Chapter 62 Return

The church was in peace, and the power of light did not make Fan Tian feel any discomfort. On the contrary, there were signs of breakthrough in his body. The Holy Virgin Church is a forbidden place in the Holy Church. Few people can enter it at ordinary times. Even this time, the great priest Jingtuo has prepared a few days to open it.

"Miss Zhier, if you become a saint, you will have infinite power, and tens of thousands of people will respect it..." Fan Tian has heard this voice countless times in the past few days. Zhi'er's face was even more bitter, but the great priest was still tireless, indomitable and persistent. He adhered to the spirit of immortality of the Yellow River and constantly ** to guide Zhier's young heart. Unfortunately, Zhier didn't know what medicine she took. In the face of heavy **, she just didn't agree and followed Fan Tian.

"Master, don't talk about it. Let me go. I don't want to be a saint!" Zhi'er had a bitter little face and looked at the eyes of the great priest Jingtuo. She was about to shed tears of grievance. Jingtuo, who was a lot of age, was at a loss and asked Fan Tian for help.

"Zier, the great priest is so kind to you. I don't think there is any harm in becoming a saint." Fan Tian also felt that Zhier's staying here was a good destination. After all, his future was illusory, and it was even more unpredictable after returning to the source continent. Fan Tian did not want to take this little sister to take risks, but the other party did not seem to appreciate it.

"I don't want it. I want to follow Brother Fan Tian." Seeing Fan Tian also say so, the other party's face suddenly changed, and his expression was so aggrieved that he couldn't be more wronged, which made Fan Tian feel weak.

"Master, you have seen it, and it's useless for me to persuade you. I don't know when we will see the statue of the saint? Whether he can return to the source continent is his biggest concern, because his relatives, friends and future are all there. If he can't go back, everything here is nothing and meaningless to him.

"You can open the Holy Church tomorrow!" The great priest frowned slightly. After these days of communication, he also learned the purpose of Fan Tian's people's visit this time, and his heart was also full of curiosity and expectation for the holy church on the other end of the world. Therefore, now he no longer prevents him from visiting the statue of the saint, but, like everyone, with doubts, puzzles and expectations.

In the morning, under the morning sun, in the depths of the church, a mysterious area, surrounded by light energy, seemed more holy and mysterious. A breath that made Fan Tian feel familiar came to his face, that is, the sadness and faint sadness.

"That's the feeling, that's right!" Fan Tian was very sure and a little excited.

"I also feel it, that's the feeling!" The quasi-imperial seemed to be aware of the strangeness. He seemed to finally see hope on his face and couldn't wait to see the statue of the saint. However, what was strange was that the great priest and Zhier beside him could not feel these at all, and looked at Fan Tian and the quasi-hemperor blankly.

"What do you feel?" The red-robed priest's face was full of doubts.

"It's a special feeling. Don't you feel that faint sadness?" Fan Tian also doesn't understand why only the two of them can, but others can't feel it?

"Hey, old man, stop talking nonsense, open the door quickly!" The quasi-imperial beside him can't wait.

"Hmm, be polite, or be careful that I won't open it!" The great priest raised his eyebrows and had been very close to the emperor, but he was afraid that Fan Tian would be anxious, but Zhi'er beside him came out to talk.

"Grandpa, will you open it quickly? Zhier can't wait either!" The priest's face became fast enough, and a kind smile appeared in an instant.

"Don't worry, grandpa will open it!" Seeing the other party's face faster than turning over the book, the emperor couldn't help snorting coldly, but he didn't say anything more, because now everyone's mind is on the statue of the saint, but they are too lazy to quarrel.

rumbling

With the continuous singing of the great priest, the huge six-point array gradually shined, and the light energy between heaven and earth was mobilized. The golden door in front of him seemed to have life, slowly opening to the crowd. The dazzling light made it impossible for everyone to look directly, and a stronger breath of sadness rolled in.

"What a strong breath. This feeling is actually stronger than the statue in the holy spring!" Fan Tian looked at the statue in the hall with a shocked face, the same face, the same breath, the same sadness, the same holiness. The only difference is the conch in your hand.

"Snail?" Fan Tian can clearly remember that this conch is the conch that saved him countless times, and even the runes on it are exactly the same. Although this conch is the same stone carving as the statue, Fan Tian has a feeling that it is the real conch.

"Conch? Are you talking about the one in her hand? Following Fan Tian's eyes, the great priest looked at the conch in the saint's hand, and his eyes seemed to show memories.

"What? Do you know the origin of this conch? Fan Tian looked at the other party in surprise, but what answered him was not the great priest, but the quasi-imperial beside him.

"How can anyone not know this conch? This is the frightening holy snail sound in the church, the holy instrument of the church!" Looking at the stone-carved conch, the prospective emperor's eyes seemed to show fear, as if they had seen the scene of its great power.

"I don't know when it last appeared in front of you?" Fan Tian doesn't believe that there can be two identical sacred weapon sounds at the same time in this world.

"About 3,000 years ago, it disappeared into the world with a great priest in charge. Since then, people have never seen Luoyin again. That church launched the power of the whole continent, but the whereabouts of Luo Yin and the great priest were never found. The voice of the red-robed priest was full of vicissitudes and helplessness.

"Three thousand years ago?" Fan Tian's eyes were full of shock and meditation, and he seemed to have fallen into a huge mystery. Decades ago, he, who expected to break into the endless East China Sea, asked Boyuan to give him the holy weapon Luoyin. Decades later, the curse of the dark dragon in his body had to go into the endless sea to find the holy island. Tianwu Continent, Holy Instrument Luoyin, Saint Statue, what does this mean? Everything seemed to be planned, and everything seemed to be so coincidental. Fan Tian was at a loss, looked at the sound in the hand of the saint statue, and unconsciously walked over.

"Brother Fantian, what are you doing?" Seeing Fan Tian walking towards the statue in his eyes, Zhier's face behind him was full of anxiety and wanted to stop his movement, but he was stopped by the emperor. The emperor seems to want to change here.

"What are you going to do? The statue of the saint cannot be redeemed!" Seeing the hand stretched out to the stone carving Luoyin, the priest's face suddenly changed, but his movements were also stopped by the quasi-imperial.

"Today is the long-awaited breakthrough opportunity. If any of you want to stop it, don't blame me for being rude." The sudden action of the quasi-imperial made the great priest suffocate. He never thought that the quasi-imperial would fight back at a critical moment. The crazy eyes of the other party made him understand that this guy seemed to have some signs of going crazy in order to break through.

However, just as the smell of gunpowder kept rising and it was possible to do it at any time, Fan Tian's hand suddenly touched the sound of snail. At this moment, the color of heaven and earth changed, and the Holy Church suddenly had a roaring vibration. The dazzling blue light was violently emitted by the Luoyin statue, and the power of space once again enveloped Fan Tian.

"It's not good!" The two people who confronted each other realized that it was not good at the same time, gave up their opponents and rushed to Fan Tian. However, this force does not seem to accommodate everyone. Except for Fan Tian and the quasi-emperor, Zhi'er and the great priest are completely excluded, and they can't get close to the statue anyway.

"I feel it, I feel the opportunity to break through!" The prospective emperor's face showed joy, but at this moment, the figures of the two suddenly glowed generously in the eyes of Zhier and the great priest, dazzling and tingling.

Boom

The Holy Women's Church has regained peace, but there are already two people missing here. Zhier broke free from the shackles of the great priest and rushed to the statue heartbreakingly. No matter how she touched it, the statue became calm and calm.

"Brother, why do you still drop me?" Zhi'er knelt in front of the statue, tears flowed down, and her heart seemed to be hollowed out. Her body was weak and soft there, leaving only a murmur in her mouth. When the priest saw the grieving Zhier, he didn't know how to comfort her. He could only quietly look at the statue of the saint and recall everything just now.

However, the statue seemed to be moved by Zhier's tears, and suddenly flashed, and a conch appeared in front of Zhier with an image and a faint sound.

"Zier, don't worry. My brother is fine. I will come back to see you in the future and stay with the great priest." As the words fell, the conch slowly fell on Zhier's hands with tears on her face. Zhier looked at the sudden appearance of Luoyin and seemed to have made some determination in her big tearful eyes.

Holy Spring Pool

The saint's pool suddenly boiled, and the huge six-point array fell from the sky. The blue whirlpool opened from the sky. Two figures suddenly appeared. I don't know when the spiral sacred artifact floated out of the saint's statue. Fan Tian saw the heartbroken Zhier through Luoyin. At this moment, he suddenly felt an unprecedented pain in his heart. Then, the snail sound disappeared into the whirlpool with a faint sound...

"Is this the source continent?" The quasi-imperial felt the changes between the world around him and felt the indescribable excitement in his eyes, because he had already felt the barrier of wanting to break through in his body.

"Yes, this is the source continent." Fan Tian smiled, and he already felt a familiar breath coming quickly.

"Who is coming?" The majestic voice did not disturb Fan Tian, but the quasi-imperial beside him showed vigilance in his eyes.

"Great priest, did you forget me so soon?" Fan Tian's faint voice made a pause, and an incredible look appeared on his face.

"Fen Tian? How dare you come back?" The visitor was the great priest of the Holy Island. Holding the holy man's handbook, he landed in front of Fan Tian and the two. The bright power shown on his body was not weaker than that of the holy temple in Tianwu mainland.

"That's right, it's me."

PS: I finally went home. I took a car all day today, and the second one is later. There will be three more times next week. When the filament recovers, thank you for your red vote.