Chapter 847 Holy Mausoleum

"Xiso, I feel that the fragments of sinking are hidden here, but the response is extremely weak, as if they have been greatly hurt and cannot resist the suppression of some kind of force." The voice of the Blade of sinking suddenly echoed in Lin Xisuo's mind.

"Is it really here? It's great. It seems that the news about the Sixth Patriarch of Hengbo is very accurate." A surprise flashed in Lin Xisuo's eyes. Attacking St. Martin's Cathedral was not in vain. The specific location of the sinking fragments should be found as soon as possible.

The little old man said to himself: "Little brother, look, we don't know each other yet. My name in the Holy Sect's referee team is Smai, but it's better to call him the name before entering the church. Wandefu, you can call me Uncle Fu."

"Wan Defu? A very interesting name. I hope Uncle Fu will help me take care of Qiyun Club in the future. Uncle Fu will definitely not need to be involved in those grassroots affairs. The main reason is that Qiyun Club lacks senior peak positions, which is really worrying!" Lin Xisuo said this and smiled slightly and began to introduce himself: "As for what to do? The commander of the Tianzhu fleet, the captain of the Phantom of the Elite Interstellar Cruise, is called Lin Xisuo. Uncle Fu can be called Xia Xisuo or Lin Xiaozi, either."

"Haha, I'm lucky, I'm lucky. Xisu saved my husband's life and repay this kindness slowly. Based on my understanding of the Holy Sect Judgment Team, the career of Qiyun Club will definitely be booming." The old man rarely made a bold statement.

The two of them did not stop at all, and they would induce each time they arrived at a building. Although Fu Bo needed the bodies of the faculty members of all generations, it also depends on the level of their lives. It would be useless even if they had no peak level.

A moment later, a dazzling golden light rose from the main hall of the mausoleum. A figure stood in the shadows of the golden light. In the blink of an eye, the golden light rushed forward to the holy mausoleum, looking at the posture of finding trouble for two foreign objects.

"The Ultimate Holy Spirit? He had reached the peerless level before his lifetime, but the totem master used too much external forces. Even if he reached the legendary level, he would not live long." The old man shook his head, his expression showed a little helplessness.

Lin Xisuo did not understand the state of the Totem Master after he rose to the peerless level. It is extremely rare for martial monks who can cultivate to the peak level of level 12. As for the further peak masters, there can be no one in tens of thousands. If the Golden Light Holy Spirit really reached the peerless level of a peerless master during his lifetime, then its body is very valuable and will definitely make martial monks jealous.

"Hey, although this ultimate holy spirit is very important, it is only useful to the totem master. With the current strength of our two of us, we will definitely be in trouble to conquer it. It would be better to wait and see, maybe we will take advantage of it." The old man persuaded.

"Uncle Fu is right, it is more important to search for the Holy Mausoleum quickly. It is very similar to a small town composed of churches. It is not big, but it is not small. Where should we start?" Lin Xisuo woke up instantly.

No matter how precious the body of a peerless master is, it suddenly becomes insignificant compared to the sinking fragments. As long as this sinking fragment is in hand, it can excrete some toxicity in the body.

In this way, it is difficult for catalytic agents to induce genetic mutations. At the same time, Lin Xisuo can also challenge the near-peak level and quickly become a level 11 martial arts monk, and then make a big move in the field of pharmacy.

Looking at the interstellar world, the martial monks who can challenge the peak level in their thirties can be listed as top figures. In fact, Lin Xisuo has been away from the Tuhuanxing for twenty years, but his appearance is getting younger and younger, and he looks like he is returning to a teenager.

The little old man Fu thought for a moment, and soon took Lin Xisuo to find an inconspicuous building. Among the many luxurious churches, simplicity has become a characteristic. According to the teachings of the Holy Sect Judgment Corps, those who can be simple and unpretentious will show their dignity.

There are indeed good things in this simple and unpretentious building, which have placed many high-end supplies and remains of the owner during his lifetime.

The duo carried out a large-scale sweep in the Holy Mausoleum, and everything they liked was put into a blue-gold belt. When they were in the church treasure house, they did not fully fill the belt because of the hasty time.

If the space equipment is squeezed, you will always make room. There is no reason to miss the great opportunity to visit the Holy Mausoleum. However, the Blade of Sinking has not spoken and it seems that it is impossible to confirm the specific location of the Sinking Debris.

The items that Lin Xisuo found the most were all blue and gold utensils. You should know that the stolen goods accumulated by the Red Storm over the years were mostly gold-plated utensils. Even so, the price was extremely expensive, allowing Qiyun Club to grow rapidly.

The referee group of the Holy Sect has a great family and has a great fortune. Most of the utensils used for burial are made of pure blue gold. If you take them out, you believe that you can completely control the blue gold market in the nearby star field, and you can even go to the main star field to conduct short-term speculation activities.

Uncle Fu only cares about the bodies of those clerks and disdains the blue and gold objects. He climbs to the position of the vice referee of the Holy Sect referee team and uses items, and it is naturally the best to follow the new boss now.

If you are not in charge of your family, you don’t know how expensive it is. Lin Xisuo worked hard from the grassroots level to today. Developing his own power has always been a desire hidden in his bones. Without strong financial resources, development will inevitably be extremely slow, so he cannot let go of all good things.

The two of them stopped around and stopped, and in front of them was the building where the Ultimate Holy Spirit was opened, a somewhat ancient cathedral.

"Haha, it turns out that he is the second-generation referee of the Holy Sect Referee Team! No wonder he is so powerful after his death. Popes of all generations were disguised by Morgans, and most of them would not be placed in the Holy Tomb after his death. Ridiculously, many of us have been deceived. To be honest, there is nothing to serve the Morgans. Didn't the Light Federation turn a blind eye? Even if he still serves the organization after his death, it's nothing to do. But it shouldn't be absolutely necessary. The damn Pope swallowed the female totem master, and was at the top of the board many years ago.

The woman of Feng Chuangshi Bogustone might have been eaten by several popes, so she couldn't hand over the troubles of Tianma Lihen when the disaster was in chaos. This matter has been in my heart for a long time, and I also found out that the Holy Sect referee Team has lost a huge donation every year, transformed into various resources to support the activities of the Star Pirates and support the cause of resisting humanity. "The old man probably got familiar with Lin Xisuo, so he couldn't help but express his thoughts and told some of the situations he knew.

"Is the Pope's devouring of human women? Is it the product of genetic failure? It often requires fresh flesh and blood to maintain its huge power. It is very likely that what kind of organization is the Holy Sect's referee?" Lin Xisuo heard the secret analysis from the professional perspective of the pharmacist, and the analysis results were very close to the truth, and the Pope's power was unstable.

Bo Fu raised his hand and released a layer of dense and light golden holy light. The second-generation referee's tomb ripples rippled with holy light. It was difficult to go in and loot the ground, it depends on how weak the power of the holy tomb has been.

The holy light that protected the building was broken down bit by bit, and Lin Xisuo and the old man excitedly stepped onto the pebbles corridor.

The tomb of the second-generation referee set off a unique graceful and luxurious mural in the simplicity. It is a very inconspicuous mural from famous artists. The old door is made of the almost extinct gold croaker wood now, and the unpainted wooden table is carved from thousands of years of cicada wood. The floor looks very similar to ordinary marble, but it is actually a precious blue agate.

You should know that these materials were extremely expensive in the past years, but they evolved into very ordinary objects. Seeing the "simple" arrangements in the mausoleum make people sigh. This is really a kind of introverted luxury!

So many rare antiques are more valuable than blue and gold objects, Lin Xisuo took out the book of taboos and collected them with all his might. It is naturally more comfortable to leave the good things for himself to use! Although they come from the tomb, it is like a new object to clean them up a little.

In front of the Holy Mausoleum, a golden light and two black-winged birds fought together. Every second, an energy beam burst out beyond imagination. Terrible cracks appeared in the Holy Mausoleum, which had lost its guardian barrier, and the entire White Jade Mountain peak was about to collapse.

"Do you feel like sinking? This is the ultimate holy spirit. The Holy Sect referees are likely to hide the sinking fragments here and use the holy light of the eternal." Lin Xisuo was searching for rare treasures while contacting the Sinking Blade.

"It's really strange. You can feel a little breath outside the building. Why do you lose all traces when you get inside the building? Do you still remember the scene of collecting the destruction fragments in the Galaxy outside the boundary? The enemy is likely to set up traps waiting for us to come. Although the power of the Holy Mausoleum is terrifying, there may be other dangers." The Destruction Blade reminds the master that sometimes the closer you get to the end, the more you need to be careful, and two more fragmented artifacts can fully recover.

"I put out the colorful agate snails and split the building to see. No matter whether there are any destruction or not, it cannot be delayed. St. Martin's Cathedral is very dangerous, and the Baiyu Mountain in the tomb is inclined to collapse." Lin Xisuo's decision cannot be changed. The colorful light rushed out of his head and rotated in the church. A sudden blade light immediately rushed out. With a dull and loud noise, the floor cracked and countless cracks came from the depths of Baiyu Mountain.

"I found it, it's really here." Shenlun was filled with surprise. A piece of his fragment was imprisoned in the deepest place of the Holy Mausoleum, which was full of darkness and filthy thoughts. No wonder he could not detect the specific location of the Shenlun fragment.

People release fluctuations in their mind power when praying. Due to different wishes from their original heart, a large number of negative mind power will be generated. These negative mind powers are very domineering. If combined with negative energy, monsters of abnormal behavior will inevitably be born.

In the process of transforming the mind power, Shengling actually acts as a decomposition device. Bai Yushan receives and divides the mind power into two forms: positive and negative. Positive mind power is loaded on the bodies of the faculty to nurture the Holy Spirit, but no one knows where the negative mind power is going for a long time. Today, the truth is finally revealed. It turns out that negative mind power is trapped in the destruction fragments.

"What a vicious method, if the fragments of the deity are in a hundred years, they will be filthy and completely fall." The Blade of Destruction was furious, and Lin Xisuo was also furious when infected.

"Crack, Crack, Crack..."

There was a sound of shocking sound in the earlobe, and the colorful agate snails slashed out the light of the blade. Lin Xisuo forced the Holy Mausoleum into two parts, stirring up the negative thoughts of trapping the destruction fragments, and a pleasant buzzing sound was made under the Holy Mausoleum.
Chapter completed!