Chapter 183 1914

In St. Paul's Cathedral in London.

Bishop York, who might have to beg if not for the church's support, and priests such as Milo in other places also knew about the death of His Majesty George II.

Hearing this news, Bishop York was stunned.

He still remembered the evaluation he made with a smile more than 30 years ago, and the words he said at that time still echoed in his ears vaguely.

"The previous prophecy was indeed a coincidence! How could this witch be a prophet like Muhammad and Jesus the Savior?"

"Sure enough, when she couldn't predict and couldn't say anything, this witch could only talk nonsense!"

Bishop York was absent-minded, "It turns out that she didn't talk nonsense, it was really a prophecy?"

"That person, is he really a prophet, a great prophet like Jesus the Savior?"

Thinking about it, he laughed at himself, "Yes, that person is called the God of the Sun, Yaen, some prophecies, how could he not predict them?"

Thinking about it, his heart was full of remorse.

If he hadn't offended that person, he wouldn't have fallen to this point!

After so many years, he is no longer a bishop, but just an ordinary old man in the church who is supported.

He is still good, and other monks, nuns and priests who have experienced the previous things are worse than him.

Bishop York looked dazed.

In fact, not only them, but even the powerful church began to weaken as they were cursed.

If it weren't for the effects of the cross and other holy objects themselves, they could still rely on them to physically exorcise demons.

The church might be destroyed by those evil creatures, and even the order could not be maintained.

In addition to the weakening of the church, there is also a new heretical church in recent years.

Some people who believe in the sun god Ion formed the Sun God Church.

Fortunately, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. With the suppression of the church, this Sun God Church has always been just a small and niche church.

Considering the existence of that person, they can only turn a blind eye. As long as it is maintained at a level that does not threaten them, they are too lazy to care.

At the same time, on the other side.

Listening to the news that has been spread, on the street

Father Milo, with his hair disheveled and looking like a madman, laughed loudly, "Hahaha, God, forgive me!"

He ran, and the people on both sides of the street were so scared that they quickly avoided him and pointed at him.

He was no longer a priest, and even converted to that person, wanting that person to take back his terrible curse.

It's a pity that that person never had mercy on him.

While the outside world was talking about it.

……

In the witch forest next to the town of Tewen.

Su Xing, with waist-length blonde hair, extremely handsome face, and wearing golden and black clothes, was sitting cross-legged in the wooden house with his eyes closed.

Because Gwennie and the other two treated him cautiously and seemed to be a little afraid of him, he moved away after he was five years old and came to live in the witch forest.

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 perception, the Sumeru mustard seed space of the witch's golden elixir had reached a level of nearly ten meters.

The inside was filled with brilliant golden energy mist, and the energy of the surrounding space barriers condensed into a solid state.

In the center of the space, there was a sleeping angel with golden light all over his body, 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 gold.

Faintly, this sun angel continued to emit the power of faith towards him.

Su Xing felt that this angel seemed to be distorted by his power and became his believer.

Shaking his head, he did not continue to observe this angel, and his attention was 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 expectations.

He had perfected the sixth level a long time ago, and he had been deducing how to break through the seventh level during this period.

According to the cultivation realm of the immortal world, he should continue to break through to the fusion period.

However, since the beginning of the refining of the void, his realm has become abnormal, and the general breakthrough method is not working at all.

After a long period of research, he finally deduced a way to break through the seventh level!

The spiritual will is combined with the witch space in the body and becomes the space will!

The next second, Su Xing closed his eyes and immediately broke through according to the deduction method.

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 obstacles.

A correct version in the 16-9 book forum!

Time passed slowly.

I don’t know how long it has passed, Su Xing only felt that he had merged with the witch space in his body.

It was as if he was the witch space, and the witch space was him, and he could affect and perceive everything in the witch space at any time.

At this moment, boom!

The witch space broke through ten meters and expanded.

Eleven meters...

Nineteen meters...

When it was close to twenty meters, this expansion stopped.

Seventh stage, first section!

Feeling everything in his body, Su Xing was thoughtful and murmured, "If it reaches the seventh level of perfection, the witch space should be able to expand to ninety-nine meters..."

He felt a little small.

However, this is just the starting stage. As the rank continues to improve, the witch space will definitely become larger and larger!

Su Xing thought expectantly.

At the same time, although he was only at the first level of the seventh level at the moment, he felt that even without relying on the blood of the Sun·Pseudo·Source of Magic witch, he might be able to fight across levels!

If he added the blessing of the blood of the Sun·Pseudo·Source of Magic witch, he couldn't imagine how strong he would be!

Thinking about it, a chill appeared in his eyes, and he thought of the Lin family and the black fog ruins in the interstellar era.

When he returned, he would take the initiative and go directly to the door to destroy them before the so-called Lin family found him!

As for the black fog ruins, he was not sure whether he could destroy that place with his current strength.

For a long while, he didn't think about it anymore, shook his head, and while deducing the eighth-level witch training method, he closed his eyes again and fell into training.

...

Time passed slowly, and soon in a blink of an eye, more than 150 years had passed.

1914.

Newton, Bishop of York, Father Milo and others, who had witnessed the coming of angels and the miracles of the sun god Ion, died one by one.

Generation after generation of young people were born.

As time passed, the news about the sun god Ion became less and less, and became part of history.

One by one, the records were destroyed over time, and only places like the British royal family still kept the records of the events of the year intact.

However, after such a long time, even if there are still records, these records are just cold and dusty in the library, and few people see them.

Occasionally, one or two royal nobles saw it, but they only regarded it as a myth and did not believe it.