As a sacrifice to the God of Light, it is natural to choose the best.

There is a large orchard behind the Temple of Light, and all the delicious fruits that can be found on this continent will be transplanted here, and there are special plant mages to take care of them. Every two weeks, they would regularly pick the best and sweetest fruits and put them in the ice blue for the maids of the temple to choose.

Seeing the priest coming in person, the two plant mages were taken aback and hurriedly bowed down to salute.

"I want the freshest fruit, preferably the one that was picked just a second ago." The young man seemed very arrogant and indifferent when dealing with people other than God the Father.

However, all the priests of light were like this. The two plant mages did not feel slighted, and they quickly picked out a few baskets of fruit and placed them in front of him.

Zhou Yun Sheng bent down to look through them, tasted a few, and made sure they tasted good before putting them in the basket he brought. He returned to the temple, washed the fruit with the water in the holy pond, drained it and put it aside for later use, and then prepared to make vegetarian cakes.

"Master Priest, pour buckwheat flour and water into a clay pot and knead it into a dough, then twist out a ball the size of an egg and pat it into a circle." The maid was afraid that he would not be able to do it, so she mixed the flour and patted it. One, placed on a tray for demonstration.

Zhou Yun Sheng glared at the maid with an incredible look. Is this the so-called vegetarian bread offered to God the Father? No seasoning, no resting, no styling, no fumigation, just wait for the drying to dry into a dough that is harder than a stone before offering it up? This is simply blasphemy against God the Father!

The soul of the brain-damaged soul freed him from his anger. He pushed the maid aside, called out all the cooking skills in his mind, poured flour and water in an extremely precise proportion, and covered the power of light in the palm of his hand. Little by little, knead the dough fine and soft.

"Master Priest, why do you waste the power of light!" The maid felt extremely painful when she saw the golden light emerging from his palm. Today, when the power of light is becoming rarer and rarer, it is often necessary to devote the power of a country to cultivate a powerful priest of light, but the priest of light will never use the power in the body unless it is absolutely necessary, because they use a little less, and then It takes a long period of prayer to accumulate, and some even take ten or twenty years.

People like Priest Joshua, who even used the power of light to mix face, simply lost their minds.

Zhou Yun Sheng's brain was indeed broken. Just as he hypnotizes himself every day, he loves God the Father madly, so passionately, that he loses himself and shatters his bones, and he can't stand the slightest neglect of God the Father by others.

They dared to enshrine this kind of vegetarian cake that even pigs were unwilling to eat, which was simply unbearable to him.

He vowed that he must make the most delicious and delicate vegetarian cakes in the world and offer them to the Father, so he said coldly, "What is wasting the power of light? All my power is bestowed by the Father, and naturally I should repay the Father wholeheartedly. God’s grace. From now on, you don’t have to prepare sacrifices for God the Father, this is my job.”

Seeing his cold expression, the maid knew that he was angry, so she retreated to the corner in fear.

Zhou Yun Sheng has gone through so many reincarnations, so trivial things like cooking are of course no problem. He loves to eat, and is very picky about his taste, so he has developed an extraordinary cooking skill.

In the process of waking up the noodles, he didn't sit idle. He chose several kinds of fruits and beans, which should be mixed into mud, and the juice should be squeezed. He felt that the white dough was a little monotonous, so he mixed the yellow and red with the juice. , purple and other dough for use.

His movements were skillful and graceful, as if he had done it a thousand times, causing the two maids to look dumbfounded.

The dough was all awake. He filled it with fillings and kneaded it into various shapes, including flowers, birds, fish, and various small animals. They looked cute when they were neatly stacked on the tray. Extremely.

After kneading the vegetarian cake, there was still a little white dough left. He lowered his eyes to think for a moment, but he didn't know what to think, and his cheeks flushed. He put the dough in the palm of his hand, kneaded it little by little so that he knelt on the ground with his hands folded, and placed it in the center of the tray.

The expressions of the two maids went from dumbfounded to admiration to speechlessness. They can see that the priest's attachment to the God of Light has reached the point of going crazy.

The God of Light above Nine Heavens has been staring at the busy young man, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth is getting deeper and deeper. Watching the young man prepare sacrifices for himself with his own hands, his cold and hard heart became as soft as dough, and a faint sweetness flowed in his heart.

Zhou Yun Sheng washed his hands and took the tray to steam them. While waiting, he went to the garden to pick flowers for God the Father.

According to the singing of the bard, the white rose is the favorite flower of the God of Light. The flower language of this flower is respect, loftiness, and purity, and it really matches God the Father very well. With a happy smile on his face, Zhou Yun Sheng stood on tiptoe to climb the most beautiful flower.

"Master Priest, roses have thorns, you should use scissors."

It's a pity that the maid's reminder was a little late. Zhou Yun Sheng frowned and retracted his stinging finger. A drop of bright red blood slowly overflowed from the round and lovely finger, which was very eye-catching.

Two maids hurried forward to help him bandage.

"It's just a minor injury, it's fine." He shook his head, put the injured fingertip into his mouth and sucked it. After a while, he took it out and looked again. The blood drop had disappeared.

The maids were apprehensive, and immediately took the scissors and told him not to touch the thorns again. The priests of light are the most important property of the empire, and even if only a drop of blood is shed, they cannot afford to pass it into the ears of the bishop.

Nine days above, the smile at the corner of Guangming God's mouth pursed into a straight line. When the boy left with the flower basket, he raised his fingertips, and a bunch of black rays of light penetrated the water mirror and fell on the one that opened a whole wall, or the pink one. , or yellow, red, or white, on the rose bushes that are particularly fragrant and fragrant.

In the blink of an eye, the blooming flowers withered, the green leaves withered, the flower stems fell down and stiffened, and finally turned into black powder puffs and fell to the ground.

When the passing attendants saw this scene, their eyes shone with fear and horror, and immediately ran towards the bishop's attic.

At the same time, Zhou Yun Sheng placed the carefully prepared sacrifices on the offering table one by one. He picked up the little noodle man and looked at it, his cheeks were flushed, and he looked a little shy, and then placed it in front of all the noodles.

"Father, please don't despise these humble offerings. If possible, I would like to dedicate all of my life to you, but this body is too small and humble, how can it be qualified for your pity. If you can Hearing my prayers, just give me a light glance from the nine heavens and I will be satisfied." He knelt down in front of the statue, folded his hands in a big salute, the shyness on his face was replaced by misery.

There are so many souls in the world that need to be saved, how could God the Father notice him? The so-called love of God the Father is just an extravagant hope that will never be realized.

Thinking of this, he frowned and wanted to cry again. He walked to the statue of God Father in small steps, hugged God Father's ankles and rubbed it, his expression seemed gloomy and unhappy.

The God of Light pressed his eyebrows, not knowing what to do with the little believer. He is so charming and cute, and at the same time sensitive and fragile. He thinks of himself so lowly, which makes him both angry and funny. Does he think that every priest of the light can receive the gift of the god of light when he prays?

The Pope, who rules over all the priests and temples, has been praying for thirty years before he gets a shred of his divine power. On the other hand, the little believer, if he was not afraid of the huge divine power breaking his body, he would like to pour all his love and nostalgia on him.

How could he think that his Father God did not love him?

The God of Light was very distressed. He stretched out his fingertips and lightly tapped the little believer's eyebrows, passing a golden light full of tenderness over.

Zhou Yun Sheng moaned as he was provoked by divine power. His frowning brows stretched, his pale cheeks flushed, his mood became cheerful and light, and he kissed the instep of the Father with a serene smile. When he finally broke free from the feeling of being loved, he found that the offerings on the offering table were all gone.

He was shocked, and immediately ran out to ask the two maids.

Above nine days, the God of Light smiled helplessly as he watched his back running away in a hurry, then picked up the little face and placed it in front of his eyes. The pasta has not cooled yet, and the white mist wafts in the air, bringing out a unique fragrance of buckwheat. Without tasting it, the God of Light could imagine how sweet the taste should be.

The little noodle man's fabrication was so vivid that it swelled a little because of the fumigation of the heat, but instead made the young man's image look very round and lovely. The God of Light stared at it for a long time, turning it gently, the heart seemed to be washed by the electric current, it was numb and itchy, and there was a soft feeling.

After watching it for more than ten minutes, he moved the little face man to his lips, kissed it carefully and gently, then looked at the angel standing by and asked, "Is he cute?"

Using 'he' instead of 'it', the divine envoy understood after a little pondering that this little face man was probably the image of a mortal that God the Father had been peeping at recently. And God Father's tone revealed a little pride and joy, like those nobles in the lower realm who show off their treasures.

This is no longer an ordinary interest, but a nostalgic love. The envoy froze in his heart, and quickly replied with a smile, "Very cute. My subordinates have never seen such a lovely young man, and I am afraid that none of the servants in the temple can compare with him."

The corner of the God of Light's slightly raised mouth pursed into a harsh straight line, and the dark golden eyes swept over coldly.

The envoy immediately knelt down and pleaded guilty, trying to think about what he had said wrong.

"How can those humble servants of the gods be compared with my dearest children." He walked away with the little face man in his arms, waved his sleeves, and gave the god messenger a silent spell.

The divine envoy did not have any resentment in his heart, but heaved a sigh of relief. There are many gods who angered the father and were burned to ashes, and he was extremely lucky to be able to save a life. It seems that God Father's love for the priest in the lower realm has exceeded his imagination, and he doesn't know how beautiful the other party is.

If this love continues, God the Father is afraid that he will give him the Godhead plundered from other gods. Those godheads are the treasures that every god envoy, and even every god servant, dream of.

Zhou Yun Sheng searched for a long time and couldn't find the sacrifice. He was annoyed when he saw the bishop, the vice bishop, and a line of warriors at the level of martial kings rushing to the main hall.

He immediately bent down to salute the two elders. The bishop didn't call him to his feet, but stared at him with an odd, slightly wary look.

The vice-bishop couldn't hold back, and made the first move, "Just now did the attendant report that the rose bushes you picked have been corroded and withered by demonic energy. As we all know, there must be monsters where there is demonic energy, and it may parasitize in any person's body. Including the priests of light. We are here to let you prove your innocence.”

Seeing that he is going to travel with the second prince, and if he does not deal with Joshua again, he will become an adult after two years and can inherit the position of bishop. Therefore, the vice bishop is very anxious, and immediately thinks of a poisonous plan after receiving the news.

Zhou Yun Sheng only short-circuited his mind when he was facing God the Father and matters related to it, but he was able to deal with others with ease, and asked calmly, "Then before I prove my innocence, I dare to ask the bishop and the vice bishop who may prove my own. Innocent? Monsters are very cunning, and their favorite thing to do is to lure other races to kill each other."

"We've all drank holy water." The bishop handed over a pure white porcelain bottle and said softly, "Son, drink it."

If it is parasitized by monsters, after drinking holy water, its host will experience severe pain and skin ulcers, and then poison the monsters and force them out of the body. It is a rare killer that can directly fight monsters. However, holy water needs to be cultivated with the purest power of light for a hundred years, so that it can change from transparent color to brilliant gold to take effect. It is a very precious treasure for the Holy See, where the priests of light are getting rarer and weaker and the power is getting weaker and weaker. .

The bishop only kept three bottles in total, which he planned to leave to the royal family, but now he has to use it. Priests of light are the key to ensuring an empire's victory in the war of darkness, especially since there are only three priests of light in the Sajaya Empire, which cannot withstand wear and tear.

Zhou Yun Sheng pursed his lips, and was about to reach out to pick up the porcelain bottle, but the bishop's attendant stumbled and fell on top of him, his arm smashed hard on the back of his hand, causing the porcelain bottle to fall and shatter, and the golden liquid seeped through the cracks in the floor Dirt, no longer to be found.

The attendant knelt down and pleaded guilty, but no one responded.

This is obviously premeditated, what do they want to do? Zhou Yun Sheng turned his head to look directly at the vice bishop, and the bishop quickly thought of a possibility, his face instantly paled.

"This is the last bottle of holy water. The monsters that can resist the power of light and parasitic in the body of the priest of light are all above the level of the emperor, even if I use the light spell with the bishop, I can't identify it. In order to prove your innocence , please go to the trial pool behind the main hall." The vice bishop said politely.

"No!" The bishop denied in a hoarse voice.

A thousand years ago, the trial pool could help the priest of light greatly increase the speed of cultivation. As long as they are soaked in the pool water, their bodies and souls will be tempered and become stronger. The priests of light a thousand years ago had the power to move mountains and reclaim the sea, and it is not at all comparable to the priests who can only hide behind mages and warriors and create a light barrier.

It stands to reason that the trial pool should be a training place that everyone flocks to, but don’t know from which day, any light priest who steps into the pool, as long as the soul is mixed with a little flaw or selfishness, will be burned by the magma-like pool water. into ashes.

In this world, apart from gods, there is no soul that does not contain impurities, and there is no one who does not have selfish thoughts in the bottom of his heart. The priests of light did not understand why God the Father became so harsh, but they had no choice but to give up the trial pool and pray instead.

The divine power that can be obtained by prayer is very weak, and it often takes decades of precipitation. This is the reason why the Priest of Light is getting weaker and weaker.

The vice bishop has turned so many corners, and the ultimate goal is to get rid of Joshua! When the bishop realized this, there was no other way. Protecting Joshua might spare the monster, and his sense of responsibility did not allow him to do that.

He waved his hand, as if taking back the word 'no' before, and after a moment of silence, he spoke with difficulty, "Joshua, my child, you must know that this is my duty as the bishop of the Sajaya Empire. I can't let it go. Any monster, even if it is parasitic in the king's body."

"I understand, as you wish." Zhou Yun Sheng bowed and saluted, then walked towards the depths of the hall with steady steps.

If he didn't get the energy of the B-rank world to temper his soul, he might still be worried, but now he doesn't take the so-called trial pool into his eyes at all. He knows that his soul is very pure and can resist the erosion of the pool water, and after deep hypnosis, apart from his crazy love for the God of Light, he does not have the slightest distraction.

His love for the God of Light makes him afraid even when he thinks of it.

He took off his shoes and robe, and walked slowly into the trial pool wearing only a thin silk tunic. The water in the pool is pure black, with bubbling bubbles, and it exudes an extremely cold chill. When unclean dirt is found, it will immediately boil and turn red like blood. Speaking of mortals, I am afraid that even gods can devour them.

The archdeacon's hand, which was hidden under the large robe, trembled slightly with excitement. As long as Joshua is dead, and there is no one else to choose from, he will surely be able to sit on the throne of the bishop and share the ruling power of the Sajaya Empire with the king. Since the illegitimate child was exposed, he has been thinking about killing Joshua all the time, and today he finally got his wish.

He seemed to see the bright road already unfolding before him.

Above the nine heavens, the God of Light stared at these mortals in the hall. His pupils turned dark gold for a while, and then pure black for a while, and the unparalleled divine power escaped uncontrollably, destroying the gorgeous throne. If it wasn't for the protection of the little believers immersed in the pool water, he would have lost his mind in anger.

The water in the so-called trial pool is actually demonic energy condensed into a liquid state. Demonic energy can search for the darkness hidden in people's hearts, and use it as a guide to extend the past, giving birth to monsters in the human body. To put it bluntly, monsters are not born from the dark abyss, but from the hearts of human beings.

The extreme darkness can give birth to light. The God of Light a thousand years ago did not have the evil tastes of today. He placed restrictions in the pool water to ensure that the demonic energy would only promote the power of the priests of light, and would not erode them. But suddenly one day, he was so tired of this world, he withdrew the ban and killed all the gods.

In hundreds of millions of years, the God of Light has never found a truly pure heart. He once took out the heart of the Goddess of Spring and soaked it in the pool water, and was surprised to find that within a second, the bright red heart turned black, and then turned into dirty soil.

He thought it was very funny at the time and smiled, but now he can't wait to destroy all the trial pools left in the Temple of Light. That way, his little followers wouldn't have been treated so sinisterly.

The little believer's soul is very pure, he can withstand the first wave of the pond water, but what's next? As long as there is the slightest distraction or fear in his heart, he will be hurt by extinction.

A ray of golden light accumulated on the fingertips of the God of Light, ready to wrap the little believer firmly. But before Jin Guang crossed over, he was stunned in surprise.

I saw that the body of the little believer radiated crystal clear white light from the inside to the outside, isolating the tumbling black water from the outside. That is the power that only the purest heart can have. What made his mind so clean and so focused? Is it because of your devotion to yourself?

The God of Light can't wait to get into the hearts of the little believers to take a look. This is not difficult for him, but he can't do it on the little believers. He didn't find it strange or even apprehensive. On the contrary, he was delighted by the uniqueness of the little believer. He was willing to guess his mind, which made his dead soul become joyful, excited, and irrepressible.

With one hand on his cheek, he stared at the boy with a smile, and when he saw him sitting down with his hands folded, he knew that he was praying to himself. It's a pity that he didn't recite those sweeter prayers than Hualu because of outsiders.

In the tumbling black water, he only showed a head and a pair of hands, looking so petite and pitiful. The God of Light wanted to wade into the pool and surround him with his tall and handsome body, giving him more and warmer power.

Thinking like this, he separated a ray of spiritual thought and formed an extremely gorgeous figure in the hall, and then walked to the little believer's side under the horrified eyes of everyone, and stroked his warm cheek.

The little believer was so immersed in prayer that he didn't open his eyes to look at himself, which made the God of Light feel very sorry. He wanted to continue stroking his platinum-blond hair, but he had to restrain himself because he was afraid of interrupting his prayers and the black water would invade.

Staying in the trial pool to cultivate without any restrictions, the power of light obtained is unimaginable for ordinary people, and more importantly, it can greatly purify the potential of the cultivator. The body of the priest of light is like a container, and the potential determines the amount of light power that the container can store.

Little believers are top-level qualifications, and they can continue to improve after being tempered by pool water. That is to say, in the future, he can inject more divine power into the body of the little believer without worrying about hurting him.

This is in line with the will of the God of Light, so he will never interrupt the cultivation of the little believer, no matter how much he longs to embrace him.

"Who are you? The Demon King of the Dark Abyss?" The bishop and the vice bishop questioned in horror, and at the same time began to sing the spell of the Holy Arrow of Light. The higher the level of the monster, the more beautiful its appearance, and the gorgeous appearance of the person who suddenly appeared in front of him has surpassed the limit of human imagination.

If he is really a monster, his rank must be higher than that of a saint.

The God of Light pressed his hand to his lips and made a silent gesture. At the same time, the bishop and the vice-bishop found that they had lost the ability to speak and could not sing incantations. What did they use to attack this monster. The two wanted to run out for help, but found that their bodies could not move.

What a terrifying ability to instantly restrain two bishop-level priests of light? Their eyes widened to the limit were full of despair.

Soon, however, they were no longer afraid, but even more disbelieving.

I saw the blond man quietly walk to Joshua's side, carefully depicting his delicate and delicate facial features through the void, then bowed his head and dropped a kiss between his eyebrows. His expression is so gentle, his eyes are so loving, as if he is watching his child, and as if he is watching his lover.

He looked and looked, kissed and kissed, and because he couldn't contain the joy in his heart, his body radiated golden spots of light.

The spot of light contained powerful divine power, and when it touched the bishop and the vice bishop, it burned through their skins, but it did not hurt Joshua in the slightest, but instead drilled into his body one after another.

Joshua slightly curled his lips and showed a comfortable expression, which made the blond man feel even more happy. He chuckled, his thick and sexy voice enough to make everyone go crazy for him.

He picked up a strand of Joshua's hair and wrapped it around his fingertips, quite fond of it. Seeing that Joshua's brows moved slightly, and there seemed to be signs of awakening, he remembered his other identity, and even timid. He's not as beautiful as Joshua imagined.

He let go of Joshua's hair and paced the hall anxiously. When he passed the five-meter-high statue, he saw the ordinary face of the middle-aged uncle of the so-called God of Light.

It's not him at all! As long as he thinks that Joshua pours out his love to it every day, but keeps calling his name, he can't wait to destroy this statue and the temple of the Sajaya Empire!

But the little believer was in the temple, and he was reluctant to hurt him, so he suppressed the anger in his heart, waved his sleeves, and turned it into a statue just like himself sitting on a gorgeous throne.

He walked back to the edge of the pool, pointed his fingertips at the vice bishop, took back all the power of light in his body, then bent down and kissed the little believer's forehead again, giving him a mouthful of pure divine power, which turned into a phantom slowly disappear