All the power of light in the world seemed to have poured into his body at this moment. For Franklyn, who possessed the Body of Light, this feeling was so wonderful that words couldn't describe it.
He could feel that every cell in his body was jumping with joy. They were cheering for the endless power of light.
After resisting the powerful impact of the power of heaven and earth, Franklyn even had a feeling that he had transcended the limits of humanity, and reached the legendary realm of Divine Path. At this moment, his consciousness spread out infinitely, bringing everything under his control.
With the help of the Light Force that had been accumulated in the city for ten thousand years, his Spiritual Sense was able to spread out without limit. The area within a radius of a thousand miles seemed to have become his territory. Everything was under the control of his Spiritual Sense, down to the smallest detail.
The believers of the Shrine had suffered heavy casualties. The Shrine, which had not been attacked by war for ten thousand years, had been reduced to ruins. However, in the center of the city, the great Shrine stood proudly. The cracks in the ground suddenly stopped spreading before reaching the Shrine.
Even the legendary power of Divine Path was unable to do anything to this powerful and seemingly boundless power of light.
The power accumulated over ten thousand years had reached a terrifying level. At this moment, the person controlling this power was him, the great Pope of the Shrine, Franklyn …
He raised his head, stuck out his chest, and felt the strange changes coming from his body.
His mind kept rising, and all the power of light filled every corner of his body. He had a feeling that he was the light, and the light was him. The two had completely merged into one.
Vaguely, he had sensed it.
Divine Path. So this was the real realm of Divine Path.
In this endless light, he could already control everything. He was the God of Light. As long as the power of light did not weaken, he was an invincible god.
His confidence was unprecedentedly abundant. In his heart, even if those devout believers died out, they would not be able to have any impact on him at this time.
Because he was a god, and below a god, everyone was an ant.
As long as this high and mighty god did not fall, there would be countless ants worshipping and praying for him. As long as he stood on the Divine Path forever, everyone in the Western world could become his devout believers.
He was about to replace the position of the God of Light.
However, just as Franklyn fell into a state of extreme madness, he saw a figure from the corner of his eye.
This person slowly flew up from the ground and came to a place parallel to him, looking at him with a pair of mocking eyes.
Franklyn felt a strong sense of humiliation in his heart.
Although this person didn't say anything, his expression was calm and composed, without the slightest hint of submission or fear. It was as if when the two of them stood together, it wasn't the relationship between a god and an ant, but two people with equal status … or perhaps a god!
Franklyn's heart was filled with crazy anger. He absolutely did not believe that there was someone in this world who could have the same status as him.
When he put on the Crown of Light and launched a Holy War with the pious hearts of all the believers in the city, he finally triggered the sealed power of light. He was the one and only God in the world.
Before the power of light was exhausted, he was the supreme God of Light, and no one else could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
He calmly stretched out the Staff of Light, and the light on its head was dazzling.
"Blasphemer, for your rudeness to God, your soul and life will be used as punishment."
A loud and clear voice instantly spread through the whole world. Franklyn's voice was full of an unquestionable power.
A huge light instantly cut through the space, flying towards He Yiming. This power was the power of light, a power that could contend with the power of heaven and earth of a blood condensation realm cultivator of the Divine Path.
If there wasn't an equivalent power, everything would be purified by this power.
Franklyn's eyes were devoid of joy or sorrow. He was like a true supreme God, looking at a provocative insect about to be turned into ashes by the power of light.
However, in the face of this power, He Yiming didn't evade, but just stretched out a hand.
In his hand, there was no Staff of Light, only a slender and powerful hand.
His hand reached out, and under everyone's astonished gazes, he tightly grabbed onto the light that was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
Then, he opened his mouth, and put the mass of light that he casually grabbed to his mouth, and took a long breath.
The light that illuminated the whole world immediately entered his body, but didn't bring him any harm.
Franklyn's expression finally changed. His heart was greatly impacted, and his full confidence began to waver at this moment.
In the world of light, he was the only God, but what happened in front of him made him unable to believe his eyes.
The power of light was actually unable to cause the slightest harm to this person. Could it be that he was also a God of Light?
He Yiming patted his belly with a look of satisfaction, but his eyes were cold.
"Franklyn, are you very strange?" He asked with a smile.
In that mass of light, Franklyn, whose confidence had swelled to the limit, and who had transformed himself into a God, was silent for a long time before he finally said, "How did you do it?"
His voice boomed like thunder, and under this voice, the remaining people in the city once again prostrated themselves. They looked at His Highness the Pope, who was shrouded in a huge mass of light, and their scattered consciousness seemed to have the tendency to gather again.
He Yiming smiled. He didn't care about what these people thought and did, because he knew that in this great city of light origin, this kind of power couldn't hurt him either.
"Franklin, what you're using is the power of light. But unfortunately, this power doesn't belong to you. "He said coldly, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Impossible, this is my power …" Franklyn's voice was full of anger. His hair and beard were fluttering in anger, and the robe on his body was trembling even though there was no wind. The strong change in his emotions caused an even more violent power of light.
He Yiming's words poked at his sore spot, causing a miraculous change to appear in his cold, god-like heart that viewed all living things as ants.
After grasping this incomparably huge power of light, Franklyn indeed regarded himself as a true God, but in the depths of his heart, there was a trace of rationality that knew that he hadn't really broken through to the Divine Path.
He suppressed this thought without hesitation, like a secret buried in the deepest part of his heart. Before the power of light was exhausted, it was impossible to overflow.
He Yiming's words forced him to face the truth. At this moment, a strong feeling of shame turned into anger controlled Franklyn.
After suddenly grasping too much power, this old man who had been known for his calmness all his life began to go crazy.
Following his shrill cry, a huge ball of light that was like a small sun condensed from the Staff of Light. The power contained in this ball of light was so great that it was not the slightest bit inferior to the power of the world from before.
The Staff of Light pointed forward, and the ball of light immediately flew over with lightning speed.
Below, the Baozhu and the white horse's eyes were filled with a sliver of fear. Although they possessed great power, it was not enough to contend against the power of light that had clearly surpassed the realm of humanity.
The only things that could face such power head on were probably the ancient tree and the Nine Dragons Cauldron of the Valley of Ten Thousand Trees.
Even the Thunder Pulse Pearl, which was more than half a set, paled in comparison. Otherwise, the power of heaven and earth triggered by the Thunder Pulse Pearl wouldn't have been dispelled by the unsealed Light Power in an instant.
However, He Yiming still did not dodge in the face of the powerful Light Force. He even took a step forward in the air as if there was a bright path leading to the heavens in front of him. He walked forward in a straight line.
The huge ball of light arrived at He Yiming's body and immediately enveloped him.
The power of light was one of the greatest powers in the world. It could not tolerate the existence of any other power.
This was definitely the most unique aspect of the power of light. The only thing the power of light could do against other powers was to repel and purify them.
For this kind of power, if it interacted with other powers, it was either you die or I live. There was no third choice. This was because the power of light was a power that would never compromise. It was the purest of powers.
Franklyn opened his eyes wide. His eyes flashed with an ominous glint.
He wanted to see this young man with a boundless future be purified by the purest power of light in the world.
Although this young man had the rare Light and Darkness Body, when he ascended to the peak of the Ninth Heavenly Layer of the Human Dao, the divine power he chose was not the power of light, but the divine power of earth from the east. Under the powerful power of light, it would definitely be able to detect the abnormality in his body and completely purify it.
Although He Yiming's Light Body allowed him to absorb a small amount of the power of light without being injured, when the power of light exceeded the divine power of earth in his body, the power of light would spontaneously start to cleanse He Yiming's strange power.
At that time, even if the real God of Light descended, he would not be able to save his life.
Franklyn had firm confidence. When the power of light erupted, it would be the time of He Yiming's death.
However, the Pope's eyes became rounder and rounder. His mouth opened without a care for his image …
PS: I recommend the book "The Dragon King's Son-In-Law". It's a refreshing urban novel. It's pretty good ^ _ ^. The way to get the Dragon Pill is also quite enviable. Hehe …
Today is five chapters, but tomorrow it will be four chapters. Because tomorrow night there will be a parent-teacher conference, the child's first parent-teacher conference in primary school.
He's actually in primary school … The White Crane is also old. Sigh!
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