"...?"

This sentence made the great elder's expression become a little gloomy.

"It's actually not hard to guess."

Song Ci said lightly: "After all, as an [Apostle of Light], I have the most direct and closest connection with the throne of God... I haven't sensed his call to me since a long time ago. The dream of light that fell on the apostle,

The intensity is getting weaker and weaker, and there are even cases where apostles are resisting their faith from the bottom of their hearts... If there is no problem with the throne of God himself, this is really embarrassing."

"I know my own weight very well. Without Mr. Bai Shu, how would I be Guangming's opponent?"

He chuckled softly.

"After coming to Guangming City, I am even more certain about this conjecture."

"The closer it is to decline, the more it wants to pretend to be strong. The temple overextends its finances to hold this grand ceremony, attracting countless extraordinary people from various embassy missions to participate in the Fire Trial in the City of Light... In fact, there will be no successor at all.

No one can win, you want to draw the blood of extraordinary beings from other continents."

"What the City of Light really wants...is the power of faith, right?"

Song Ci asked with a smile: "The Throne of Light can't live for long. Even the miracle of 'Sunset Mountain' can't be maintained. It requires a lot of power of faith to continue to live. This time, many people will spontaneously join the holy ceremony.

The church, these are all high-quality and outstanding believers. Those extraordinary people who have returned to their respective territories will also be infected by this holy scripture. In this way, the number of believers in Guangming City will expand a lot. And the temple has also been raised.

When the sickle reaps.”

The great elder looked meaningfully at the short-haired man in front of him.

He had to admit that the "smart people" mentioned earlier were actually words against his will and were only used to praise and comfort him.

He has read Song Ci's files countless times.

This reckless man, who was born in the underground of the metropolis and was raised by Lu Nanzhi, is a model of "brave but reckless".

But after Song Ci said these words, the great elder changed his view.

"Song Ci, maybe you can really consider joining the Temple of Light."

The great elder smiled gently and said: "We really need the power of faith... If you are willing to help the church at this point, I will start a campaign in the name of the great elder of the temple, and the temple will treat you well."

Song Ci looked at the old man in front of him as if he were an idiot.

"What does it mean to treat me well? Only draw half of my blood?"

He placed one hand on the water prison.

boom!

Under the violent impact, the water prison was shattered, the Red Lake surged instantly, and huge energy swept across. Song Ci swept out with a whip kick, and the water of the Red Lake with a radius of nearly 100 meters turned into a tornado at this moment, rushing towards the ceiling.

, However, this place is so huge, hundreds of meters and thousands of meters long, it seems to be infinitely deep, and as vast as the sea.

The great elder stretched out his five fingers and pressed down.

The water prison that Song Ci had previously shattered regrouped, and this time turned into a huge palm, meeting the whip legs!

"Crash-"

The violent critical sound shattered millions of water drops.

After Song Ci whipped his leg.

The Red Lake returns to silence.

The sound of crackling water drops falling was like a heavy downpour, which continued continuously for a while.

"Your physical body is indeed very strong. Maybe given you some time, you can practice to the level of the three great generals of Beizhou."

The great elder looked at the young man in front of him and said with emotion: "But your spirit... is too weak. Your life time is too short. Although you can barely enter meditation, you can see the end of your inner lake at a glance."

Song Ci frowned.

"so?"

"So...you can't understand how vast the true light is."

The great elder took out a piece of yellowed paper from his sleeve, and said calmly: "But it doesn't matter, you will see it next... Because of your lack of cooperation, the temple needs to waste a whole piece of paper..."

"Holy Book."

The words "Holy Book" came out of Song Ci's mouth, which made the elder feel a little surprised.

"If I remember correctly, this thing should be called the Holy Book, right?"

Song Ci shook his hand and took out a piece of the same dry paper.

"???"

The great elder's expression was extremely wonderful.

Song Ci glanced at the one in the great elder's hand, and then at the one in his own hand.

After confirming that they were all the same, Song Ci fell into memories.

He murmured to himself: "It seems that there is no high threshold to use this kind of thing... Well, you can activate it by injecting your own spirit into it. The rest is to consume the [Holy Book]'s own energy

Strength.”

As soon as the voice fell, a fierce glow suddenly appeared on the withered yellow paper!

Song Ci aimed the holy book in his hand at the great elder and threw it out——

The latter's face suddenly turned pale, and he quickly poured his spiritual power into the holy book and threw it out together.

"boom!"

The two pages of the holy book collided together, bursting out with huge energy, and the majestic pressure suppressed the two of them——

Suddenly, it rained in reverse direction!

The mental pressure brought by the two pages of the [Holy Book] directly crushed the two people's hearts, forcing them to concentrate.

At the same time, the heavy pressure of the water from the Red Lake also acts on the physical body.

Song Ci groaned and almost knelt down on the lake. He held the lake with one hand and barely stopped from kneeling.

But even so, he still couldn't avoid blood spilling from his mouth and nose.

The Great Elder on the other side was even more miserable. Blood was oozing from his seven orifices, and his eyes were all white.

The Red Lake, which was originally shrouded in heavy fog, suddenly lit up for a moment after the two pages of the holy book collided, but was soon shrouded in pitch-black gloom.

Thousands of black mist could clearly be seen on the ceiling, rushing towards the place where the two of them were.

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(There will be another update tonight, try to do it at 12:30!)
Chapter completed!