Into the Darkness of the Elves

Under Pain's leadership, Zhang Xuanjing and A Kuo soon arrived at the main building.

This building is very similar to the building Zhang Xuanjing saw in the ruins before.

It's just that there is a mural painted on the top here, which is the figure of Giratina knocking down Palkia and Dialga from above.

"Hahaha, I like this painting!!" Giratina, who had just eaten two souls in the reverse world, shouted happily when she saw the mural through the death coffin.

"Cut, it's just a painting. When did you really beat them both up? I'll record it for you. It's no better than this." Zhang Xuanjing replied lightly in his heart.

"Good! Good!" Giratina felt good when he heard this.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to beat them then." Zhang Xuanjing changed the subject.

"Fart! I've never lost a fight before!!" Giratina shouted angrily.

"It's all said like this." Zhang Xuanjing looked indifferent.

"In the future, I will definitely slap you in the face!" Giratina roared angrily.

"Master Messenger, we're here!" Pain led Zhang Xuanjing into the building, walked through the long corridor, and came to a conference room with a simple door.

"Go in." Zhang Xuanjing nodded slightly.

Squeak!

Pain gently pushed the door of the conference room open.

The six people sitting and chatting inside immediately turned their gazes over, wanting to see what the so-called Lord Messenger was.

Pain greeted Zhang Xuanjing, and Zhang Xuanjing signaled to A Kuo to wait outside.

Then he walked in slowly with the death coffin.

Pain closed the door again, and followed Zhang Xuanjing obediently.

puff!

A laugh sounded.

A middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy businessman made a sneering sound inside. This man was called Chuanzang, and he was at the peak of quasi-king level. Chuanzang continued to complain. "I said, High Priest, are you being deceived, that this brat who hasn't even grown a hair is an emissary?"

"That's right, old man, do you want to find someone to pretend to be a so-called emissary, so that you can monopolize the power yourself." An old man with a ferocious aura echoed. .

The others didn't say anything, but the expression on their faces obviously didn't believe it.

Pain didn't refute anything, he was no longer the highest ranking person here.

He just took off his mask, revealing a cold face, then stepped forward and opened the main seat of the table in the meeting room, and preached respectfully to Zhang Xuanjing. "Please sit down, Messenger."

Zhang Xuanjing walked over slowly.

"It's still a full set of acting, high priest, you really don't even want your face." Kareem Abdul-Jabbar laughed at Pain.

Then he saw the murderous intent in Zhang Xuanjing's eyes, got up and slapped the table hard, and walked towards Zhang Xuanjing with a bloody aura on his body, and shouted. "I want to see if you dare to sit!"

For Zhang Xuanjing, this kind of momentum really doesn't even count as drizzle. If you insist that the momentum that can bring pressure to Zhang Xuanjing is only the boss Sakagi.

Zhang Xuanjing sat on the seat with a calm face.

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's face changed instantly, and he felt that he was being provoked.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xuanjing gave him a slight glance, and then the aura on his body burst out again. The aura Zhang Xuanjing had honed for so long was thick and terrifying.

Everyone present seemed to feel that where Zhang Xuanjing was, an evil dragon surging in a sea of ​​blood appeared.

And as Zhang Xuanjing looked at Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, it seemed that this evil dragon roared and rushed towards him with its teeth and claws.

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, who was targeted, sat down on the sofa directly, with a look of fear on his face, but it was quickly replaced by endless anger.

When he was about to get up, Pain slapped the table heavily and shouted at Kareem Abdul-Jabbar with killing intent. "Jabbar, you'd better show some respect to the Messenger, otherwise I don't mind teaching you a lesson for the Messenger!"

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's complexion changed again, and he finally sat down on the stool, but still looked at Zhang Xuanjing with an unkind expression.

"High Priest, it's not that we don't believe you. The main reason is that the messenger is too young, and he hasn't produced anything to prove his identity. We can't just listen to your side of the story. It's normal to have doubts."

A beautiful woman with a very beautiful appearance, but she looks like a black widow, preached to Pain. Her name is Lian Rong, and she is the peak strength of the quasi-king.

"Yes, I think so too." A wrinkled old lady echoed. This old woman is the last Heavenly King-level powerhouse besides Pain and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar. Granny Mo.

The remaining two people did not speak. They belonged to Pain's faction, named Qu Qing and Alec, but they also had doubts on their faces.

"Master Messenger, look." Pain asked Zhang Xuanjing after looking at the few people who hated iron and steel.

Zhang Xuanjing waved his hand to let Pain sit down first, and Pain sat down obediently.

"I can understand everyone's feelings. After all, a person suddenly appeared saying that he is the envoy of Giratina and wants to overwhelm you. It is normal to question and be unconvinced." Zhang Xuanjing gathered his momentum and said lightly road.

In fact, the extraordinary Zhang Xuanjing also made them a little shaken, but they would not recognize Zhang Xuanjing's identity without seeing reasonable evidence.

"Master Messenger is serious. As long as you can prove your identity, we will naturally believe your identity." Alec and Qu Qing, who were with Pain, said to Zhang Xuanjing.

"Let's talk nonsense, if you don't show proof today, not only will you die, Pain, the high priest, will almost step aside." Kareem Abdul-Jabbar still looks like a powder keg.

"Master Messenger, please prove it." The beautiful women Lianrong, Chuanzang and Granny Namo preached together.

They have been greedy for Pain's position for a long time.

"Since you want to prove it, I will prove it to you, Death's Coffin." Zhang Xuanjing looked calm.

Seeing Zhang Xuanjing like this, they were really unsure.

Wait until the lid of the death coffin is opened and Giratina pokes his head out.

Long Wei with the breath of death filled the entire meeting room.

They were all numb, kneeling down on the ground one by one in fear, and piously shouted piously to Giratina.

After Giratina growled.

Zhang Xuanjing preached lightly. "The Lord said, it is very disappointed in you. You are ignorant and question my identity. It is even not united enough, and you want to fight!"

"Lord Lord and Messenger, please forgive me!!" Even a heavenly king-level powerhouse begged for mercy while prostrating on the ground in fear.

"The Lord is very disappointed that you have not achieved good results for so long since you established the organization. It seriously doubts your ability now, so it chose me to lead you to a higher position." Zhang Xuanjing said nonchalantly.

"We are willing to be driven by the messenger, to dedicate our loyalty to the Lord, even if it is life!" The few people below shouted.

"Really? But why do I feel that some people don't think so?" When they were talking, Zhang Xuanjing observed them with his ability. They were basically stable, and only one person was constantly fluctuating.

"Is it? Priest Kareem?"

"Subordinates dare not!" Kareem Abdul-Jabbar shouted.

"Really? But how did I find out that your heart is shaking? Is your belief in the Lord not so firm!" Zhang Xuanjing asked forcefully.

Hearing Zhang Xuanjing's pressing question, Kareem dodged his eyes, and he didn't know why Zhang Xuanjing would discover his inner thoughts.