captive breeding is a stupid thing that stupid families do. When you reach the realm of you and me, what else can you watch? The sky will never have a limit, don’t you think the king can do it? Control everything? Ultimately, only one country is in control."

"Notify Jenny, take the picture. In addition, put the information of the newly promoted great spiritualist on record. Put in..." He paused slightly: "The Michael-level encrypted file."

"Without the king’s approval, no one is allowed to watch, except for a few bishops and popes."

Sacred Light Plaza, New York, in the sight of everyone, the majestic aura has disappeared. However... At the same time, the murals and glass in the entire hall seemed to melt! The formation of a path is refreshing and refreshing, as if the light that soars away, shining straight on the golden box.

"This is..." The woman in the Great Spiritist took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, and trembled: "Holy Light..."

"The Holy Light has appeared!"

"Mr. X...the first work ~IndoMTL.com~ has reached the Holy Light!"

"Buzzing..." At the same time as he said, all the rays of light flew toward the golden box, and a golden light that was countless times brighter than before burst out.

"Swipe!" Everyone closed their eyes, and when they opened them again, Xu Yangyi looked at the center with interest.

There, the Holy Light formed the appearance of the Holy Father and the Virgin, the two stood opposite each other, and the gold box was spinning leisurely in the center, where their hands were pulling.

A white light countless times more holy than before, gently fell from the top, shining vertically on the box, about one meter in diameter, and pieces of silver-white feathers fell around the box. It looks... feels so divine.

No one spoke. The appearance of the works of Holy Light, the silent holiness of the scene, makes people feel as if they have been washed. Even though most of the people sitting here are vampires and werewolves.

"Holy Light Works..." Donnaou murmured enviously: "My holy light works are only seventeen. This person... just arrived, and he has holy light works..."

"Look!" At this moment, Yug finally came back to his soul-I have to say that he is very professional. He screamed and pointed to the ground: "The name...the name has appeared! Holy Light, began to portray the name of Your Excellency X! Everyone! This is the most memorable moment! Usually, only once every ten years!"

All the monks looked to the ground with incomparable envy. Indeed... the golden rays of light, the thickness of the fingers, outlined Xu Yangyi's name on the ground. Although it was composed of rays of light, it was subtle and would not disappear at all.

"2041. The Great Spiritualist X was born, and his famous work was "Earl's Seat." displayed on the basement level of St. John's Cathedral. Holy Light level."