Chapter 430 Sleepy

The Pope's eyes were indifferent and stared at the elder standing under the throne of God. Although he did not move, a faint pressure had emerged from his body.

That is the peak power of the real holy land. Even if it is Pilate, a great elder with profound practice, it is also difficult to bear. With the emergence of this silent pressure, the elder snorted and his face turned slightly pale.

But he didn't seem to care. He nodded faintly and said, "That's right, the time is too hasty, and even if it gives me enough time, it must be difficult to hide it from you, so I might as well come directly and do it as soon as possible. Ha..."

Pilate smiled and then said, "Sure enough, you are too confident, so knowing that I have a problem, you still hold the identity of the so-called supreme strongman and didn't do it in advance, otherwise I may not have a chance to show this seal on my body."

"Because of something, I want to ask you personally. If you take action in advance, you won't have this opportunity." The Pope did not have any mood swings and seemed to be not detered by his words at all.

"Hahahaha! You are really confident. Well, if you have any questions, just ask and answer them. The elder nodded.

"It has been almost 70 years since you joined the temple. You are an old man in the temple. Why did you do this today?" The Pope said slowly.

"Hum... What else can it be for? Naturally, it's for the dark parliament!" The elder of the temple lowered his head and laughed evilly, and then raised his eyes again, which was already ferocious.

"Dark Parliament...Okay...Okay...Dark Parliament...Hum..." Hearing this answer, the Pope's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he felt reasonable and unexpected.

After a moment of silence, the Pope sighed gently. He was originally an old face and became more aging. It seems that this matter has also caused a certain blow to this peak figure.

"Seventy years... For such a long time in the temple, normal people would have regarded this place as their own home. When you came in, you were still very young, and the ubiquitous brilliance of the temple failed to warm your heart. It seems that the people of the dark council are really ice with iron heart.

"Hahaha, you have your beliefs, and we also have our own. In fact, if I can, I would like to bring it here all my life, but it's a pity that I suddenly received an order this morning, so... I have to do so..." The elder of the temple should not be said to be the old man who is the deepest hidden in the Eastern Continent by the Dark Parliament, and did not relax after his treachery. But a little sigh.

seemed to see the emotions in his heart. The Pope shook his head and said, "Well, Pilate, do you know that after your actions today, there is no possibility of stepping out of this temple, so all the benefits promised to you by the Dark Council have all turned into nothingness."

"No, no, hehe..." Pilate waved his hand and said, "At the peak of your sanctuary, even stronger strength, and in the supreme court of the temple, no one in the world has been able to kill you, so I came today and naturally have no intention of going back alive..." Pilate's face appeared Weird smile.

"The fearless spirit of glorious sacrifice? This is not in line with your dark parliament's fear of life and death. The Pope shook his head and then took a step forward.

He hasn't moved before, but now he suddenly came forward, which means that although the conversation is not over, the Pope already knows what he wants to know, so now it is useless to say more.

With the old pope's step, the whole main hall suddenly changed, and a strong divine power gushed out of the Pope's body, filling the whole supreme court. Feeling the supreme power of light, the inscription around the hall suddenly lit up, echoing the light released by the Pope.

"Hmm?!" The former elder of the temple, now the lurker of the dark parliament, has changed his face greatly. Although he was confident that the seal in his body would definitely work at this moment, he suddenly felt the invincible light power, and he couldn't help trembling, because it was the world's top breath, pressure, and death. He stared at the seal released from his chest, because this was the only thing he could do now.

I have to say that the conspiracy that the Dark Parliament has planned for many years is great. It can make a strong man who has reached the peak of a great practitioner and even reached the semi-sacred realm willing to die, so the results will naturally not be low. A layer of fine pure lines suddenly appeared outside the bodies of Pilate and the Pope, forming an invisible net of empty and pure forces, firmly binding him and the Pope in it.

This layer of net seems soft and fragile, but strangely, whether it is the light magic at the peak of the holy land released from the Pope's body or the sacred inscriptions with powerful powers around the temple outside the net, there is nothing to do about this layer of fine net.

The Pope's body moved, but found that at this moment, his body could no longer move. He raised his eyes, but there was not much shock. Instead, it was more extreme complex emotions. Looking at the fine light network around him, he sighed, as if he had guessed the origin of this sealed net, so he did not Release your sacred light and slowly converve it back to your body. He raised his hand indifferently and pointed to Pilate in front of him...

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As the greatest existence in the world, His Majesty the Pope has not taken action for many years, but no one dares to specul on the power of this old man, because everyone he has seen has died.

Pilate can become the chief elder of the temple, proving that his level is very high and surprisingly high, but this is still not the reason for him to live under the guidance of the Pope. There was a bright hollow in his chest, but there was no flesh and blood in it, just pure emptiness.

Ordinary people have suffered such injuries and have long died. Even if they are a strong man with profound cultivation, they still can't support it for much time, because it is the location of the heart. No one can continue to live after the heart is destroyed, unless he has broken through the holy land and transcends the scope of human beings.

Pillado obviously hasn't reached that level, but he is not dead. The hole in his chest magical began to heal itself. The Pope standing in front of the throne became pale. What's more surprising is that there was a wound in his left chest.

"Hahahaha! His Holiness! You don't have to struggle meaninglessly anymore. In this boundary, you can't hurt me, and you don't have to think about being able to break away, because this ancient spell is passed down from the God of Light and the shared connection of life. As a magician, I pass on life to you. Under the protection of the power of the God of Light, you can't kill me. Unless you kill yourself, I can share your vitality at any time. More importantly, this boundary, whether it is the divine inscription in the temple or your powerful light divine power, will have no effect, because this art is bright!"

The wound on the Pope's chest was slowly healed under the power of light. He did not take action again, because he knew that Pilate was not telling lies, and he had already felt the attribute that bound his seal.

"So, what's your purpose for doing this to trap me for an hour? What's the point of this? Even if you are trapped, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the members of the Dark Council to stay in the Eastern Continent at this time. And when I regain my freedom, who can stop me? When saying this, the old pope won in his eyes. Although the lion is old, he is still majestic.