The essence and blood of the Crimson Flame Phoenix are in the treasure vault!
Did the Little Turtle sense something?
That's impossible. The treasure vault has an isolation array; the Little Turtle couldn't possibly detect it.
Besides, if it could detect it, the Little Turtle would have noticed it long ago; why did it only discover it now?
Could it be that...
At that moment, a thought arose in the Pope's mind that he himself could hardly believe.
Has something happened at the treasure vault?
The reason he himself couldn't believe it was because not only was there an isolation formation there, but he had also sent experts to guard the entrance, and there were patrol teams nearby.
Moreover, this is the headquarters of their Church of Justice; who has the ability to break in?
Of course, that doesn't mean absolutely no one can break in.
For example, Yan Tianyang.
It's simply impossible.
Currently, the main gate of the Heaven-Reaching Tower is very unstable. As the pillar of the human race, Yan Tianyang must keep a close watch on it at all times and has no time to spare.
And then there's that half-crippled Li Ergou.
Saying someone is only partially disabled is already being lenient with them.
In the Pope's view, the Crazy Old Man had damaged Dao Source so severely and thoroughly that there was basically no way to save him.
Unless there is an extraordinary opportunity, let alone regaining their strength, they probably won't even live for a few years.
A myriad of thoughts, yet all vanished in an instant.
"It smells just like Little Bird!"
The Little Turtle had only darted a short distance when the Pope blocked its path.
This action immediately made it furious.
"Damn it, I'm asking you, did you imprison the Little Bird?!"
"What are you saying? The Crimson Flame Phoenix is the guardian Divine Beast of my sect. How could I possibly imprison it? I'd rather worship it than keep it in my possession," the Pope said.
"Bullshit! Bullshit!"
The Little Turtle spat all over the Pope's face. Yes, even from a distance, it still splashed all over the Pope's face.
"If you're really going to enshrine it, tell me the hell, what's with that drop of essence blood?! Don't tell me you don't know, I'm telling you, I know everything. That beast tide that broke out at Fortress No. 31, that was all your doing, you bastard!"
The Pope wiped the saliva off his face; it smelled fishy and there were big clumps of it.
It was so disgusting that it made my stomach churn.
But it also felt so familiar to him.
Looking back, when he was by the side of the Holy Lord, the Holy Lord disliked the Little Turtle's slovenly behavior and would often toss the Little Turtle to him.
Don't be fooled by how obsequious the Little Turtle is in front of the Holy Lord; once it's out of his sight, it takes the word "uncivilized" to the extreme.
Putting aside everything else, his snot and saliva are a daily occurrence.
The thought of this filled him with rage, and the usual calm and collected smile on his face vanished completely.
"Since you're so eager to see the Crimson Flame Phoenix, then you may stay."
The Little Turtle could tell that the Pope intended to kill it.
"Oh!"
He spat a mouthful of phlegm in the Pope's face, covering it completely.
"You dare to plot against me? Who do you think you are? You've been the Pope for decades, and you really think you're the boss here? Bah! You're nothing more than a monkey taking over when the tiger's away. You're not even as good as a monkey. You're just a Niuwa who's been neglected by his father and beaten by his stepmother. If my master hadn't taken pity on you and taken you away back then, you'd probably have been beaten to death by your stepmother long ago!"
Click click click!
The Pope's clenched fists cracked incessantly, and his expression grew increasingly gloomy.
The next second, his aura suddenly surged, and a chilling pressure exploded out, causing the Little Turtle to feel a tightness in its heart and experience the threat of death.
How could that be?
The Little Turtle stared wide-eyed at the Pope, its mind reeling with a storm of emotions.
"You—you—you—how—how could your strength have increased so dramatically?! How—how did you do that?!"
The Pope sneered, "You want to know? I can tell you, but only on the condition that you submit to me and become my contracted beast."
"Go to hell! You piece of crap, don't you even look in the mirror? I've only ever had one master in my life, and you're not even worth a hair on my master's foot! You think you're worthy of me being your contracted beast?"
As the Little Turtle spoke, it gave the Pope the middle finger, its eyes filled with utter contempt.
The Pope's eyes were cold, revealing a murderous intent within.
"In that case, I have no choice but to send you to meet that person in the underworld for a reunion."
Without another word, the Pope acted decisively, each move a deadly strike.
The Little Turtle was forced to retreat repeatedly, terrified.
It knew that if things continued like this, it would be severely injured, if not killed.
Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, the best is to slip away.
But it had just clearly sensed the Little Bird's aura, so strong, even stronger than the aura emanating from the Big Black beside Jiang Fan, so--
It's definitely Little Bird!
If it leaves like this, I'm afraid it will be difficult to have the chance to come back again.
Moreover, the Pope's wolfish ambitions are quite obvious. He has already obtained the Little Bird's life essence. If this continues, I'm afraid the Little Bird's life will one day be lost to him.
With that thought in mind, the Little Turtle steeled its resolve and flew headlong toward the treasure vault.
However, just like before, he was stopped by the Pope again in just two or three seconds.
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave? I haven't even seen you off to your reunion with that person in the underworld yet."
The Pope has once again taken decisive action.
The scene changes.
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Upon hearing the system notification, Jiang Fan decisively stuffed everything in the treasure vault into it.
The commotion on Big Black's side had stopped, and Jiang Fan patted the dog's head.
"If there's only one drop left, can it be absorbed again?"
Big Black shook its head, conveying its thoughts that it had reached its limit.
Seeing this, Jiang Fan had no choice but to store the remaining drop of blood essence into his storage space.
They found it wouldn't fit.
Not a single drop can be squeezed in.
"Full again?"
Jiang Fan was extremely worried. What if they found another treasure vault later?
He wanted to save some points to improve his strength.
Despite his thoughts, if he were to find another treasure vault, he would definitely use it to expand his storage space.
After all, such a good opportunity is extremely rare, perhaps only once in a lifetime.
As for points, we can wait until he leaves and go to the Outer Wilderness Zone to wreak havoc.
Or else, go and slaughter them one by one at each of the other doors.
Open the system panel again.
Points: 1,125,356
Qi and Blood: 22698N (+)
Psychic Power: 1908816P(+)
Lottery: 100 points per draw
Mall Exchange
Qi and Blood Fruit = 1000 points
Psychic Fruit = 1,000,000 points
Contract Beast: Big Black (2/3)
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Earth-Splitting Rhinoceros (2 Four Star, 10 Three Star )
Soul Power: 142E(+)
Soul Threshold: No upper limit
Survival trump card: Unlocked
Points binding target x2
Storage space: 150 cubic meters (+)