Fairy: What do you call borrowing power?Is this unknown?

But then immediately yelled.

"Get out of here, His Holiness the Pope is here!"

"pope?"

But... to Xiaoxiao's surprise, it was Luo Xingchen who heard this word.

Looking around for a while, his brows frowned slightly.

"Here... only you alone?"

"What?" Xiaoxiao's eyes widened instantly.

Looking around.

"Eh? How could this be..."

"Just now... His Majesty the Pope is here..." Xiaoxiao said in disbelief.

"Also, what you are holding is the godhead!"

Seemingly noticing the mysterious stone in Xiaoxiao's hand, Luo Xingchen asked.

Then he stretched out his palm: "Give me the godhead, and I will take you out of here."

Looking at the godhead in her hand, Xiaoxiao was stunned.

"Wait a minute...what the hell is...what's going on?"

"I……"

"You must not hand over the godhead to him!" Suddenly, the pope's voice resounded again.

Xiaoxiao froze in place.

As if aware of something, Xiaoxiao turned her head in disbelief.

He looked at the mirror walls around him.

In the mirror that was supposed to reflect his own body, the appearance of the white-haired Pope was clearly engraved.

In an instant!

Memories of the past kept flooding Xiaoxiao's mind.

Made her cover her head involuntarily...

His eyes widened instantly,

It started from the moment I was chosen by the gods ten years ago.

His life began to change.

She began to ascend the legendary pope,

And endowed the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse with the power of God.

There was even a war with the Aoyu Empire.

And under her leadership, the white church finally won.

Gained a great deal of autonomy.

has continued until now,

Order someone to bring back the godhead from Ishgar.

Order to begin preparations for the recovery ceremony.

He even ordered...to let the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse bury their friends...completely here...

"How...impossible...impossible..."

Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, she covered her head, and took a few steps back in horror.

His bloodshot eyes fixed on the Pope's reflection in the mirror.

"Your Majesty the Pope...it's actually me?!" Xiaoxiao said such a conclusion in disbelief.

"Did you just find out now? Xiaoxiao!"

The Pope in the reflection spoke softly.

"You and I..." The reflection of the pope gradually changed, becoming Xiaoxiao's face.

Muttered: "It's always the same person!"

"Ah... ah... how could such a thing happen..." Xiaoxiao's pupils were trembling constantly.

He clasped his painful head with both hands.

Xiaoxiao's face turned ferocious like never before:

"Impossible...I actually...wanted to kill my friend..."

"Ah...ah...ah!!!"

A hysterical scream came from Xiaoxiao's mouth.

That petite body was even trembling violently.

"Xiaoxiao! What's wrong with you?" Luo Xingchen, who was watching this scene, shouted in confusion.

"2.2 ah... ah..." He covered his head in pain.

Xiaoxiao roared continuously.

In my mind, that strange voice is still resounding continuously...

[Don't struggle, since I chose you ten years ago, this is your destiny! 】

In the right eye, strange patterns began to emerge continuously, occupying the pupil that was once covered by the eyepatch.

Xiaoxiao's consciousness also began to continuously fall into silence...

The trembling of the body gradually stopped.

The hysterical shout gradually weakened until it disappeared.

"Xiaoxiao?" For some reason, Luo Xingchen always felt that... the Xiaoxiao in front of him gave off a different impression.

She is no longer that simple middle school girl.

It's... a sense of... profundity that I've never felt before.

"Ah!"

Xiaoxiao smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, and turned her head abruptly.

The right eye occupied by the strange pattern stared at Luo Xingchen.

Without any hesitation, he directly raised his palm.

hum...

The terrifying magic power slanted out!

boom------! ! ! .

Chapter 390 The Sixth White Goddess, and the Dark Shadow

A violent explosion resounded through the hall.

The moment the explosion occurred, Luo Xingchen immediately crossed his arms and stood in front of him.

The terrifying impact even knocked Luo Xingchen back several meters away.

The feet made long trails on the ground.

He raised his head abruptly, and waved his hand to disperse the smoke from the explosion in front of him.

Luo Xingchen looked at 'Xiaoxiao' standing on the high platform

Frowning tightly, she said, "Xiaoxiao? No... who the hell are you?!"

He heard Luo Xingchen's inquiry.

'Xiaoxiao' raised the corners of her lips slightly.

"Who the hell? That's a good question." She said slowly.

Staring at Luo Xingchen in front of her, 'Xiaoxiao' frowned frivolously, and said:

"For now, I am Xiaoxiao, but if you ask who I am..."

Speaking of this, 'Xiaoxiao' paused, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became more and more rampant.

"You humans call me—White Heavenly Maiden!"

"White Goddess Gran!"

"Since ten years ago, when that brat Xiaoxiao was in the maiden selection ceremony, she has been lurking in Xiaoxiao's body...God!"

"God?!" Luo Xingchen's pupils shrank slightly.

"Hehe, that's right! The legendary god!" Gran opened his hands excitedly.

The terrifying magic power was unleashed wantonly.

The substantive magic power aroused a violent gust of wind, and began to rage wildly in the entire hall.

Against the constantly raging magic storm, Luo Xingchen asked in a deep voice:

"Lucking in Xiaoxiao's body? What is the resurrection ceremony? Isn't it what those guys said, using 21 Xiaoxiao as a container to let you descend?"

"Or, what is your purpose?"

"Hehe, those fools fooled around casually, and they believed it. Are they worthy of being stupid human beings?" Gran smiled lightly.

"To be precise, it was indeed for me to descend. After all... the current me is just a remnant soul." Gran shook his head lightly.

"However, the container is not this girl. After all, her body is too weak."

"Ten years ago, I had just awakened a sliver of consciousness. In order to keep my consciousness clear, I had to choose the person who was closest to the statue, that is, Xiaoxiao who was performing the priestess ceremony at that time."