Chapter 190 Pope

Ling Lan and others got on the boat one after another. In less than an hour, they saw the buildings on the Holy Island on the window of the corridor.

The whole holy island is shrouded in a crystal clear light curtain, emitting a little gorgeous and hazy light. Under the introduction of Kelings, the light curtain is the boundary of the whole island. For hundreds of years, it has been guarding the holy island from invasion.

A single boundary shocked Ling Lan and others. The holy island is so big that it is comparable to a city. How much magic power does it take to protect an island? This is what Ling Lan and others can't imagine at present.

After getting off the boat, they were presented with rows of white jade pillars more than 100 meters high, each with a diameter of one meter, neatly arranged on both sides.

At a glance, at the end of the jade pillar, there is a gorgeous white jade palace. In front of the hall, two statues of twelve-winged angels, one left and one right, guarding the hall.

Over the hall, a team of unicorns flew over from time to time and patrolled closely on the whole island.

This is the headquarters of the religion on the Holy Island! Moreover, Ling Lan and the others saw only one corner. The palace in front of them is less than one-tenth of the island, and the more mysterious places are behind the mountain, which they can't see at all.

"Give me silence! Now, we are going to see the Pope. Don't talk nonsense. Do you hear me? Kellins stood in front of Ling Lan and the other ten, saying with a serious and cold expression, and the rest of the bishops were already waiting in the hall.

"Yes!"

Kellins walked in the front, with a hundred divine messengers standing on both sides, expressionless like a sculpture.

Ling Lan carefully felt the breath of them. He found that the most ordinary people like them are all strong people of eighth-order strength. Any one who goes out can be warmly welcomed on the mainland.

The rest of the people, like Ling Lan, secretly moved their eyes to the gods on both sides and observed secretly.

"Don't exert mental strength! Do you hear me?"

Suddenly, Kellins shouted angrily and stared at the people around him angrily. They were swept by her eyes, and they all lowered their heads and dared not say anything.

Entering the hall, the sight inside dimmed, and even the temperature dropped a lot.

More than 100 people in the temple stood neatly and quietly on the ground without making a sound. It was so quiet that those who ran for the election like Ling Lan were too scared to look up.

In the deepest part of the temple, a powerful breath loomed over Ling Lan and others. Under the visit of the unknown existence, they tightened their bodies more and dared not come out.

Kelings' footsteps quietly dissipated, and he bent down respectfully and said, "Your Excellency, these disciples have been brought here. Please have a look."

"Hmm."

Ling Lan listened, and a single tone came out, turning into sound waves hitting Ling Lan's ears. Just making a nasal sound made the people below tremble with shock.

"You all look up!" Kellins shouted at them again with dissatisfaction.

"Kellys, don't do that." The Pope's voice echoed in the hall. He was close at hand, but he seemed thousands of miles away.

Ling Lan and the others looked up, and they all wanted to see what kind of existence the Pope was. When they turned their eyes to the Pope, they found that they could not look directly at each other at all. They just glanced at each other, as if they were looking directly at the dazzling sunlight and lowered their heads reflexively.

Only Ling Lan persisted for five seconds and recorded the Pope's appearance in his mind. It was a very kind old man, normal and extremely tall, sitting on a high and majestic white holy chair in a golden robe.

Suddenly, Ling Lan felt a force looking directly at him. He raised his head again and found that the Pope's eyes full of infinite power were looking at him.

That feeling surprised him a little. The glance just flashed in an instant, but it was as long as a few minutes, which made Ling Lan feel a chill.

"Very good. After hundreds of years of development, my divine religion is becoming more and more prosperous, and the talent of these disciples is also very high. I like that this bishop's election will not let me down and disappoint the divine religion."

"The Pope is wise!" The bishops below bent down and said respectfully.

After meeting the mysterious and great Pope, Ling Lan and the others were assigned to their respective residences and could not go out for the time being.

The rules on this island are extremely strict, and even people with the status of bishop need to strictly abide by them, not to mention Ling Lan, who are still ordinary red-dressed believers.

"I have never seen Hailin at all. Where is she? Bishop Elyfair will not lie to me, and Lord Megayah is also sure that she will come to the election. Where is she? Could it be..." Ling Lan stood in front of the window of his room, looking at the black sea in the distance, thinking leisurely.

A few kilometers away, in a huge practice room, on the golden carpet printed with the starlight pattern, is kneeling with a holy girl in white. Her long black hair is draped over her shoulders and muttering devoutly in her mouth.

In front of her is a sacred and lifelike angel statue. The room is quiet, and only her gentle and inaudible voice can be heard.

"Dat! Da! Da!"

A neat and orderly footsteps sounded, making a clear sound on the wooden floor, which reached the girl's ears, getting clearer and closer and closer.

"Who?"

I don't know how many days and nights have passed. She has never been out here. There is no living life here except herself. Now, she actually heard the long-lost footsteps. She was surprised and hesitated. She thought it was her hallucination. When she first came here, she would also have a self-righteous hallucination. However, she hasn't experienced that feeling of self-deception for a long time.

"Miss! Tomorrow is the day of the bishop's election, and you can participate in it. The waitress who entered the door from the corridor said humbly. She lowered her head and couldn't see what she looked like.

Is that right? Time flies. It's been a year. Has he come yet?"

The waitress didn't understand what she was talking about and quickly corrected, "Miss came here to practice for 67 days and reached the realm of the Dharma God 200 days ago. Congratulations, Miss!"

"Ha ha, let's go out." She smiled faintly and slowly stood up. As she left the golden door, under the sunlight through the window, the colorful butterfly ornaments on her head suddenly flashed with a dazzling light.