Chapter 777 How can there be no mortals?
“Huh? What happened?”
A brief doubt flashed in Salas’ mind. Using his inertia, he smashed the table again and roared: "Damn you kid!"
The screen flashed, and Salas found himself returning to a sitting position from a standing position.
The desk that was smashed to pieces by his own hands was restored to its original state again.
He stood up unbelievingly, but this time, he didn't even have a chance to wave, and was sat back on the chair.
“Hehehehe.
How is this possible?”
The anger in Salas’s heart flowed out like a flood, and was replaced by something cold enough to freeze his whole body. chill.
He slumped in his chair and smiled stupidly, obviously unable to accept the reality.
When Quan saw that Salas had finally 'calmed down', he said: "It seems that you have understood your situation. Next, it is my turn to ask.
You should know what we are here for. The reason and purpose, right? "
Salas is in such a state that he still has the energy to listen to what Quan Yi is saying. However, even if he doesn't want to hear it, Quan Yi's voice is like a demonic sound. echoed directly into his mind.
Forcibly brought back to reality by this stimulation, Salas said anxiously: "I don't know what you are talking about?"
Quan Yi snorted and snapped his fingers.
A white light flashed before Salas' eyes, and a letter exuding the scent of paper and ink appeared on the desk.
When Salas saw this letter and the familiar handwriting recorded on it, his pupils shrank sharply.
He raised the paper and scanned the contents of the letter quickly.
I will never admit my handwriting is wrong. This is exactly the secret letter that Salas wrote to the Pope.
The above just records how Salas described Quan Yi and Huo Wu as threats to Wuhun Palace.
With this unshakable evidence, Salas could not find an excuse to argue.
“It’s over!”
Salas’s hands holding the paper were shaking violently, and the thin paper was as heavy as a stone at this moment.
"How could this letter appear in your hands? I received a personal reply from His Highness the Pope.
It is impossible for you to steal the letter from His Highness the Pope."
< br>Salas's expression was completely distorted, and the gorgeous platinum bishop's robe further highlighted his ugliness.
He had always had a glimmer of hope in his heart, but this hope was completely shattered by this letter.
Now, he was completely sure that Quan Yi and others were here just for him.
“Crack!”
Quan snapped his fingers again and again, and the letter in Salas’ hand turned into specks of golden light and disappeared into his hands.
"You are right. The real letter is indeed still in the hands of the Pope. However, when your people were delivering the letter, we had already grasped the content of the letter.
What you see is just that it is kept in my hands. The picture in my memory."
Quan Yi pointed to his head and continued to ask: "From the moment I saw this letter, I have been thinking about a question, why are you doing this? Are we going to kill you?
Is it possible that just because our talent threatens your Wuhun Palace, we can eliminate it without hesitation?
There shouldn’t be such a big hatred between us, right? ?”
During the questioning, Quan Yi’s eyes became colder and his tone became deeper.
Salas couldn't help laughing when he heard Quanyi's childish question.
He looked up to the sky and laughed, the laughter was so loud that tears shone in the corners of his eyes.
At this point, Salas also saw his destined ending.
It was precisely because he saw the ending that he broke the can and let himself no longer flinch.
After laughing, Salas wiped the corners of his eyes and looked at Quan Yiyi in disbelief: "Did you deliberately trap me in an illusion and have a conversation just to ask such a childish question? If it were me, why would I listen? The enemy's words are to be killed directly to avoid future troubles." Seeing Salas' slightly mocking instructions, Quan Yi was not angry and asked: "Enemy? Who is the enemy?
Are we the enemy of Wuhun Palace? "
Quan Yi's rhetorical question made Salas suddenly stunned.
For a while, he was unable to reply firmly to this question.
"You, of course you are our enemies. As long as you threaten the existence of Wuhun Palace, you are our enemies."
Salas replied to Quan Yi quibly, but he The voice is getting lower and lower.
Moreover, he found that he was just repeating Quan Yi's question.
Reply to questions with questions, where can it play the role of reply.
Quan Yi mocked: "Oh, it turns out that the Wuhun Palace is so domineering and can make such a decision without any legitimate name.
It seems that this magnificent palace is actually just a hiding place for filth. A place of filth.”
Killing and killing people.
Quan Yi's move is obviously peeling off the sacred shell of Wuhun Palace and exposing its inner essence.
“No, that’s not right, our Wuhun Hall is not what you said.”
Seeing Quanyi’s contempt for Wuhun Hall, Salas retorted sharply, but Quanyi ignored it. He continued: "I remember that only evil soul masters can be executed by the Wuhun Palace, but our Quan family is neither an evil soul master nor a family of soul masters that bullies the weak and disrupts order.
What do you have in the Wuhun Palace? The power will execute us.
Oh, I understand, this so-called evil soul master is not just an excuse for you to justify yourself.
Tsk, I really don’t know what is happening on the mainland. How many innocent people have died at the hands of Wuhun Palace?"
Every heart-wrenching word from Quan Yi is tearing apart the appearance of Salas and Wuhun Palace step by step.
Salas can accept the fact of death, but cannot accept Quan Yi's slander of Wuhun Temple.
He said angrily: "What do you know? A just cause must be accompanied by dirty means.
We at Wuhun Palace have always been committed to awakening people across the continent. Martial Spirits, and provide civilian soul masters with more favorable conditions.
Even the Martial Spirits of the two of you were awakened by our Spirit Hall for you. You are all included in the records of the Spirit Hall. Message.
This is a good deed by our Wuhun Palace, and it is also a favor given to you. You ungrateful people actually dare to scold Wuhun Palace in return.
In my opinion, you soul master families, as well as the nobles and royal families who are entrenched above the common people, are the real villains.
And we, Wuhun Palace, are the real saviors of the entire continent."
Crazy Salas frantically refuted Quan Yi's slander. This time, he was not telling excuses or lies, he really thought so.
And this is also the fundamental reason why most soul masters believe in Wuhun Palace.
When Quan heard this, he finally heard a sincere speech from Salas.
He showed a smile of satisfaction, but this smile was soon replaced by a solemn expression. Quanyi himself also put down his legs, straightened his upper body, and said seriously:
"Wuhundian serves the people of the entire continent. The achievements of awakening Wuhun are indeed worthy of praise from everyone.
However, this is not for the common people, but to attract more soul masters to the Wuhun Palace.
What you care about is not the common people. But a soul master!
If not, how can there be no mortals in such a huge martial soul temple? ”
(End of this chapter)