Versatile Mage: I was reborn as Mo Fan

"You only have one minute to consider. Drop your blood on it, and you will be the supreme pope!" Temple Mother Pamishi reminded Ye Xinxia.

The decision made in this minute may drastically change the trajectory of the world!

However, Ye Xinxia did not hesitate at all and slowly put the ring on her index finger. There seemed to be a tiny fang inside the ring, which cut her finger when Ye Xinxia put it completely through the knuckle.

Blood then overflowed from the ring, but was quickly absorbed by this special ring.

The transparent ring gradually changed, and the inside was slowly filled with Ye Xinxia's blood, which slowly spread to the entire ring's bloodstone, becoming extremely bright! !
At the same time, a mark hidden by the forget bug also appeared on Ye Xinxia's forehead. At first, it looked like blood spreading, and soon it turned into a blood forehead mark.

The Pope's forehead wrinkles went from clear to blurry, then slowly faded away, and finally seemed to be branded into Ye Xinxia's soul, never to be washed away for eternity!

"Only your soul will be destroyed, otherwise the papal forehead lines will never disappear. Ye Xinxia, ​​from now on you are the supreme Pope of the Black Church, ruling over the seven cardinals and seven extradition chiefs. All the believers under the cardinals and the extradition chiefs will completely submit to you. As long as you give an order, they will clear all obstacles on your road to rule, even if it means rivers of blood!" Temple Mother Pamishi began to get excited.

When Ye Xinxia ascended to the throne of the goddess, she did not see the Temple Mother showing such a fanatical expression. It can be seen that the Temple Mother has suppressed the identity of the Pope in her heart for too long. Finally, there is such a day when she can release her true self, and as a ruler! !

Its daybreak.

The palace mother Pami Shi almost forgot about the time. She glanced out the window. A few rays of sunlight fell from the upper window and fell on her slightly old cheeks.

She couldn't help but touch her white hair, but she still tried her best to smile to welcome the new "beauty".

What a beautiful day. In the past few decades, the morning light has always had a somewhat "stale" flavor. The morning light has always been so boring. Only today is completely different, with temperature, color, and expected changes, and the following Every day makes that difference!
"Go, it's the first day of your worship, and Salan has done us a big favor. On this day, countless people will come to worship our Shenyin Mountain. Of course, you will also meet believers who are far more devout than those believers. They are already on the mountain. There are several cardinals and extradition chiefs. You should meet them." said the Temple Mother Pamishi.

"Well, time flies so fast, I also need to prepare." Ye Xinxia nodded.

Facing the morning light, Ye Xinxia, ​​dressed in a long skirt, walked out of the Mother Pavilion.

After walking across the wooden bridge, there are winding mountain roads under the high mountains. Looking down from here, you can already see an endless stream of people. They are climbing up the Shenyin Mountain step by step. The long queue of people can't be seen at all. Not to the end.

When people have enough food, clothing and comfort, it is easy to ignore the power of faith. After experiencing a crisis, the glory of the Parthenon has been implanted in the hearts of every Athenian citizen.

This is probably the ambition of the palace mother.

But does the Temple Mother lean towards the Parthenon or the Black Church?

As the Parthenon is declining, she needs the Black Church so that people can remember the Parthenon thoroughly.

And the moment he became the Pope, the light emanating from the eyes of the Temple Mother was completely consistent with the madness of the Black Church!
Perhaps after so long, the Palace Mother herself could no longer tell the difference.

Will I be like this in the future?
In praise of the mountain during this flower festival, the mountains and forests are like a paint palette that the Creator accidentally knocked over when passing by, unintentionally rendering a layered and colorful painting.

The softness of the style and the unique fragrance are the most essential scents of the most famous spices in Europe. Ladies from many countries spend a lot of money on the fragrance elements picked from the Goddess Peak.

The morning light is gentle, shining on the glass sculptures that can be seen everywhere on the Praise Mountain, reflecting the holy light. It is obviously a quiet mountain, but it is full of fascinating light...

There is an endless stream of people.

Mount Lizan is the end point, and it is only on this day that the Parthenon's Goddess Peak will be fully open to people. The long and winding stairs, as well as some majestic plank roads and cliff suspension bridges are all crowded with people, who are eager to enter the Mount of Lizan. The mountain came into the sight of the new goddess, but she was extremely disciplined and did not dare to destroy any plant or tree on the sacred mountain of the Parthenon.

The long road, the pious crowd, and occasionally you can see some graceful waitresses and female sages. They use the rain and dew of olive branches to bless a climber at the mountain pavilion. Everyone who is blessed by the rain and dew is like Children shouted excitedly. For them, it was a worthwhile trip to get the blessings of the maid and the sage!
But in fact, these people are not the main audience today.

Instead, those who have exclusive positions are the ones who need attention today.

Of course, there are actually gaps in some exclusive positions.

Because those people really can't come here
"The goddess has arrived!"

I don't know which female sage spoke, and for a moment the people on the ceremony mountain platform who were chatting and discussing fell silent, and everyone's eyes fell on the palace of Praise Mountain.

The first thing that caught my eye was the night-black hair...

Each strand of hair was braided like a unique inflorescence. As they fell on the snow-white shoulders as smoothly as silk, they rubbed against each other in rhythm with the solemn and noble steps...

The tail of Jieyun's skirt slowly dragged on the carpet covered with olive flowers. The spirit of the wind lingered beside this soft and slender figure, dancing with the leaf petals...

A pair of eyes is better than all the breathtaking scenery of Santorini. If you carefully experience the emotions hidden in those eyes, you will feel the endless tenderness of the owner of these eyes...

It has to be admitted that the newly elected goddess's image and temperament perfectly fit the heritage of the Parthenon.

It’s not that she has a majestic appearance that captivates the country, but that she vividly displays the softness and beauty of women, like a poem whose meaning can never be understood. What attracts people is not only the gorgeous words, but also the beauty of women. And her soul, all blended with that beautiful poetry.

The Saintess and the Goddess are obviously only separated by one position, but in people's eyes, the young Goddess candidate has undergone a radical change. It is not known whether it is a psychological effect or the baptism of the soul.

Ye Xinxia is completely different from the past. Even the smile on her face is no longer as pure as before. It is more like a courtesy. There are more meanings in the smile, which is unpredictable.
(End of this chapter)