C1927 Engulfing the Pope of Storms
C1927 Engulfing the Pope of Storms
It was as if the Divine Dragon lying dormant in the ground would rise into the sky in the next second.
This mountain range was none other than. . . It was the Storm Mountain Range, which was known as the number one divine mountain in the Stormy Empire. The headquarters of the Tempest Temple was located in this Stormy Mountain Range.
"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "
Occasionally, streams of light would cut through the Void.
It had to be said that this Tempest Temple was worthy of being one of the nine major powers of the Magic World. It had a strong foundation that far exceeded the imagination of the world.
For example, Sky Magician was a top-notch expert in a duchy. Many small duchies might not even have a Sky Magician, even if he was in one of the major kingdoms. He was worthy of the title of expert and was qualified to be conferred the title of earl. He controlled a territory. However, in the Stormy Mountain Range. . . They were nothing more than insignificant, insignificant nobodies.
Even Moonlight Magister could be easily seen here.
. . .
The Imperial Hall stood on the main peak of the Stormwind Mountain Range - the Stormwind Divine Mountain. It was like the Divine Palace where the gods resided. It was glittering with divine light and shining brightly.
This was the place where Pope Storm was cultivating. It was the closest place to God Of The Storm. Without Pope Storm's order, even some First Grade Sunshine Mage archbishops were not allowed to casually step into the Sovereign Palace.
Those who trespass were lightly punished with a staff, and those who were more serious were directly crippled of their cultivation and expelled from Tempest Temple.
. . .
Within the Pope's Palace.
Pope Storm sat on the Pope's throne. Terrifying hurricanes. Like a peerless evil dragon, it erupted from all the pores in his body, wreaking havoc in the world and killing everything.
At this moment, if someone appeared in the Pope's Palace, even some of Sunshine Mage's divine bodies would be crushed and killed.
Terrifying! This Pope Storm was definitely a Holy Spirit Mage, and he wasn't even an ordinary lower Holy Spirit Mage.
. . .
"Your Holiness, Archbishop Ai Demeng requests an audience. "
Suddenly, a respectful voice came from outside the hall.
"Oh? Ai Demeng has returned?"
Pope Storm's tightly shut eyes opened, and endless hurricanes raged in his eyes. His eyes were like two terrifying hurricanes, sending chills down everyone's spine.
"How can it be so fast? Could it be that he has already found it. . . "
With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Pope Storm impatiently said, "Quick, let Ai Demeng in. "
. . .
". . . He's actually a superior Holy Spirit Mage. No wonder he's the headquarters of Tempest Temple. His background is indeed extraordinary. "Looking at Pope Storm who was sitting on the throne, Yang Fann's heart skipped a beat. He had been travelling all the way here. Apart from Pope Storm, he also sensed four different kinds of Holy Spirit Mage's Qi.
The Holy Spirit Mage of Magic World was a Top Dominator in the Eternal Great World. In addition to God Of The Storm who was behind them, there was also a Half-Step Sovereign and five Top Dominator. This force could be considered as one of the best amongst the top powers.
However, Yang Fann didn't dare show any neglect on his face. He slightly bowed and said, "Ai Demeng greets the Pope. "
"Ai Demeng, you are in such a hurry to come back, but did you discover the secret of the Duke of Hell?" Pope Storm was a little impatient and said, Archbishop Ai Demeng went to the capital of Raymond to preside over the matters of the Church of Storm. On one hand, more importantly, under Pope Storm's orders, he wanted to find out Yang Fann's secret.
This Grand Duke Elven was a miracle. He was not even five hundred years old, but he already had the power of Holy Spirit Mage, or even Holy Spirit Mage.
He would never believe that he didn't have any great secrets or fortuitous encounters.
As the Pope of Tempest Temple, he had been trained by Tempest Temple since he was young. He could get as many resources as he wanted, but the result was that he had spent nearly a million years to step into Holy Spirit Mage's realm. It had taken him millions of years to step into Holy Spirit Mage's realm.
But Duke Elven was less than 500 years old, and he was less than 500 years old.
The gap between them was more than ten thousand miles.
If he could obtain the secrets of Grand Duke Elven, he might be able to take a look at God Realm Mage's position, and his life would be as long as the heavens.
Although he believed in God Of The Storm, it didn't mean that Pope Storm didn't want to become a god.
"Your Highness the Pope, luckily I did not fail the order. After my investigation, I finally found some secrets of Grand Duke Elven. That secret is. . . "
"Ai Demeng, what exactly is that secret?" Pope Storm looked anxious.
"The secret is. . . The God's Seal. "
Suddenly, a fierce light flashed in Yang Fann's eyes, and the Fire God Scepter appeared in his hand.
Pope Storm's attention was completely attracted by the secret. He never thought that his trusted subordinate, Ai Demeng, would suddenly attack him. It was that terrifying rank eleven magic.
"Ah ~ ~ ~ No. . . "
Pope Storm only had time to let out a heart-wrenching cry before he was completely sealed.
The vast sea of magic turned into a pool of stagnant water. With the support of the Universe Treasure and the Fire God Scepter, Yang Fann's God's Seal was something that even some intermediate God Realm Mage would need a lot of effort to break out of the seal, let alone Pope Storm, who was a superior Holy Spirit Mage.
The devil energy, spirit, soul, and everything else in his body had been sealed.
At this moment, Pope Storm was not much stronger than some low rank mages.
"You. . . You are not Ai Demeng. You are not Ai Demeng. Who are you?" Pope Storm stared at Yang Fann. At this moment, if he still did not understand that the person in front of him was an imposter, then he would have lived in vain for so many years.
"Who am I? Great Pope, you have already schemed against my secrets, but you still don't know who I am?" A hint of ridicule flashed across the corner of Yang Fann's mouth.
"Ah ~ Evan ~ ~ You are the Duke of Hell, Elven. No, no, this is. . . How is this possible?" Pope Storm had a look of disbelief. That power just now gave him the feeling that it was not much weaker than the God Of The Storm he believed in. The Duke of Hell, Elven, was at most a lower Holy Spirit Mage. How could he have such power?
"Hehe. . . Nothing is impossible. Alright. I have also answered your question. It's time to send you on your way. "
"Ah ~ ~ ~ No, Elven. I am the Pope of Tempest Temple, the spokesperson of my God on the continent. If you dare to hurt me, my God will not let you off. . . "
"You don't have to worry about that. It won't be long before he comes down to accompany you. "
The next second. . .
Yang Fann held Pope Storm's head with one hand and circulated the Heaven Swallowing Earth Devouring Great Technique to its limit.
"Rumble. . . "
The terrifying power of devouring erupted crazily and devoured everything.
. . .