Chapter 798 The Holy Spirit

In the Boya Great World, ten years passed in a blink of an eye. In this year, the last flood king among the twelve kings of natural disasters was born. When he was born, he manifested the posture of a god and demon, and transformed into a giant black-scaled python, corroding the sky into a huge... Hollow, causing endless floods to pour into the Boya Great World, trying to submerge the whole world.

Afterwards, although many true gods from the temples of the gods took action to prevent him from setting off a flood to submerge the world, and filled the void in the sky with great power, since then, the natural environment of Boya Great World has undergone extreme changes again. The King's actions caused the Boya World as a whole to fall into a drought that lasted for decades, but now there are continuous heavy rains and frequent floods all over the world, and it has gone to another extreme.

And in this process of alternating droughts and floods and extreme changes in the world environment, other kings of natural disasters have also taken action, especially the king of plagues who has been hunted down by many true gods and has been hiding for a long time. Opportunities spread plagues all over the world and created black terror. For a while, the human race in the Boya Great World seemed more and more precarious.

The extreme north, this is the extreme end of the Boya Great World, covered by ice and snow all year round, with no living beings, not to mention ordinary life, even ordinary extraordinary life cannot survive in such an extreme environment, if you approach it rashly, you can only become an ice sculpture A fate.

Creaking, the sound of snow being squeezed, a group of people wearing thin clothes, coarse linen and barefoot set foot on this piece of eternal frozen soil between the wind and snow. There are 120 of them in total. An ascetic monk affiliated with the Doomsday Church.

Shrouded in the extreme cold, the extraordinary power fell into a state of stagnation. Against the biting cold wind, measuring the earth with their feet, a group of people walked towards the depths of the extreme north.

Crossing the trough and over the mountain, their number has been reduced from 120 to 12 in the process. In fact, they did not encounter unexpected dangers during this process, even the frost giants that might appear as expected The legendary creatures such as the ice dragon and the ice dragon did not show the slightest trace, and all the dead people were frozen to death.

This piece of permafrost is under extreme daylight. Whenever they stop to rest, they may not be able to sleep. Some people even squinted their eyes because of sleepiness while walking and fell into a deep sleep. This is the cruelty that belongs to this land.

"Archbishop, how far do we have to go?"

The crystal snowflakes are falling, and the cold wind is still howling. I watched helplessly as my companions couldn’t sleep one by one. When the extraordinary power fell into silence, and I could only measure the earth with an ordinary body and could not see the slightest hope. After experiencing many tribulations, ascetic monks who are sincere in their beliefs inevitably have their beliefs shaken.

"Soon."

Without looking back and without stopping, the old man known as the archbishop walked very hard, but he was very firm.

"archbishop,

Will we actually meet the Ice Lord? "

After an unknown amount of time, another suspicious voice sounded, and at this time there were only 5 members left in the original 12-member team.

"certainly."

Concise and concise, even if the front has been covered by wind and snow, making it impossible to tell the direction at all, the archbishop's eyes are still as firm as before, without any wavering.

Wind and snow intertwined. Under the leadership of the Archbishop, the remaining five ascetics of the Doomsday Church continued to move forward. Although the sky was as bright as day at this time, they could not see their way forward.

At some point, the other four ascetic monks in the team were engulfed by the wind and snow, leaving only the archbishop to move forward alone.

"Can I really meet the Ice Calamity King?"

Walking to the top of a lonely mountain, looking at the abyss in front of him, the archbishop couldn't help but have such thoughts in his heart, because there was no way ahead.

And the moment this thought arose, white frost spread upward from the soles of the archbishop's feet, freezing his already numb body.

"No, the king of natural disasters is the only true god, and he is everywhere. All these tribulations are just tests."

The wavering in his heart was cut off, and the archbishop's originally clear mind wiped away the last trace of impurities at this moment, and a layer of sacred brilliance sprouted, pure and sincere, without a single trace of filth.

Covered in frost, the archbishop, like the 119 people before him, also became a part of this eternal frozen land. He died, under the cold of the extreme north, but in the next instant, the archbishop's soul passed from him. came out of his physical body.

The cold wind, frost and snow cannot be added to the body, abandoning his physical body, standing on the frozen ground with the attitude of the soul, the archbishop felt a kind of relief that was unique before, and he became an extremely rare holy spirit. At this moment, The cold that can freeze the soul of others on this frozen ground can no longer hinder his steps.

Taking one step forward, his heart became firmer than ever before, and an icy trail spontaneously spread out under the archbishop's feet, allowing him to easily pass through the abyss.

The coldness in the extreme north is only the appearance, and the despair in the heart is the real fatal factor. As long as there is any shake in the heart, the coldness here will be hard to resist. It will freeze your soul and body from the inside out. It is also difficult for the seventh-order great existence to be completely exempted.

It is precisely because of this that the extreme north will truly become a forbidden area for life. Even legendary creatures such as ice dragons and frost giants who inherit the wind and snow will not really live in the extreme north. Some resources are still on the periphery, but the Holy Spirit is different. Their hearts are sincere and pure, and they are related to their gods, and their thoughts will be firmer than ever.

His figure was engulfed by the wind and snow, and in a trance, the archbishop who had achieved the Holy Spirit came to the depths of the extreme north, and a large iceberg came into his eyes.

"My lord."

Looking up at the big iceberg, looking at the bird-faced human body with wings on its back and a green snake wrapped around its body, with its eyes closed, like the shadow of a sleeping god and demon, the archbishop couldn't hide his inner excitement, and fell to his knees.

"My lord, you are the only true god. The tricks of the despicable ones are only temporary obstacles. They will eventually fall into the abyss and kneel under your divine throne."

Knowing the state of the Ice Calamity King at this time, the archbishop's eyes burned with fiery flames.

"My lord, you are the ruler of natural disasters. You will eventually judge this world, wash away all filth, and create an ideal country."

The heart was stirred, and a pure and pure holy fire was born in the depths of the archbishop's heart, and quickly spread outward, and he ignited himself.

The holy fire rises wantonly, even if the essence of life is burning, the archbishop is fearless, under the support of the holy fire, he is like a holy man.

At the same time, with him as the anchor point, the power of faith gathered in the dark, rushing like the sea, seemingly without end.

"King of natural disasters, you are the only true god."

"King of natural disasters, please judge this sinner."

"King of natural disasters, I want to continue to live."

Natural disasters raged and people's minds changed. Taking this opportunity, the Doomsday Church spread its teachings in the name of natural disasters and gathered a large number of beliefs. Now these beliefs have gathered around the archbishop.

Faith is like oil, the original blazing holy fire became more publicized, engulfing the entire iceberg in an instant, and in the process, the seal left by the eighth-level Lord God, the Lord of the Sky, also loosened. I have to say that faith is a kind of magic The power of a person can often turn the impossible into possible.

Using himself as the wick, burning everything, and feeling such a change, a joyful smile appeared on the illusory spiritual body of the Archbishop.