Chapter 112

The dija Empire, one of the top ten empires in the creation continent, borders on the territory of the Ryan empire. Backed by the temple of light, it has incomparable national strength.

The Dawson family is a powerful family of the degar empire. It was once one of the top ten super families. Because of a upheaval, many strong people in the family fell, and the old ancestor of the family fell. Then it decayed and fell into the ranks of the top ten super families. However, the skinny camel is bigger than the horse, and the rotten boat has three Jin nails. It still has a strong heritage and can not be underestimated.

Late at night, in the secret area of the Dawson family, the guards were heavily guarded and the strong entrenched.

"Boom..."

At a certain moment, a breath of terror came in vain. It was too powerful. With a kind of suffocating pressure, many strong people in the whole dense land were shocked one by one, and mole ants rose up to face the smallness of the sky.

"Don't be nervous, little guys. I'm looking for your ancestors. Phelps, an old friend has come to see you and hasn't come out yet?"

The breath of terror swept across the four directions, sweeping the whole place like a plow, and at the same time, the old voice rang through it, with a kind of majesty like heaven.

"Hey... Sure enough, I can't hide it from you..."

"Boom..."

Inside the dense ground, a hill suddenly exploded. Under it, there appeared a huge dark black hole, which went straight to the depths of the earth, and a dark and terrible atmosphere filled the air.

"Wow..."

In the sky, a faint light flashed, and a figure had disappeared into the huge black hole and disappeared.

"The old ancestors are not dead!"

"It's the old ancestor!"

"God, the old ancestor is not dead! The rise of our Dawson family is just around the corner! Come on, tell the patriarch about this disappearance!"

Many secret strongmen and guards were shocked and talked one after another. At the same time, at the bottom of the huge black hole, up to 100 meters deep, there was a secret room built of basaltic stone, and a figure shrouded in a black cloak was facing a sitting old man.

This is a frail old man. He is as thin as a straw. He is wearing a magic robe with strange patterns. His skin has no blood color. He looks like an old zombie who has just walked out of the cemetery for many years. The long gray hair is sparse and moves with the wind like a weed. A pair of eyes, like two ghost fires, emitted a miserable blue light from the deep sockets of the eyes. The bridge of the nose is almost collapsed, the lips are shriveled, and the wrinkles on the face are like the bark of a thousand year old pine. They are dry and wrinkled without any water.

"Phelps, after a hundred years, you still can't carry it. Your origin is constantly eroded by the death curse of the dead. If you continue to develop like this, you will inevitably fall down in more than ten years. Unfortunately, it's a pity that the peerless strong man in the Holy Land list and the peak saint and devil guide of the spirit Department of the creation continent fell to this point. Originally, you should have more than 1000 years of life." The man in the black cloak spoke, and the information revealed in his words was shocking.

"Cough... Pope, you didn't come to my Dawson family to see me, a dying old guy? Come on, what's the matter with you!" Phelps coughed twice, his tone was lazy and weak.

Shaking his head, the black cloak known as the Pope was humane "Phelps, I'm here to save you! How about joining me in the temple of light? We have held a temple meeting and decided to take out a drop of God's blood essence given by the God of light, which is enough to dispel the deep-rooted curse of the dead in your body and recover again. Of course, the premise is that you have to kill someone for the temple and get back all his things to us."

"Oh? Join the temple of light... It's not impossible. Tell me who you want me to kill." the green light in his eyes flickered, and Phelps spoke hoarsely.

For the strong in the holy land, they are generally independent and will not choose to rise or fall a certain force unless they have to, because this will restrict their freedom, and there will be many things that distract them. But now Phelps has ignored these, and the death curse of the dead in his body will occur every day. Life is better than death, and if he doesn't agree, he will lose his mind In fact, when the Pope put forward this condition, he was already ecstatic, like a drowning man who caught the last straw.

"Shua!"

With a wave of the palm, a water image memory crystal ball flew out and landed opposite Phelps.

"Hiss..."

Phelps also did not see the shot. Two bright green mans suddenly shot out of his eyes. With a snap, the crystal ball broke, and the message in it had been obtained by him.

"ZHUGE Pang... The immortal disciple in black robe... Has a top-grade sub artifact, a divine contract, the inheritance of alchemists, and even other good things given by the immortal in black robe. Pope, your temple of light is really a good plan! However, don't you show some sincerity when you want me to join the temple? Black robe is not only good at the undead system, but also good at the dark system, he said I am no less proficient in spiritual magic than I am. As long as I do it, he will definitely find out. There are too many things I need to give up. The Dawson family will suffer a great disaster. Moreover, I have provoked a terrible enemy! I remember that the scepter made from the head of the last Pope of light has been held by him all the time, and I can't see your temple of light He he! "With a cold smile, Phelps opened his mouth hoarsely and coughed twice again.

"If not, how could the temple take out a drop of precious God's blood essence? Phelps, you know the strength of the temple of light very well. If the guardian came forward and made the holy land contract, you think the man in black can still be free now? What about the third place in the Holy Land list? As long as he doesn't become a God, the temple is sure to kill him! This time is a big plan, you Kill his only disciple and take what the temple needs. The Dawson family will be protected by the divine magic array of the temple. If the black robe dares to retaliate, hum... "

Hearing this, Phelps's eyes twinkled and he didn't know what he was thinking. The reputation of black robed old man is so terrible that he really doesn't dare to act rashly. But thinking carefully, I seem to have only this way to live.

After gritting his teeth, Phelps said, "I can promise, but after I join the temple of light, I want to become a ascetic. Unless there is a great difficulty in life and death in the temple of light, I don't participate in ordinary things! Moreover, I want to have the qualification to enter the Temple of heaven! In addition, my source consumption is too serious. Give me the essence of God first!"

Shaking his head, the Pope's tone was indisputable. "Phelps, you have too many conditions. I can promise everything else. However, the essence of God's blood must be given after you successfully kill Zhuge Pang and hand over everything that belongs to him. You should know that as a pope, I am not qualified to be arbitrary."

"OK! I promise you! However, I want to transfer part of the core children of my Dawson family to ensure the continuous fire of the family. Then, I will rush to the blood and gold city as soon as possible. If I guess well, I should not be the only one to take action this time. The black robed old man will offend many sworn enemies!"

"Phelps, I'm very pleased with your decision. You should hurry to the city of blood and gold as soon as possible."

No one knew this conversation, and no one thought that a small student of the magic martial arts college had caused such a big storm that the strong in the Holy Land wanted to fight. In the creation continent, few of the strong in the holy land really fight, because all the strong in the holy land have signed a holy land contract. Once they take the lead in attacking other holy lands, they will be strongly backfired. As for those who wantonly kill the weak, the backfire will become more and more powerful. However, if the other side takes the lead in provocation and even attacks itself, the strong hand of the holy land will not be backfired.

The holy land contract is controlled by an extremely terrible existence. He is the guardian of the plane. His strength is too strong. He comes from the Holy Land and is a real God. Every time shortly after the birth of the holy land, he will appear to find each other and ask them to sign the Holy Land contract. For this reason, the creation continent can be calm, and few Holy Land strongmen fight for life and death.