At the church of the wind, Bishop Randy's white beard shook and his shoulders shook. The black line on his forehead of the envoy from the City of Holy Light was flooded with disaster, and Amy's eyes were a little crystal clear.

The projected picture gradually became blurred, and a cloud of fog attacked and occupied the projection. The young priest rowed the boat into the fog, and no trace was seen again.

"After passing this trial, you will be truly recognized by the Holy See." Hu En's face turned solemn, "Some borers have grown inside the Holy See, and it needs to be cleaned up to make these guys confused by the prosperity in front of you."

Wang Xiaofeng blinked and listened to the old guy who was only one meter away from him and was talking a few rebellious words, and he didn't know what to respond for a moment.

"Among the twelve saints, the Pope is the last one, not the real saint." Old man Hu'en said with a smile, "Don't worry, I have blocked our traces in the space. No one can peek at us except the goddess."

"Well, can I ask a question?" "Since you are already my disciple, it is my duty to solve your doubts."

"Actually, I asked for the mentor Amy," Wang Xiaofeng was quite nervous, afraid that the old guy would slap him to death on the boat, "Are you always..."

"According to the general concept, I am dead." The old man didn't care. He picked up the wooden stick and knocked on Wang Xiaofeng's forehead. The latter closed his eyes and did not dare to hide.

Old Hu En smiled and said, "Does it hurt?" "It hurts!" Wang Xiaofeng said the truth. The old man nodded, "So, in a certain sense, I am not dead." "Then are you dead?" "There is no obvious definition between life and death."

Wang Xiaofeng seemed to understand, but he was not in the mood to understand. He rowed the fountain in his hand hard and slowly approached the holy water pool. After so many days of running around, success was right in front of him, and his mood was uncontrollable and excited.

"Don't worry," the old man misunderstood a little, looking at the light on his shoulder, "Her mother uses the power of pure light to continue her life, and there will be no danger for the time being. I have something to tell you again."

"Well," Wang Xiaofeng put the oars flat, earnestly, waiting for the old man to put the burden of maintaining world peace and protecting pure girls on him again.

"Sixty years ago, I officially took over as the Ninth Saint. Fifteen years ago, I integrated my body into the holy light and obtained the eternal life of light." The old man sighed, sighing, "I think this is what you have always wanted to ask."

Wang Xiaofeng nodded and shook his head again. He actually didn't have much doubt. It was just that the last time Amy's mentor cried bitterly, which made him a little bored.

"Holy, I was born to make up for the shortcomings of the law of light. Connect the soul and the holy light. Every time you release the holy light magic, I can feel it. We have an eternal life, but we cannot get a moment of rest."

Wang Xiaofeng listened obediently, looked at the old man's sigh, and couldn't help but ask: "Isn't the saint immortal? Then how could you take over the ninth saint?" "It's normal for immortality to be the case. When facing darkness and evil beside the goddess, how could there be no saint who sacrificed it?"

Nodded, feeling that the position of Saint is the legendary God's servant, and his status is even higher than that of the Pope.

Old Man Hu En seemed to have a mind-reading technique, and saw what Wang Xiaofeng was thinking, and smiled bitterly: "You can only watch this world in the holy light, and you cannot contact people. This is an unbreakable cage. Except for me, the other saints have already fallen asleep; the invasion of the demon legion is about to be awakened, and you will wake them up in your sleep."

I curled my lips, and now I feel that this saint is not easy to mess with. Although I am not dead, I have to be separated from the yin and yang of people. When the devil comes to kill, I still have to rush to the forefront.

"Listen, I'm going to give you a new task. It's not so easy to be a disciple of the Saint." The old man coughed weakly, attracting Wang Xiaofeng's attention again. "The notebook I gave you records the magic of awakening the sleeping Saints; after you have enough strength, go to various parts of the mainland to try to awaken these sleeping Saints."

"Okay," without waiting for Wang Xiaofeng to speak, "I have been around for almost the time being. Only in this trial of hope can I appear briefly and meet you. Go, if you are willing, save this elf. Our human race owes them too much. Of course, I will not force your wishes, as this is my request to you."

Willing? Willing? If you can save yourself, can you still not save it?

His figure flashed and he had already appeared beside the Holy Water Pool. Looking back, there was no shadow of the old man or the boat on the calm lake.

Looking at the floating light ball on his shoulder, the unicorn aunt was trying her best to treat Xiaohua, and she didn't pay much attention to the scene around her.

The square pond made of white jade, the clear spring eyes kept surging. There was a little fresh smell floating in the air, which made people feel relaxed and happy, and there was an additional gain state above the head - [Holy Light Rejoice], increasing the effect of the Holy Light skill by 20%, reducing the chanting time of the Holy Light skill by 50%.

He took out the seed from his backpack and chose to use it. The system forced his body to make movements, and took out the seed and buried it in the soft and wet land.

"Only by struggling in despair can we appreciate the value of hope; only hope can bring true dawn."

With the brief chanting, a clear spring water overflowed from the holy water pool, and slowly, some green buds gradually emerged from the buried soil, which was the germination of greenness.

It takes root and sprouts, and grows into straws more than three feet tall at a speed visible to the naked eye. As the branches and leaves stretch, a pure white flower quietly blooms.

Seeing that the assessment tasks on the taskbar were marked with completed words, the tense heartstrings finally loosened a little. In eight days, the content of the trial was actually only the last day; a week broke the body just to make him fall into despair and break his guard in his heart.

The effort and time spent in this trial are too long. Apart from the legitimate reputation of the clergy, he can get something that is not proportional to what he has paid. Especially for various mental tortures, if his psychological endurance is weaker, he will probably torture psychological diseases.

But since I have been able to hold on, it is too late to say this now, so I can’t sue the game system. I am willing to accept this assessment task.

The white light lingers, and the pure white flower quickly witheres; a white fruit the size of a longan was held by the shallow white light and slowly fell into his hands. The familiar fragrance came, which was a bit of lingering intoxication, a deep intoxication that could not be extricated.

Looking at the system introduction, the intoxicated expression turned into a deep wry smile; no wonder the old charlatan Hu En said he would follow his wishes.

The Fruit of Hope (One of the Holy Fruits of Light)

Use effect: Level 2

Description: Holy Fruit of Hope, the Hope of Dawn Continent is carried on you, which can greatly improve the combat ability of the Apocalypse. Note: This item cannot be preserved for a long time and can only be used in the Land of Hope.

The light ball on his shoulders was not expressed at all, but the heartbreaking murmur of the elf mother echoed in his ears. Although he could not hear the meaning of the ancient elf language, he could feel the bitterness and bitterness in it.

Bitter, now it’s more than just mothers who may lose their daughter.

Adding the second level can save him the second half of the month and continue to be the top of the level list for a longer time. This should be an additional reward for the eight-day trial. There are no tasks that cannot be completed, and it is unlikely that there will be tasks with imbalance in rewards and difficulty.

He sighed dejectedly and looked at the holy light ball floating on his shoulders. He was so entangled that he was intertwined. Self-comfort could no longer hide the depression in his heart.

Aunt Unicorn, since you want this fruit, can you say something? It would be a bit inhumane to let him give him two-level five million experiences with both hands without saying a word.

Looking at the skills that have been shining in the skill bar, [The Sigh of Light] and [The Inspiration of Dawn], although this is also obtained by him in the mission, it is also a gift from the unicorn aunt. The blood limit increased by 10%, to a certain extent, is more precious than the two levels.

What's more, he nodded and agreed to treat the elf before, which was also a promise. Old Hu'en's words hit his heart. Although he did not force his wish, this move made the request of his glorious old man today, forcing him to hesitate.

Level 2, five million experience, half a month of boring monster-sweeping, the top rank on the level list...

"The Apocalypse is so stupid, I'm here!" "Okay, Xiaohua will just call you brother for help." "Yeah! Brother is so great! Come on, brother!" "Mom will worry."

Through the shallow light and shadow, I vaguely saw the elf curled up there, and her petite body was trembling slightly.

The elf who chattered around her became what she is now; the sound of the wind lingering in the wind gradually drifted away, and it was her farewell murmur.

He put the white holy fruit the size of a longan in front of him, and no longer hesitated, and handed it into the holy light.
Chapter completed!