Chapter 157

Limon Tanlu, the capital of the kingdom of stoke.

The power temple in the southeast corner is sparsely populated. Under the solemn atmosphere, there are occasionally one or two believers and ritual officials passing by in the broad and solemn buildings.

"This familiar force... Is the arrival of a conscious body of the father?"

Agnes Rodney, the helmsman of the power Temple of stoke Kingdom, is also one of the cardinals of the power temple. She is really standing at the peak of stoke kingdom.

He walked out of the quiet room, slowly suspended in the air, and looked at the north of the kingdom with calm eyes.

"What happened to Nancy Peters?"

The hesitant look flashed away. Agnes sighed softly. He felt the touch of the space scroll given to Nancy before. Now the breath of the arrival of the father came from the north of the kingdom. Obviously, there were things that could not be mastered.

The most important thing is that at this time, he can't leave Wangdu easily.

After waiting for many years, the old king, who always controlled the power of the Kingdom and suppressed many Temple missionaries, finally came the news that he was seriously ill. He could not give up here. The layout of the power temple, which had been spent for many years, was slowly closing the net, and many hidden forces were watching his movements.

"The coming of the father's consciousness should be able to solve the problems there, but I don't know what happened. I should call the name of the father with my life."

It is inevitable to pay some price for praising the true name with the strength of the bishop.

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The gate of sorrow, the war barrier of the Kingdom, the highest military force in the north.

A faint blue light swept through the dark secret room. The knight in armor opened his eyes, and the light black energy dispersed. He looked at the renwal mountains, where he felt the danger of palpitation.

"The coming of the divine consciousness? Who has violated the interests of the gods?"

"Wait, lunwal mountains, is Baron modrian?" a pair of white and slender palms arranged messy blue hair, revealing cold eyes and indifferent face.

"It's really a restless little guy. He's provoked the iron plate! I don't know which God's consciousness body came."

"At this point in time, is it ready to intensify the scope of the vortex?"

The low murmuring voice sounded in the secret room, and finally disappeared into invisibility, restoring a quiet and silent environment.

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Oh!

The shrill sound of birds breaks the stagnant time and space at the moment!

A sky blue bluebird emerged from the mountains in the distance for a moment, accompanied by a strong wind, blowing the golden sky, rippling slowly like wave patterns.

At the next moment, the green bird rose into the sky, just like an eagle fighting the sky, directly hitting the closed golden eyes!

Buzz!

Cyan ripples and golden radiance touch each other, invisible waves spread, distort transparent folds, and the sun shines, reflecting colorful light.

"Who is it? Dare to attack my consciousness..."

KAKA!

It can be seen by the naked eye that the always closed golden eyes want to open slightly, but the green bird always shuttles through the void, leaving cyan traces through the sky and stitching the sides of the eyes.

The crisp voice of struggle rang through, like the last madness and helplessness of addicts. However, everything was in vain.

[hurricane roaring]!

A strong blue wind swept by, bringing countless chaotic scattered energy, forming a huge twisted tornado vortex, with the sky blue bluebird in the center.

"The time has come!"

Oh!

A blue tornado with a diameter of tens of meters rose into the sky under the guidance of the violent green bird, and crashed into the trapped golden eyes like lightning.

Click!

The sound of broken glass echoed over the town of ewendell. The golden eye was slowly broken under the attack of the cyan tornado, and the scattered golden light fell like a continuous drizzle, quietly immersed in this space-time.

"I remember your breath..." the golden eyes were broken, a trace of sacred and dignified voice whispered, and then the green wind blew without leaving a trace.

The flying Bluebird seems unheard of. Every time she flutters her wings in the pure blue sky, it will set off a faint and transparent breeze.

The wings fell, the bluebird hung upside down, and the breeze followed behind, blowing away the remaining golden brilliance.

At the moment, the town of ewendell seems to be covered by a cyan breeze. The once rendered golden sky is fading, and white clouds are gathering and dispersing again.

Above modrian's head, the green bird circled, crowed a few times, and then became an elegant and beautiful girl.

The elegant plain clothes set off the tall and full figure, with long white hair and shawl, slightly covering the long pointed ears.

When she saw modrian, Jana bent her knees slightly, put her right hand on her slender waist with white sleeves, and the rippling breeze danced like the spirit of the wind.

"Sorry, Lord, I'm late."

"It doesn't matter." modrian looked up at Ghana in front of him, with a faint smile on his white face. "I didn't expect that the assassination organized by the power temple would have such twists and turns, and even attract the attention of someone."

"However, from the situation encountered this time, we can't underestimate any temple. I'm sure there will be some old monsters suddenly."

Slightly moving his rigid body, he recalled the extraordinary confrontation, which was more suffocating and oppressive than the demon legend.

"Can you feel the specific strength of that person?"

Jana frowned gently, and her elegant face showed a trace of dignity. "That should be just the coming of consciousness, not noumenon."

"As for his strength......" Jana hesitated for a moment and continued. "I don't know. It should be above legend, or even higher."

"Because the coming consciousness body strength has the strength of entering the legend!"

Hearing this, modrian looked up at the sky. The residual golden drizzle still fell slowly, which did not interfere with the cyan breeze and disappeared in the sky.

"How about your strength?" modrian asked suddenly.

"Now I'm not as good as him." Jana looked at the sky and said calmly. "However, when we meet again in the future, I believe I will never be weaker than him."

Proud Cana!

Modrian looked at Gana as confident as a queen at this time and inexplicably believed what she said. This is the unique charm of every Valoran hero.

Not only Jana, but also many other heroes who are now following him.

He believed that in the mainland of caladimos, these heroes would bloom their own great deeds again.

"Rob, arrange the follow-up treatment. I don't want to see any power in the temple of power in Valoran and the surrounding areas."

"Yes, Lord!" the shadow twisted and the robbed figure disappeared.

Then, the clean-up operation officially began. The disciples of shadow flow cooperated with the noxas soldiers to remove the remaining hands of the power temple in Valoran, and announced the surrounding radiation affected areas to prohibit the power temple from spreading faith.

This is a bloody deterrent. With the terrorist strength exposed by modrian, no one chooses to refuse at this moment.