Chapter 183 1914
In St. Paul's Cathedral, London.
Had it not been for the support of the church, the Bishop of York, who might have lived a life of begging, and the priests such as Milo who were in other places, also knew about the death of His Majesty George II.
Hearing this news, Bishop York was stunned.
He still remembered the comment he made with a smile more than thirty years ago. The words he said at that time still vaguely echoed in his ears.
"The previous predictions were indeed a coincidence! How could this witch be the same prophet as Muhammad and the Savior Jesus?"
"Sure enough, when she couldn't predict or say anything, this witch only I can talk nonsense now!”
The Bishop of York was lost in thought, “It turns out I wasn’t talking nonsense. , is it really a prophecy?”
“Is that really a prophet or a great prophet like the Savior Jesus?”
Thinking about it, he laughed at himself, “That’s right. He is called the God of the Sun, Ion. It’s just some prophecies, how could he not predict it?”
As he thought about it, his heart was filled with regret.
If only he had not offended that person, he would not be in this situation!
After so many years, he is no longer a bishop, he is just an ordinary old man who is supported by the church.
He was pretty good. Other monks, nuns and priests who had experienced the previous things were even worse than him.
The Bishop of York looked in a trance.
In fact, not only them, but also the powerful church began to weaken as they were cursed.
If the effects of the cross and other holy objects were not still there, they could still rely on them to physically exorcise demons.
The church may be destroyed by those evil creatures, and even order cannot be maintained.
In addition to the decline of the church, there has also been a new heretical church that has emerged in recent years.
Some people who believe in the sun god Ion formed the Sun God Cult.
Fortunately, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and with the suppression of the church, this Sun God Cult has always been just a small, niche church.
Considering that person’s existence, they could only turn a blind eye. As long as it did not threaten them, they were too lazy to take care of it.
At the same time, on the other side.
Listening to the news spreading on the streets.
Father Milo, with disheveled hair and a crazy look, laughed loudly, "Hahaha, God, forgive me!"
As he ran, people on both sides of the street were so scared that they quickly moved away and pointed at him.
He is no longer a priest, and has even converted to that one, wanting that one to take back his terrible curse.
Unfortunately, that person never had mercy on him.
When the outside world is talking a lot.
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In the witch jungle next to the town of Tevin.
Su Xing, who has blond hair reaching his waist and an extremely handsome face, is wearing gold and black clothes and is sitting cross-legged in the wooden house with his eyes closed.
Because Gwennie and the others treated him cautiously and seemed a little afraid of him, he moved away after he was five years old and came to live in the Witch's Jungle.
At this time, he slowly opened his golden eyes, and the breath on his body was surging.
Feeling the vast energy in his body, he was in a good mood.
In his induction, the Sumeru Mustard Seed Space of the Witch's Golden Pill had reached nearly ten meters.
It was filled with brilliant golden energy mist, and the energy of the surrounding space barriers was condensed into a solid state.
In the center of the space, sleeping is an angel with a golden light all over his body, a beautiful face, and a pair of dazzling golden wings behind him.
After so many years of infection, this angel has completely changed from white to golden.
Faintly, this sun angel continued to radiate the power of faith toward him to awaken his senses. This angel seemed to be twisted by his power and became his believer.
Shaked his head and stopped observing the angel. He focused on himself.
“It’s time to break through to the seventh level!”
Feeling the perfect cultivation of the sixth level, his eyes were full of anticipation.
He reached the sixth level of consummation very early, and during this period he has been deducing how to break through to the seventh level.
According to the cultivation realm of the immortal world, his continued breakthrough should be the cultivation level of the integration stage.
However, since the beginning of the Void Refining, his state has become abnormal, and ordinary breakthrough methods are simply not possible.
After a long period of research, he finally deduced the method to break through the seventh level!
The spiritual will merges with the witch space in the body and becomes the will of space!
The next second, Su Xing closed his eyes and immediately followed the deduction method to break through.
boom!
His invisible spirit and will quickly spread to the witch space, infecting the space barrier, energy, and everything inside.
Since the witch space originally belonged to him, he did not feel any hindrance.
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Time passes slowly.
I don't know how much time passed, but when I woke up I felt like I was one with the witch space in my body.
It is as if he is the witch's space, and the witch's space is him, and he can affect everything perceived in the witch's space at any time.
At this moment, boom!
The witch’s space broke through ten meters and expanded.
Eleven meters...
Nineteen meters...
This expansion stopped when it was close to twenty meters.
Seventh stage and one stage!
Feeling everything in his body, Su Xing thought thoughtfully and murmured, "If it reaches the seventh level of perfection, the witch's space should be able to expand to ninety-nine meters..."
He felt a little bit Smaller.
However, this is just the beginning stage. As the level continues to rise, the witch space will definitely become bigger and bigger!
Su Xing thought expectantly.
At the same time, although there is only one level of seventh level at the moment, he feels that even if he does not rely on the blood of the witch, the source of sun, pseudo magic, he may be able to fight beyond the level!
If he added the blessing of the witch bloodline, the source of sun, pseudo, and magic, he could not imagine how strong he would be!
Thinking about it, a coldness appeared in his eyes, thinking of the Lin family and the black mist ruins in the interstellar era.
When he got back, he would strike first and kill the so-called Lin family directly before they discovered him!
As for the Black Mist Ruins, he was not sure whether he could destroy that place with his current strength.
For a long while, he didn't think any more, shook his head, and while deducing the eighth-level witch cultivation method, he closed his eyes again and fell into the cultivation.
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Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye, more than one hundred and fifty years passed.
1914.
Newton, Bishop of York, Father Milo and others, who had witnessed the arrival of angels and the miracle of the sun god Ion, died one by one.
Young people are born generation after generation.
As a long time passed, there was less and less news about the sun god Ion, and it became part of history.
Records have been destroyed over time. Only the British royal family and other places still have complete records of the events of that year.
However, after such a long time, even if there are still records, these records are just cold and dusty in the library, and no one sees them.
Occasionally, one or two royal nobles saw it and regarded it as a fairy tale without much belief.
(End of this chapter)