In the sky, the sea of holy light and the Pope disappeared together, as if they had never appeared. The falling full moon also shattered with a loud bang, and countless fragments fell down like raindrops. At the core of the full moon, Supreme Tian Yue, with a pale face, lightly wiped the trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and then slowly flew backward, without saying a word.
Inside and outside the battlefield, the spectators were all stunned. The sudden change just now was so fast that people couldn't even judge what was going on. Did Tian Yue win, or did the Pope win?
If the Pope won, why was Tian Yue, this heretic devil, still alive? And if Tian Yue won, with his mad dog-like temperament, how could he be so silent? Even if he was seriously injured, he would still loudly boast about his victory.
While everyone was puzzled, from the Nine Regions side, a person slowly flew over. He had a kind countenance and a sage-like demeanor. He was the highest person in charge of the Nine Regions cultivators in the Western Continent, Feng Yin.
"Please send out a person from your honorable religion."
Feng Yin Daoist Master's voice was soft and gentle, like a breeze caressing the face. However, when he opened his mouth, everyone within a radius of thousands of miles could clearly hear his voice, as if it was right next to their ears. It showed that his magical power was quite brilliant, but not as wild as Tian Yue's.
It was just that, while Feng Yin was in mid-air, no one from the Holy Light Religion side responded for a long time. It was not until a long time later that several bishops in the Holy Cathedral opened their mouths, "The result of the previous fight is not yet decided, so it's not the turn for the next person to fight!"
Feng Yin smiled and didn't say anything, ignoring them. Because when those bishops raised their doubts, another person stood out from the Holy Cathedral. Like the Pope, he walked slowly, but with each step, he crossed a distance of hundreds of meters. After three steps, he arrived in front of Feng Yin.
That person was wearing a golden red cloak, a crown on his head, and a scepter in his hand. It was the Pope's attire. With his appearance, the cheers of millions of people boiled up.
It was just that, the cheers abruptly stopped after a moment because people found out that the person was not Pope Billy the III, but the number two figure of Holy Light Religion, Prophet Harrington! But why would the scepter, crown, and holy robe that symbolized the authority of the Pope appear on him?
Prophet Harrington and Pope Billy have been close friends for many years. From the grassroots to the peak of Holy Light Religion, Prophet Harrington's contribution cannot go unnoticed. If he wanted to rebel, how could he wait until today? Then...
Finally, in the midst of their shock, they realized that Pope Billy the Third had really fallen.
Fortunately, he had his best friend, Harrington, so the position of the Pope would not be empty. After inheriting the Pope's scepter and crown, Harrington's power would not be much weaker than Billy's.
"Good plan."
In the silence, Harrington opened his mouth coldly, his eyes full of killing intent. The prophet, who had always been modest and low-key, was now boiling with anger.
"You predicted that the ghosts under the Holy City would cause trouble at this time, so you deliberately chose today to start the battle. You calculated that the ghosts would collude with you, so you let that demon Tian Yue release his killer move, using the entire continent as a hostage to force him to summon the sea of holy light with the help of the Holy City. This is a series of conspiracies. You claim to fight one on one, but in fact, it's two on one, really despicable and shameless! "
Upon hearing these words, everyone present suddenly understood.
No wonder Tian Yue didn't say anything after winning. After all, he also knew that his victory was not an honorable one. Moreover, he even borrowed the power of the Lingjian School.
However, these words also confirmed that Pope Billy the Third had really fallen. The first battle … was really won by the people of Nine Regions, although this victory was indeed somewhat despicable.
"Despicable and shameless? If Fellow Daoist Tian Yue relied more or less on the power of scheming, then what about the power of faith of hundreds of millions of believers? "Feng Yin didn't show any weakness." Since you're willing to bet, you must be willing to lose. Is your sect going to go back on your words? "
Prophet Harrington waved his scepter. "No, I want you to know that because of your despicable and shameless actions, after the two battles, you will wear thorns and shackles, and kneel in front of the Holy Cathedral for thousands of years to repent for your sins!"
Feng Yin no longer talked nonsense. "Let's wait and see."
Harrington waved his scepter, and the surrounding space became dense and stagnant. Countless illusions hovered around the two of them. People vaguely saw that in the illusions, Feng Yin Daoist Master's body was bathed in blood and was torn apart under the purification of the Holy Light.
People saw that the Nine Regions side was completely annihilated, and several leaders were bound in shackles and kneeling in front of the Holy Cathedral.
People saw that the sea of holy light once again descended on the Western Continent, and the supreme light purified all the heretics!
Harrington loudly roared, "I have seen the future! That is the future of your destruction! "
Along with his roar, the surrounding illusions rapidly changed and finally stopped at the scene where Feng Yin was purified by the Holy Light. Thousands of virtual images gradually condensed, as if they wanted to turn the virtual into the real, the fake into the real.
"Great prophecy, this is the Prophet's great prophecy!"
Many people in the cathedral exclaimed. Prophet Harrington had not made a serious move for many years. Now that he inherited the power of the Pope, the power of his great prophecy was several times stronger than before. Harrington's eyes seemed to be able to understand the cause and effect of this world, and with his skillful manipulation, he directly changed the fate.
This was not only a legendary level method, but also close to the level of God.
At this time, even if they were not familiar with the power system of the Western Continent, they could still see the brilliance of it. All the cultivators of Nine Regions who participated in the battle were on tenterhooks. Even Supreme Tian Yue might not be able to resist this move. Although Feng Yin Daoist Master was the leader of one of the Five Uniques, after all, he was just a peak Deity Stage cultivator...
However, Feng Yin himself was not in a hurry. Facing the oppressive illusion, he just lightly waved his hand and said a few words.
"You're wrong."
The next moment, the thousands of illusions vanished.
"You!?" Harrington, who was in mid-air, looked at Feng Yin in disbelief, and then his expression gradually turned serious.
Previously, when Pope Billy fought against Supreme Tian Yue, Harrington had made several prophecies before the battle, trying to gain some advantage for the Pope. However, without exception, all of them were hidden behind a layer of fog. Obviously, it was deliberately disturbed by a powerful person. And now, it seemed that the person who could disturb his prophecy was the person in front of him.
"You're the Prophet of Nine Regions?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Yin sighed. "Prophet? I'm just an old thing who can't even distinguish the tea sword from the year sword. I can't even say that I can do the divination. "
The dialogue between the two of them was in their native language. Because in their realm, their words were the law, and their magical power was constantly changing, so the meaning was naturally understood. However, for many of the spectators, the dialogue between the two seemed obscure and difficult to understand.
A young cultivator, who was an elder who came to watch the battle, was puzzled. "What is Feng Yin Daoist Master talking about? Although he has always been low-key and modest, in front of Western Continent people … is it necessary to be so modest? Just kill him quickly and win the second round, like Supreme Tian Yue, the faster the better! "
As soon as his voice fell, his Master's palm fell on his head. "Don't talk nonsense! Do you think that Western Continent people are so easy to kill? Do you think it's easy for Supreme Tian Yue to kill the Pope? "
For the cultivators of the elder generation who came to watch the battle, these two battles were soul-stirring. Supreme Tian Yue's Bright Moon in the Sky and the Pope's Sea of Holy Light were already god-level means. Even the aftermath of the battle was enough to make these Nascent Soul and Soul Formation cultivators tremble. The successor of the Pope, Herrington, seemed to be weaker than Billy, but his Great Divination Technique was also infinitely powerful. It directly obliterated the opponent from the level of cause and effect. Although it was not as brilliant as the sea of holy light, its power could not be underestimated. If it was anyone else present, even Supreme Tian Yue might not be able to withstand it.
Only Feng Yin Daoist Master, a cultivator who was famous in the Wanxian League for his Stellar Diffraction Technique, could easily crack the opponent's cause and effect attack … No, it was not easy at all. That wave of his hand could probably extract more than half of the magical power of ordinary peak Deity Stage cultivators. No matter how powerful Feng Yin was, it was impossible for him to do it easily.
"You're very powerful." Herrington coldly said, "But Holy Light Religion has eliminated too many powerful opponents in the past thousands of years!"
Feng Yin said with a smile, "Powerful? You flatter me. I'm just a third-rate fortune teller. I can barely calculate one or two steps in the future. Anything further than that, I'm powerless. "
Regarding Feng Yin's indifferent attitude, Herrington didn't think that he was being humble and low-key, but rather a deep pride. Therefore, he decided not to talk nonsense with him anymore. He raised his scepter and once again tried to use the supreme authority of the Holy Light to command the cause and effect. However, at this time, he heard Feng Yin sigh.
"It's about time for this meaningless battle to end."
While speaking, he raised his hand. A row of silver flying swords flew out from his wide sleeve and pierced the sky. At this time, the day and night left by Supreme Tian Yue had not yet disappeared. Although the dark clouds above their head gradually dispersed, they still covered half of the sky. The row of flying swords pierced the clouds, and the sky once again became as if it was dyed with thick ink. The next moment, the flying swords burst into thousands of fragments, which dotted the thick darkness like a dazzling galaxy.
"This is the move of my humble sect's Star Sword Technique, please advise me."
While speaking, Feng Yin pointed the sword in his right hand downwards. Then, the galaxy fell to the ground and turned into a huge silver sword that pierced straight down.
Although it was with the help of the spell left by Supreme Tian Yue, the power of this sword was not inferior to the Bright Moon in the Sky. Herrington's face was extremely solemn. The target of the Great Prophecy Spell was also locked on this huge sword.
Then, he spoke in a deep voice, which resounded in all directions.
"In front of the Holy Light, the blasphemous weapon will stagnate!"
While speaking, the galaxy sword seemed to be slightly stagnant for a moment.
"My eyes can penetrate the long river of time and witness the rise and fall of all things!"
Around the long sword, countless illusions were generated and rotated like fragments.
Finally, Herrington forcefully stopped the scepter in the air. "And I, have foreseen its collapse!"
Boom!
Thousands of illusions suddenly stopped rotating and stuck to the surface of the long sword. As the Prophecy Spell reached the last step, the power of cause and effect broke out. The long sword groaned and finally collapsed.
At the same time, Herrington's face froze before he could put on a smile.
A sharp long sword was pressed against his neck.
In front of him, Feng Yin tilted his head and said in a low voice, "This is the Star Sword Technique's … Diversion."
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