The Strongest Earth Mentor

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Yang Chenmeng was even scared, so much so that he has not been back to God for a long time, but the Pope on the ground is extremely pious, lying on the ground without any complaints, waiting for the "God of God" to let himself get up.

Yang Chen thought of rushing all the way into the church, and then invited him to fight against the high pope and his domineering. He also thought that he had been a **** of heaven or a beam of white light before he entered the Holy See. Call it back directly... I thought about countless possibilities, but I didn't expect to be prone to creeping on the ground in such a simple room, and called myself "Master of God".

"Master Tianshen, since you came to the world eighteen years ago, you have always been looking forward to your arrival. Now, you are finally here..." The Pope is very sure that the young man in front of him is the one he has waited for many years. People, although the familiar breath on him was too weak to be weak, but even a trace of it would not be wrong, so he became more respectful in his tone, and he wished he could kiss him on the back of Yang Chen's feet at this time. A few bites to express your piety.

"Uh... you get up first." Yang Chen froze for a long while, only to find that the supreme pope was still lying on the ground, and said, in fact, he now has many problems in his heart, but he can't let people kneel to talk to himself Right.

"Observe, Lord Tenjin."

For example, if he is forgiven, the Pope will stand up from the ground tremblingly, but he dare not stand upright. Because of the geographical reasons, even if he is old, he is still much taller than Yang Chen. At this time, he bowed his body as much as possible. Keep your head under Yang Chen's eyes.

"I don't understand... Lord Pope..."

Yang Chen opened the door and said, "We only met for the first time. Why do you seem to have known me for a long time?"

"Master Tianshen, maybe this body is now blinding your perception, but the breath of your body is absolutely not wrong. You came here this time, presumably to get back your flaming sword? "

Yang Chen frowned. He didn't understand why the Pope bit him what kind of God God he was, but the Pope's words made him think about it. From the beginning, when he came to the periphery of the Holy See, there was something inexplicable in his heart. Throbbing, as if feeling about to meet an old friend.

At first he thought he was so nervous that there was a problem with his mentality, but at this time the pope's word "take back" made the feeling in his heart clear. The sword looks more and more clear.

It was a long sword that was exactly the same as the two-handed sword used by the riding guards I saw before, but this sword, with a raging fire, seemed to have burned from the beginning until the world was destroyed. Will not go out.

This feeling is very strange, and it is getting stronger.

Yang Chen felt his head suddenly seemed to have something extra, some vague memory fragments, but could not connect them together.

At the same time, an unprecedented sense of urgency made him want to see the sword as soon as possible, and subconsciously asked, "Where is that sword now?"

Yang Chen swears that he said it exactly in accordance with the will in his mind. Before that, he did not know that the so-called artifact was a sword.

Hearing Yang Chen's question, the Pope confirmed his thoughts, Huo Ran raised his head, watching Yang Chen's eyes burst into tears, and suddenly fell to his knees, shouting in his mouth. With: "Lord, true God, you...you...you finally heard our voice."

"Where is that sword now?"

Yang Chen asked again, he began to be impatient, and was eager to find the truth in his heart, but the pope did not know what nerves, but actually knelt down again at this time, so his tone also brought a trace Displeased.

"The gods are not strange, the gods are strange..." The poor Pope, usually only others respect him, now it is his turn to feel the pressure, big drops of sweat on the forehead, quickly stood up from the ground, aside Guiding Yang Chen to follow him, he said, "Goddess Master Qing comes with me."

Lord Pope is old, but his speed is not slow. He got up and turned around to walk in all the clouds and water. There was no fatigue for the elderly, and Yang Chen had already bypassed the table and stood in the row of bookshelves between two or three times. In front of him, I saw him press a few times on the table. The rumbling sound rang, and the bookshelves separated from the middle, revealing a hidden door in the back.

Opening the secret door, Yang Chen found that behind this room, there was actually a storage room with a surface of hundreds of square meters. A lot of antiquities that seemed to have a strong religious color filled the entire space. In the middle, a sword floats diagonally into the sky.

Buzz...

The heart has a spirit, Yang Chen's realization has just fallen on the sword, and a sudden burst of swords sounded, with a joyful emotion in his voice.

Seeing this scene, the pope is prostrate to the ground again, and he keeps saying "Lord" and "True God" in his mouth.

Yang Chen didn't care about defying the Pope's behavior at this time, but just stared at the sword, as if looking at a long-lost lover.

Somehow, a feeling of sorrow rose from the bottom of his heart, he murmured: "Waiting for a long time."

The three words flowed out of the lips. The sword seemed to understand human words. The buzzing sound was loud and trembling, and the objects around it shook and fell.

Then, in the shock of the pope's eyes, the sword shook more and more fiercely. Suddenly, a cluster of flames ignited from the sword body, and then fluttered into Yang Chen's hands.

At this time, Yang Chen didn't notice the shock in the pope's eyes, and a large amount of information kept pouring in his mind.

In the year 776 of the angel calendar, a sword of flame was born in the void, and the sacred king gave it to the right wing guard and became a symbol of the command of the angels...

In the 920th year of the angel calendar, the fallen angel collaborated with the devil, and the city of angels encountered an unprecedented crisis. The archangel Gabriel held the sword of flames, spreading the darkness between them, spreading the light to the end of nothingness...

Angel Calendar...

A series of messages, fragments of memory, rushed to converge in Yang Chen's mind, and finally became a complete chain of memory. Yang Chen finally knew why he opened his eyes and saw an angel. Why is there some fragmentary memory fragments in my body's mind.

However, he is more entangled in why he would answer the question about Gabriel earlier, because he is Gabriel himself.

Yang Chen, who was sorting out the information coming out of his mind, did not notice at all that his body had undergone tremendous changes.

In the pope's hot eyes, first of all, his hair, originally black short hair, began to grow gradually, and then spread to the waist, and in the process of long stools, starting from the root of the hair, a circle of snow began to go down Spread, and finally became completely silver-white.

Furthermore, the eyes, the black eyes turned into gold in an instant, and a glare of light projected out, making people dare not look directly.

Then on his body, suddenly a blazing flame ignited, all the clothes were burned, and a circle of golden light burst out suddenly, making people's eyes open, the golden light dispersed, and a golden armor appeared on him, like a god.

Behind him, white wings and armor appeared together, and the huge wings almost dragged to the ground, which was twice the size of his body.

If counted, each side has six petals.

Twelve wings angel!

Needless to say, the pope was kneeling on the ground. At this time, he was throwing himself into the ground, worshipping as much as he could.

To be honest, as Yang Chen had previously conjectured, this sword suddenly fell from the sky eighteen years ago and landed in the Holy See, and the strength of all those who approached it must be improved within a short period of time. At this time, I will use this sword to increase my own strength and increase the chance of success.

But since his dream five days ago, his thinking changed, especially today when he heard that someone broke into the Holy See, and he himself felt a pure and holy atmosphere approaching, even more Thoroughly cut off all my thoughts about the sword.

Deeply aware of those higher-level beings, the Pope scoffed at some scientific gangsters who opposed theology, so when they learned that the thing was most likely held by a higher-level being than him, everything in his heart was unclear. The actual illusions were all shattered, and eventually they turned to please.

Because of seeing, so fear.

Because I know it, I know how small I am.

Moreover, the Pope’s life was devoted to that existence, so in the face of visitors at that level, he did not dare to have any sloppy heart.

But the changes in Yang Chen's body at this time have confirmed to him that everything he believes is real, why not make him ecstatic? Why didn't he make him pious to the ground?

"Get up, your piety, I remember." Yang Chen said to the Pope.

It's just that the coldness in the voice without any emotion makes the latter laugh in his heart.

In fact, this is not to blame Yang Chen's ruthless cold blood, but I don't know why, after holding the sword, UU reads www.uukanshu.com Numerous memories poured in. He couldn't get used to these memories for a while, and what he revealed when he spoke The tone of the voice naturally merges with the masters of these memories.

But looking at the pope's prostrate body on the ground, he was too lazy to explain that although there was no energy particle support in his body, the eyesight of those Taoist cultivators was still there. He had seen a circle of golden awns above the pope's head. Beyond the category of human beings, I'm afraid that he will stay in the world for a short period of time. If they have time, they will meet again.

Thinking in this way, Yang Chen thought, the twelve petal wings behind him unfolded vigorously, and the whole person skyrocketed, and there were no leaks on the roof. He had appeared in the tens of thousands of meters.

The flaming sword in his hand lightly flicked, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the sky, and his lips gently spit out a word: "broken!"

In an instant, a huge crack appeared silently in the blue sky, just as when he had just arrived in this world, when the angel left.

At this time, he already knew that the beautiful angel was called Yu, and he was the left wing guard of the divine king. Like him, he was a twelve-winged angel, only in order not to cause the turbulence of the world space on this paper. To suppress his own strength to the eight wings, in order to save him.