"Fortunately you came in time, but the battle is not over yet."

The old pope waved to Wang Xiaofeng on the tree canopy. Wang Xiaofeng, who had been a little stunned, wiped the tears from his face and slowly fell down. "I should have arrived earlier, otherwise..."

"The worst result did not happen. Your tears of repentance should not be left at this time." The old pope patted Wang Xiaofeng on the shoulder, as if an old man was comforting the child who had made a mistake. "Let's go, we still have enemies that have not been resolved, and the battle has just begun."

"Has the seal been broken?"

"We have a remedy to gain enough time for you Apocalypse."

Wang Xiaofeng looked at the back of the old pope. The back was a little old and some were inexplicably heavy, which almost made him feel a little difficult to breathe. What kind of remedy is there? The plot, this is all a damn plot!

The Pope seemed to be wandering, walking slowly on the trunk with his hands behind his back. Wang Xiaofeng summoned a unicorn and followed the Pope, watching the old guy deal with the dying demons along the way.

Wang Xiaofeng threw out the Holy Flame of Burning Bone with some resentment, but gained a portion of very rich experience, which can be regarded as a compensation for his bad mood.

Thanks to the blessing of the Holy Light, these demons gradually lost their ability to resist, especially the saints who have gained a significant increase in their strength. They became more and more brave and destroyed the demons in the world of the Holy Light. Amy solved several demons and flew over, showing a gentle smile to Wang Xiaofeng, and regardless of the old emperor walking ahead, he took the initiative to pull Wang Xiaofeng's hand.

Wang Xiaofeng shook his head slightly and pointed to the old pope in front of him. He should pay more attention to the saint who must be pure in the doctrine.

Who knew whether Amy had escaped from death and didn't care about these things, or had already had a premonition, so she shook her head slightly at Wang Xiaofeng, and snuggled over like an ordinary lover.

The ancient elves and saints around pretended to be missing, which was their blessing to this pair of men and women with special identities. Wang Xiaofeng didn't care much. Although he couldn't really give Amy happiness and love, it was always good to have some things that could make her memories.

We walked all the way to the space where Wang Xiaofeng once entered. There were still many demons here that had not been dealt with, but the seventy-two saints led hundreds of powerful ancient elves to kill them, and the sacred light was still shining, and these demons completely reduced to pitiful ashes under the rage of light.

"No need to look," the pope suddenly said in front, "Although the holy tree seals hell, one of the passages from hell to the earth is the trunk of the giant tree. There are still some demons inside, they are destroying the First Saint."

"The Saint has grown a little older before. If it weren't like this, it wouldn't have allowed these demons to take advantage of the opportunity." The ancient elf elder said angrily, owing to the Pope, "Your Majesty, we need support for the Holy Tree now, it is being eroded by darkness."

"Everything is destined, don't worry." The pope waved his hand, and a dark tree hole appeared in front of him. At this time, more than 60 remaining people from the seventy-two saints rushed in under the leadership of Tuss, followed by hundreds of ancient elves. Amy wanted to keep up, but the pope reached out to stop him. Wang Xiaofeng had more than ten minutes to be in a weak state.

The fierce battle took place inside the trunk. After two or three minutes, the Pope lowered his head and walked in, while Wang Xiaofeng and Amy held hands and followed.

The war outside has not stopped yet, but with the hunting of the dragon knights and ancient elves magicians, the remaining demon soldiers will not be able to break through the siege.

Unlike last time, the trunk was a little dim, and the holes spread deep into the ground, while the devil's bodies lay all the way. Wang Xiaofeng used the Bone Burning Holy Flame to collect experiences, making his level jump at an astonishing speed.

"I'll go, the boss is actually at level 80 and is still rising. What did he do?"

"God knows, I'll go, I'd known to follow the boss if I had known. The speed of killing monsters would definitely be thrown away by the forbidden spell as a holy light bullet."

"Bone Burning Holy Flame." Some smart people still pointed out the theme. The smart people are Zi Yan. "The boss must be burning the corpse of a world-class boss, otherwise how could he get so much experience?"

"Where to find so many world-class bosses?" The Demon Saint of Wujing replied in a muffled voice, causing the Guild Channel to fall into silence...

In fact, what Zi Yan said was really right, but Wang Xiaofeng's speed of absorbing experience came to an abrupt end because a situation suddenly appeared ahead.

The sacred light could not cover here. Wang Xiaofeng looked at the notebook. The millions of values ​​allowed him to release the golden sun.

The slightest enlightenment ahead, the pace of the seventy-two saints and ancient elves' strong men came to an abrupt end. They may have reached the real trunk of the giant tree, an internal cylindrical space with a diameter of several hundred meters.

Hundreds of red-skinned demons were waiting for the battle. A stream of black gas condensed in the surrounding space. There was a green light ball in the air. A meter-high sapling was wrapped in a thin shield. A fluffy of black gas hit the film in the demon array.

"Born for light, die for light."

Tuss whispered, and the remaining people of the seventy-two saints rushed up without hesitation. Dozens of red-skinned demons around him were awakened and rushed towards him with a roar.

Wang Xiaofeng suddenly rushed forward and opened his notebook to the place where the demons gathered the deepest, and a huge pillar of light hit him with his cold snorkeling.

The entire group of demons was alarmed because the golden holy light shining, three or four red-skinned demons were vaporized. But the light pillar was blocked by those demons. Wang Xiaofeng was not discouraged at all. Anyway, the golden sun only consumed the mind power value and had only a short cooling time, and would not be affected by his weak state, so he stood there and bombarded.

The seventy-two saints turned around and set up a barrier in front of him to block the rushing demons. Wang Xiaofeng still lowered his head and released his skills. Although he could only shoot out more than a dozen beams of light and could only kill one-tenth of the demons, he would not suffer any losses. But...

"The holy tree is moaning, it is almost impossible to resist it!" An ancient elf suddenly roared, and everyone looked up and the light shields around the holy tree began to explode.

After Wang Xiaofeng finished the last beam of light, he looked at the only 300,000 mind power remaining on the notebook, and smashed the Light Song Dian to the ground with some hatred.

An old hand, like the withered bark of an old tree, lowered his head and picked up the chant of light in front of him. The old pope patted the dust on the pages and handed the magical book to him. The old man smiled for the first time. This was Wang Xiaofeng's first time seeing the old pope's smile, very kind, like the care of an old man in the evening.

"This is our last hope, don't throw it away easily."

Wang Xiaofeng took the notebook, nodded, and breathed a little relieved. The surrounding barrier was violently impacted by the demon, and it was already shaking like the holy tree's shield.

"Promise me, forget your identity as apocalypse and strive for this world."

The old pope's words made Wang Xiaofeng completely stunned, but in the old man's expectant gaze, he nodded slowly and solemnly. Wang Xiaofeng said this for some reason: "Many people regard this place as a game, but this is the most glorious place in my life and also the place where I can feel that I really exist. I will protect it until I can't come here."

The old pope smiled happily, with a little bleak smile on his face, and patted Wang Xiaofeng on the shoulder. The old pope's body began to flash with pure white holy light, and his body suddenly became outside the barrier.

Another flash, the old pope appeared under the holy tree, and an obscure prayer rang out throughout the space.

The demons turned around and rushed towards the Pope, but the distance of just a hundred meters seemed to be out of reach, and their movements were infinitely slowed down.

The seventy-two saints sat on the ground at the same time, while the weak Wang Xiaofeng was supported by Amy.

These old men were praying in unison, and the prayers gradually echoed in the obscure mantra of the Pope and responded to each other.

"If light comes, I will wash my body and repel the filth."

"If light comes, I will open my arms and dedicate my body and mind."

"If light comes, I will release the darkness and purify the soul."

"If light comes, I will sacrifice myself and burn my life."
Chapter completed!