Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

The Lord of the Sword has a very small voice, almost silently speaking to himself in his heart.

"what did you say?"

　　 Lin Beichen came over and didn't hear clearly.

　　The Lord of Sword slowly sat up.

　　 Leaving Lin Beichen's embrace.

　　 She slowly got down from the bed and stood on the ground. She staggered and almost fell, but she refused Lin Beichen's support, step by step stubbornly, and came to a box sealed with the **** pattern formation.

　　 The material of this box is unknown, but it looks precious at first glance.

　　 There is a **** pattern formation carved by the Lord of Sword himself. Without the art of dissolving the formation, even if the "Thousand Grass God" came here alive, he would not be able to open the box.

　　 Lin Beichen saw this scene, and his heart moved.

　　 Is it the treasure that the Lord of Sword has collected for many years?

　　 This is to thank me, so give me all the treasures?

　　 His heart beats faster.

　　The Lord of Sword was in poor condition, and it took a full cup of tea to open the box slowly and manually.

　　 There is no jewellery radiating from inside.

　　 Instead, there is a moon-white priest's robe.

　　 ordinary, simple.

　　 "Do you remember this sacrificial robe?"

　　The Lord of Sword took out the sacrificial robe, turned around and asked.

Uh……

　　 is another proposition.

　　 How do I know this?

　　 clearly has no memory.

　　 "I have a little impression, I don't remember clearly."

　　 He is vague and authentic.

　　The Lord of the Sword had an unstable breath due to his previous actions. After slowly exhaling a few breaths, he gave him a white look and said: "This is the sacrificial robe that Ye Weiyang wore when he saw you for the last time.

　　 "Ah, no wonder."

　　 Lin Beichen suddenly realized, and said: "If you don't say it, I really can't remember it at all, I don't have the slightest impression at all."

"Ha ha……"

　　 The Lord of the Sword sneered, and then shook his robe again, pasted it on his body, and said, "I will wear it for you now, OK?"

Uh?

　　 Why do you wear Pinru clothes?

　　 Lin Beichen was silent.

　　 "Come here, I want you to help me put it on."

　　The lord of the sword is like a spoiled and authentic.

"I reject."

　　Lin Beichen is not the first brother anyhow, how could he make a kindergarten mistake at this time, and his position is very clear.

　　The Lord of Sword looked at him steadily, snorted for a long time, and threw the priest's robe to Lin Beichen, looking angry.

　　 But Lin Beichen clearly noticed that there was a happy light in her eyes.

　　 Heh, woman.

　　 Your name is duplicity.

　　 He seemed to casually throw his robe aside.

　　 "Fortunately, you react quickly."

　　The Lord of Sword couldn’t hide a smile in his eyes: “It didn’t disappoint me...come here and help me put on this suit.”

　　 This time, what she took out was a set of majestic and noble gods.

　　 This is a substitute she created for herself in the style of the battle robe of the gods after she descended into this world.

　　 the same style.

　　 The function is too poor.

　　 She is a goddess with a great sense of ritual. She once wanted to wear this jersey to regain her faith and everything that belongs to her.

　　 Unfortunately now...

　　 This time, Lin Beichen did not refuse.

He gently took off his robes and robes for the Lord of Swords, and ran his fingers across the skin like mutton white jade. Every inch of this cool and smooth skin has left his traces. It is the most perfect work of the Creator. .

　　 But now, this body has scars and defects.

　　 The injury was shocking.

　　 It is difficult to recover for a while.

　　In Lin Beichen's heart, hatred anger breeds.

　　 Weijia.

　　 is Wei Mingchen again.

　　 If it weren't for this dog thing, the Lord of Sword would not be injured so badly.

　　 This person must not be let go.

　　 I have been delayed by chores every time before, which caused me not to find this choppy to settle the account. This time, when this matter is over, I must go and figure it out.

　　 Lin Beichen swears in his heart.

　　 Soon, the battle robe of the gods was completely clothed.

　　The Lord of Sword was in front of the mirror, looking at himself inside, a trace of unnatural redness appeared on his face, and he said: "Please help me invite them to the main hall."

"it is good."

　　 Lin Beichen took another bite before turning to leave the side hall.

　　 Outside the hall.

　　 Lin Beichen met the Pope Hua Qingyan, Archbishop Mochizuki and others.

　　 When they returned to the main hall together, they saw that the Lord of Sword was already sitting on the main hall.

　　 "Farewell to Mianxia."

　　 The priests knelt to the ground.

　　 Now the priests on the Temple Mountain are the most loyal believers of the Lord of the Sword, and they all know that she is the real Lord of the Sword. Even if the Lord of the Sword asks them all to die at this time, no one will hesitate.

　　 "Get up all the time."

　　 Sword Lord Slowly and authentically.

　　 The sound is not loud, but very clear.

　　 The priests all stood up.

　　 Hua Qingyan and Archbishop Mochizuki looked up nervously.

　　 "It has been a long time since I came to the mortal dust. The Thousand Grass Demon who happened to be rebellious and conspiring has already come down, the crisis is lifted, and I go home."

　　 "After I go, the position of the Pope..."

　　 "Lin Beichen is in charge."

　　 The voice fell.

　　 There was a sudden noise in the main hall.

　　 Let a man be the pope of the Sword Lord’s Temple?

　　 This is an unprecedented precedent.

　　 Lin Beichen was also taken aback.

　　 Me?

　　 Which one is this?

　　 In a blink of an eye, I became the Pope of the Temple?

　　 However, with a cold snort from the Lord of Sword, the noise disappeared instantly.

　　 Rules are determined by God.

　　 And the figure that sits on the seat of God and overlooks all living beings is God.

　　 is the true god.

　　 The word of God is the will.

　　 How can you question?

　　 The priests immediately saluted together, saying: "I follow the will of my god."

　　 Then he saluted Lin Beichen together, saying: "See the Pope."

　　 Looking at this group of Yingying and Yanyan saluting to themselves, Lin Beichen enjoyed it quite a bit.

Among other things, with the exception of Archbishop Mochizuki and other young masters, who are already old-fashioned, most of the other priests are not young and beautiful, or still charming, not stunning, or mature, after all. The selection of priests in the Lord's Temple, in addition to requiring women, also has strict requirements on appearance.

　　 At this moment, two words appeared in Lin Beichen's mind——

　　Virtual bamboo.

　　 This little monk is definitely a trick.

　　His former demigod was difficult and difficult, but he finally became the master of the Miaofeng Lingjiu Palace. The sword servants under his hands are all beautiful and stunning. They live in seclusion and are not restricted by religious laws. Wouldn't they want...

　　啧啧啧……

　　呸!

　　 Thinking of the beauty, Lin Beichen couldn't help but cursed himself a beast.

　　 How can you think so?

　　Are you still a person?

　　 How are you different from Cao Thief?

　　 The accurate analogy should be Hong Changqing, the political commissar of the Red Detachment of Women, who brought this group of Detachment of Women to fight the world and cause revolution.

　　 But, the political commissar Hong Changqing seems to have died earlier?

　　EMMM...

　　 How about considering Xuzhu?

　　 "After I go, the goddess Ye Weiyang will be the saint of the temple. When her ability can be used, it is up to the pope to decide whether to pass on the saint."

　　 The Lord of Swords does not rush and is authentic.

　　 Lin Beichen's heart was shaken.

　　What the hell?

　　 Pass the bit to Ye Weiyang?

　　 Aren’t you Ye Weiyang yourself?

　　While in doubt, the Lord of Sword looked at him.

　　 What kind of look is that?

　　 with a little tenderness, a little nostalgia, a little unwillingness, a little relief...

　　At this moment, the spirit of the Lord of Sword collapsed suddenly.

　　 The look of her whole body quickly dissipated.

　　 The breath of life disappeared in a blink of an eye.

　　 The whole person seemed to have instantly turned into a lifeless jade sculpture.

　　 Lin Beichen was terrified.

How is this going?

　　 He originally thought that the Lord of Swords did so much to prepare for long-term retreat and recovery.

　　 How could this vengeful **** give up so easily?

but now?

　　 Lin Beichen rushed over.

　　 In the next moment, the completely lifeless figure on the **** seat suddenly beat his heart, and immediately a strange light enveloped it.

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