Chapter 3869 The Dark Pope Observes the Ceremony

When they saw Pope Motu coming from the Dark Temple, everyone in the Temple of the Alliance of Light seemed quite nervous.

At this moment, they each looked at each other, and then their eyes trembled slightly, followed by many actions.

A little carelessness, the whole game is lost.

Once the rhythm cannot be stabilized, the consciousness will completely collapse.

Immediately, everyone in the Temple of the Alliance of Light raised their weapons and aimed directly at the Dark Pope.

"Um?"

"What does this mean?"

"Pope Yuwen, is this the way you treat guests in the Temple of the Alliance of Light?"

"That's not very polite!"

"In my opinion, you'd better put away your weapons."

"Otherwise, if one hand is itchy, they will all be killed."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The dark Pope Motu laughed wildly, and then a strong aura swept in place, knocking back everything in front of him like an overwhelming mountain.

Followed by walking forward on his own, his eyes flickered from time to time, his thoughts gathered here, and he said everything to someone.

The mood is very delicate, the idea is very real, and the rhythm is very calm.

"Stay back!"

When Pope Yuwen Hanlin of the Light spoke, everyone in the Light camp looked at each other, and then began to back away quietly.

"Pope Motu, what's the matter with me?"

"snort!"

"This time against the Protoss, although our Temple of the Alliance of Light has temporarily formed an alliance with your Temple of Darkness, it seems that the relationship between us has not yet reached the point where we can talk and laugh?"

"If Pope Motu has nothing to do, he should also step down!"

Bright Pope Yuwen Hanlin's face was cold, his eyes trembled slightly, while talking at the moment, his eyes shone with a different kind of brilliance, as if he wanted to completely wipe out everything in front of him!

In such a mood, let's talk to someone.

Very real and very clear.

Rhythmic, gradually becoming clear.

Consciousness is slowly becoming more sober.

"Hahaha!"

"Pope Yuwen really is a nobleman who forgets things!"

"Didn't I just say that?"

"I'm here to watch the ceremony."

"This competition of faith can't be seen anywhere!"

"Especially when such a proud son of heaven competes with the first-class saint of your Light Alliance Temple."

"This scene is more conscious!"

"Just follow the established rhythm."

"Interesting! Really interesting!"

"Not bad! Very good!"

A loud laugh sounded, as if it wanted to completely sweep away everything around it.

The dark Pope Motu didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, and then walked over straight away, looking very casual.

Bright Pope: "..."

This wave is really speechless.

It hurts to look at it.

What is this all about?

Playful, still entangled?

Um?

What kind of trouble do you want?

Rhythmic, can you stop for a while?

Bright Pope Yuwen Hanlin looked ugly.

But the matter had come to this point, he couldn't say anything, he just stood there indifferently, without saying a word.

Rhythm, collapse on the spot.

For the rest, I don't want to say more.

That's basically it.

Mess! Chaotic!

I don't even know what's going on!

"Pope Motu likes to watch it, so just watch it."

"After all, in terms of faith, our Temple of the Alliance of Light has always been superior!"

"The belief in your dark temple is too scattered."

Bright Pope Yuwen Hanlin couldn't help but sneer.

This is honest.

Generally speaking, there are really not many people who defected from the Temple of the Alliance of Light, and the clergy of the Temple of the Alliance of Light also looked dignified and pious outside.

To put it bluntly, this thing is actually a hypocrite.

As for the priests of the Dark Temple, they are more inclined to the type of happy and enmity.

Generally speaking, what they think and do is more straightforward, that is, they don't bother to involve you with what is there or not.

In this case, they felt a little uncomfortable, and they might have rebelled directly out of the Dark Temple.

This is determined by the special interest between the Temple of Darkness and the Temple of the Alliance of Light.

Facing the sarcasm from the light pope Yuwen Hanlin, the dark demon emperor Motu yawned and didn't take it seriously at all.

"Why!"

"What's wrong with that?"

"Expel all those who are disloyal to the Dark Temple first, and what remains will be purer?"

"Could it be that they are all fake like your Temple of the Light Alliance?"

"Then if something happens, you will fly separately in the face of catastrophe?"

"Um?"

"What is the use of such waste?"

"The waste that we don't want in the Dark Temple seems to like to run towards your Light Alliance Temple?"

"This is very interesting. Is it possible that your Temple of the Alliance of Light is still a garbage collection station?"

The Pope of Darkness speaks every word.

Every sentence sounds like that, but after a closer look, it's all malicious.

At least this was heard in the ears, and it was inexplicably harsh.

This time his brows were furrowed, and his breathing gradually became rapid. All kinds of thoughts were messed up in his heart, and his complexion looked extremely ugly.

Such a state of mind, let alone tell anyone.

"snort!"

"The benefit of the tongue!"

"Speaking of which, since when did Pope Motu become interested in my Temple of the Alliance of Light?"

"Could it be that there is no one in the Dark Temple? Now it is actually necessary for Pope Motu to come out in person to find out information?"

Bright Pope Yuwen Hanlin continued to confront each other.

Masters fight, blood everywhere!

Just like now, the more they talk to each other, the more excited they become, and the more they talk, the more excited they become.

Gradually, all kinds of consciousness pulled hips, and my brain buzzed.

There is no need to say more about the other ones, and they understand everything.

The rhythm is very clear!

Safe mentality, and who to tell!

"I'm not interested in those wastes in your Temple of Light Alliance."

"The only thing I'm interested in is little friend Fang Fan!"

"Hahaha!"

"I've heard that Fang Fan is the true pride of heaven!"

"Being able to go in and out of the main city of the Protoss three times without any damage, and even get out of the treasure, is invincible!"

"Such a proud son of heaven, he still suffers from slander and suspicion in the Temple of the Alliance of Light? A joke! What a joke!"

"Little friend Fang Fan, I, Motu, make a promise to you. As long as you are willing to join our Dark Temple, you will be the Young Emperor of my Dark Temple!"

When Pope Motu of the Dark Temple spoke out, the audience was horrified!

Young Emperor? The Young Emperor of the Dark Temple?

Isn't this position a bit too high?

And this is what the Pope of the Dark Temple said in person, so he won't break his promise!

Is Fang Fan really so attractive?

This time, not only the melon-eaters were stunned, but even Pope Yuwen Hanlin frowned, feeling as if he was riding a tiger.