V6.Chapter 308

A small half of the city has been turned into ruins by lightning and powerful force, and the result of this battle is even more unexpected.

After having the mental power of huge believers and the power of light accumulated in the temple for thousands of years, Franklin finally died in this way, which is not what anyone can expect in advance.

"What happened to him?" A familiar voice came from my side.

He Yiming glanced at his partner in surprise. In his memory, 108 seemed to care little about outsiders' affairs.

"Brother Bai, Franklin manipulated forces that did not belong to him. Those forces brought too much burden to his body." He Yiming pondered and slowly said, "under the cover and repair of the light power, his body can barely maintain, but once separated from the light power, his body will no longer be able to bear such a burden and collapse completely."

Hundred and eight nodded his head slowly, and he turned his head sideways, not knowing what he was thinking.

He Yiming sighed and said, "you can exert as much power as you have. If you want to squander the power of the Shinto with a weak constitution, you're going to die."

Franklin was a strong man at the peak of humanity. Although his physical strength could not be compared with the holy beast, it had nothing to do with weakness. But after hearing the evaluation of he Yiming, the two holy beasts nodded their heads at the same time, which was very recognized.

Although the peak of humanity is strong, Shinto is even more extraordinary. To control the power of the Shinto with the peak of humanity is like letting a ten-year-old child wave a meteor hammer with more than 100 kilograms. Before killing the enemy, it is estimated that he will be crushed alive by the weight of the meteor hammer.

Compared with the power of Shinto realm, Franklin is indeed weak.

108 suddenly turned his head and asked, "how's your body?"

He Yiming also received the power of light when fighting with Franklin. Since Franklin can't bear it, how can he make an exception.

He Yiming shook his head slightly and said calmly, "don't worry, I haven't absorbed too much light power." He paused and said, "actually, Franklin should know this truth, but the power of light is really an irresistible temptation for him who is a pure body of light, so he can't help but make a choice that exceeds his limit."

He Yiming's words were quite regrettable. Although the two of them could be called enemies, he was still filled with emotion when he saw a strong man at the peak of humanity finally end his life in this way.

The way of cultivation is indeed a dangerous road full of thorns. A little negligence will lead to irreparable results.

With a deep sigh, he Yiming leaned down and took down Franklin's crown, robe and staff of light.

After flipping, a space object was found on the Pope. However, this space object surprised he Yiming, because it turned out to be a rare belt.

He Yiming didn't turn over the things inside, but crammed them into the five element world.

Although many places in the city have become ruins, there are still many eyes staring at he Yiming at this time. When they saw that he Yiming mercilessly took all the treasures from his Majesty the Pope, they were all furious. However, no matter how angry they were, no one dared to come out and stop them from beginning to end.

The power released by he Yiming and others after they came here has completely shocked everyone here. After the death of his Majesty the Pope, no one dared to take the initiative to provoke he Yiming anymore.

Put everything away, he Yiming looked up and looked at the tall temple that still stood, even without any damage. His eyes were quite strange.

The strong men hidden in the temple were cold in their hearts. Although their faces were pale, their eyes were still firm.

If he Yiming really plans to tear down the whole temple, even if they are all dead, they will try their best to stop it.

Perhaps, their strength is not enough to stop he Yiming, but he Yiming will not successfully demolish the entire temple until they die.

However, he Yiming just stared for a half ring and then rode on the white horse. Lang said, "if people don't commit crimes against me, I won't commit crimes. If people commit crimes against me, I will repay them a hundred times..."

Before the words fell, the white horse had spread its hooves, and in an instant ran without a trace. Only this long voice echoed over the whole city.

When the white figure disappeared in the sky, several figures came flying from the temple.

They surrounded Franklin's bloody body, and there was a look of sadness on everyone's face.

The most powerful pillar of the temple in hundreds of years collapsed at this moment, and such an accident was unacceptable to everyone. They blinked, as if wondering whether all this was just a dream.

However, soon, the cries from around them immediately made them understand that all this was really happening.

An old man with white hair and beard suddenly said, "pray, let's summon the holy soul of adults."

Several people around him sat down at the same time. Their identities in the temple were extremely noble. On weekdays, they made a promise to live in dignity. But at this moment, they didn't mind sitting on the ground. No matter whether there was sewage everywhere or blood dripping, they all sat down.

Strange voices came out of their mouths, full of some powerful special power. Their energy was extremely concentrated, and every syllable seemed to consume their great strength. Soon, this strange way of reciting made them sweat.

However, no one gave up anyway. They seemed to be convinced that something miraculous would happen.

After a long time, a little weak light slowly appeared on Franklin's body.

After seeing this scene, those people became more and more excited. Their fatigue seemed to be swept away, and the voice from their mouth became louder and louder.

Finally, the faint light began to condense, and finally became an illusory Franklin.

If he Yiming was here and saw this scene, he would certainly think of the poor speaker of the Dark Alliance.

After his death, the humanitarian peak strong man, who was plotted by his companions, broke out his ideas and once existed in this world briefly in the form of ideas, relying on his unparalleled strong willpower, or the ultimate belief that he was unwilling to die and wanted to drag people into the water.

Franklin obviously didn't have such strong willpower or some belief that he couldn't let go, so when he died, his mind began to slowly dissipate immediately.

However, the temple, which has been handed down for thousands of years, is indeed mysterious and powerful. Their elders actually used some kind of secret technique to reunite Franklin's ideas, which had been gradually dispersed.

Although this time cannot be very long, it is also a great thing.

"You... Are all here." The illusory Franklin looked around, and he seemed to put down his mind and said, "he Yiming is too strong, you can't provoke him anymore."

The elders of the temple looked at each other, and they did not expect that it was not easy to summon his Majesty's thoughts back, but his first words were to tell them not to take revenge.

The old man with white hair bowed deeply and said, "Your Majesty the Pope, what else do you want?"

"Garfield and I are dead, and there is no peak strength in the western world. This trip to Iceland is no longer something you can get involved in." Franklin calmly said, "before the new peak of humanity appears in the western world, the venerable is not allowed to enter the East."

Many elders bowed down without hesitation.

"Liede, the Pope's position is inherited by you, and the glory of the God of light will be handed down forever." Franklin's voice rose a little.

Before he died, his body was still dominated by that powerful force. But when the elders pulled his mind back from the edge of dissipation, his state of mind immediately returned to calm and began to explain the things behind him in an orderly manner. It was not until the last moment when the successor was appointed that his voice fluctuated for a moment.

The old man with white hair prostrated deeply. He nodded his head and respectfully accepted the order.

Although he also knew that it might not be a good thing for him to take over the pope at the most critical moment of the temple, he was second only to his Majesty the pope in terms of force and reputation in the whole temple, so he was the only one to bear the burden.

Franklin looked at his bloody body, and with his wisdom, of course, he knew who had those things in his body.

A moment later, he suddenly said, "Edwin."

Handsome Edwin immediately came forward and respectfully said, "Your Majesty."

Among the four people who escaped from the nameless island in the past, there is the most outstanding disciple of the temple.

"You, take my bones and go to a place." Franklin's tone was extremely dignified: "if you can find that place and ask for help, then our lost treasures and the glory of the God of light will return to our hands."

Edwin's head suddenly raised, and he said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, where is that place?"

Franklin's head gradually faded. Without the support of his body, his mind finally began to dissipate, and it was really and completely dissipated in the world.

However, his last words in the world always echoed in everyone's ears.

"The outer sea, the island of God..."