Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 872: The new pope

The Lord of the Sword had a very low voice, almost speaking to himself silently in his heart.

"What did you say?"

Lin Beichen came over with his ear, but he didn't hear clearly just now.

Sword Master slowly sat up.

Leave Lin Beichen's embrace.

She slowly got down from the bed and stood on the ground. She staggered and almost fell, but she still refused Lin Beichen's support. Step by step, she came to a place where the divine pattern formation was sealed. In front of the box.

The material of this box is unknown, but it looks like a valuable item.

There is a divine pattern formation carved by the Lord of Swords himself on it. If there is no technique to dispel the formation, even if the "Qiancao God" came here alive, he would not be able to open the box.

When Lin Beichen saw this scene, his heart moved.

Could it be the wealth that the Lord of the Sword has collected for many years?

This is to thank me, so give me all the treasures?

His heart beat faster.

The Lord of Swords was not in good condition, and it took a full cup of tea before he slowly opened the box manually.

No jewels radiate from it.

Instead, there is a moon-white priest robe.

Ordinary and simple.

"Do you remember this sacrificial robe?"

The Lord of Swords took out the sacrificial robe, turned around and asked.

Uh...

It's another sending proposition.

How do I know this.

Obviously no memory.

"I have a little impression, but I can't remember clearly."

He said vaguely.

Because of the previous actions, the Lord of the Sword's breathing was unstable, and after slowly exhaling a few breaths, he rolled his eyes at him and said, "This is the sacrificial robe that Ye Weiyang wore when he saw you for the last time. "

"Ah, no wonder."

Lin Beichen suddenly realized, and said again: "If you don't say it, I really can't remember it at all. I don't have the slightest impression at all."

"Hehe..."

The Lord of Swords sneered, and immediately shook the robe, sticking it to his body, and said, "I'll show you how to wear it now, okay?"

Huh?

Why do you wear Pinru's clothes?

Lin Beichen was silent.

"Come here, I want you to help me put it on."

The Lord of the Sword is acting like a baby.

"I decline."

Lin Beichen is not a junior brother anyway, how could he make a kindergarten mistake at this time, expressing his position very clearly.

The Lord of Swords looked at him fixedly, and after a long time he snorted, and threw the priest's robe to Lin Beichen, looking angry.

But Lin Beichen clearly noticed that her eyes were shining with happiness.

Oh, woman.

Your name is Duplicity.

He tosses the robe aside seemingly casually.

"Fortunately, you react quickly."

The Lord of the Sword couldn't hide the smile in his eyes: "I didn't let me down... Come here and help me put on this outfit."

This time, what she took out was a set

The majestic and luxurious battle robe of the gods.

This is a substitute that she created for herself after she came to this world according to the style of the war robe of the God Realm.

The style is the same.

The function is too far away.

She is a goddess with a strong sense of ritual. She once wanted to wear this battle robe to regain her faith and everything that belongs to her.

Unfortunately now...

This time, Lin Beichen did not refuse.

He gently took off the obscene robe on his body for the Lord of Swords, and ran his fingers across the suet white jade-like skin. Every inch of this cool and smooth skin had left his traces. Works perfectly.

But now, this body has scars and incompleteness.

The injury is shocking.

It is difficult to recover temporarily.

In Lin Beichen's heart, the anger of hatred grew.

Wei family.

Another minister of Wei.

If it wasn't for this dog, the Lord of Swords wouldn't have been injured so badly.

This person must not be let go.

Before, I was delayed by miscellaneous matters every time, so I didn't go to this miscellaneous to settle accounts. This time, when the matters here are over, I must settle them.

Lin Beichen swore in his heart.

Soon, the battle robe of the gods was completely put on.

The Lord of Swords looked at himself in front of the mirror, with an unnatural blush on his face, and said, "Help me and invite them to the main hall."

"Okay."

Lin Beichen took another sip before turning around and leaving the side hall.

Outside the main hall.

Lin Beichen met the Acting Pope Hua Qingyan, Archbishop Mochizuki and others.

When they returned to the main hall together, they saw that the Lord of the Sword had already sat on the throne of the main hall.

"Meet Your Majesty."

The priests fell to their knees.

Now the priests on the temple mountain are all the most loyal believers of the Lord of Swords, and they all know that she is the real Lord of Swords. Even if the Lord of Swords tells them all to die at this time, no one will He hesitated for half a minute.

"Get up."

The Lord of Swords said slowly.

It's not loud, but it's clear.

The priests stand up.

Hua Qingyan and Bishop Mochizuki looked up nervously.

"It's been a long time since I descended into the mortal world. It just so happens that the Qiancao demon who rebelled and conspired has been killed. The crisis is over, and I should go back."

"After I go, the position of Pope will be..."

"Lin Beichen will be in charge."

The voice falls.

In the main hall, there was a sudden commotion.

Let a man be the Pope of the Lord of Swords Temple?

This is unprecedented.

Lin Beichen was also taken aback.

I am?

Which one is this?

In the blink of an eye, I became the Pope of the Temple?

However, with a cold snort from the Lord of Swords, the uproar disappeared instantly.

The rules are determined by God.

And the figure sitting on the throne overlooking all living beings is God.

It is true God.

The word of God is the will.

How can you question it?

The priests immediately saluted in unison, saying: "Follow my god's will."

Then they saluted Lin Beichen in unison and said: "See His Excellency the Pope."

Looking at this group of Yingyingyanyans saluting to him, Lin Beichen enjoyed it quite a bit.

Aside from other things, except for the young masters such as the Archbishop Mochizuki, who are already old and outrageous, most of the other priests are either young and beautiful, or they still have charm, or they are either stunning, or they are ripe peaches—— After all, the selection of priests in the Lord of the Sword Temple not only requires women, but also has strict requirements on appearance.

At this moment, two words popped up in Lin Beichen's mind——

Xu Zhu.

This little monk is definitely an asshole.

His first demigod struggled, but in the end he became the master of Vulture Palace in Misty Peak. The sword servants under his command are all beautiful and stunning. He lives in seclusion without the restraint of the religious law. Don't you want to...

Tsk tsk tsk...

Bah!

Thinking of the beauty, Lin Beichen couldn't help scolding himself as a beast.

How can you think so?

Are you still human?

What is the difference between you and Cao thief?

The accurate analogy should be Hong Changqing, the political commissar of the Red Detachment of Women, who brought this group of Detachment of Women together to fight the world and cause revolution.

However, Commissar Hong Changqing seems to have died earlier?

EMMM...

Why don't you think about Xu Zhu?

"After I go, the goddess Ye Weiyang will be the saint of the temple. When her ability can be used to the fullest, it will be up to the pope to decide whether to pass on to the saint."

The Lord of the Sword said without any haste.

Lin Beichen's heart skipped a beat.

What the hell?

Pass the throne to Ye Weiyang?

Aren't you Ye Weiyang yourself?

Amidst the doubts, I saw that the Lord of the Sword was also looking at him.

What kind of gaze is that?

With a little tenderness, a little nostalgia, a little unwillingness, a little relief...

At this moment, the aura of the Lord of Swords suddenly collapsed.

The look on her body quickly dissipated.

The breath of life disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The whole person seemed to have turned into a lifeless jade sculpture in an instant.

Lin Beichen was terrified.

What's going on?

He originally thought that the sword lord did so much to prepare for the long-term retreat and recovery of strength.

How could this vengeful **** give up so easily?

But now?

Lin Beichen rushed over.

In the next instant, the completely lifeless figure on the divine throne suddenly had another heartbeat, and immediately a strange light enveloped him.

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