The manifested dragon king and the offerings, Ye Lingyue listened and looked at the temple in front of him.
There is something odd about this temple.
Ye Lingyue is also someone who has seen several temples.
So she still knows about the temple.
In the temple, there is a temple god.
The stronger the power of faith, the stronger the temple god.
Temple gods can fulfill the wishes of believers.
But there is no doubt that there are many believers in the temple in front of him.
One hundred Dragon King Halls, and the entire Wutian Kingdom are its followers.
However, the temple made Ye Lingyue feel very empty.
Ye Lingyue looked at the temple. There was no guardian beast at the entrance of the temple.
There is no fluctuation of the temple god.
No matter how you look at it, this temple doesn't look like a real temple.
However, the people here say that it is very effective.
Forget it, let's talk about the Dragon King's manifestation after the sacrifices are offered.
Ye Lingyue said in her heart.
There was a bang.
"The sacrifice is here."
A noise was heard from the crowd.
Ye Lingyue heard the movement and looked up.
I saw prison carts being pushed over.
What's in the prison van is...
Ye Lingyue was startled.
There are children in the prison van.
how come
Ye Lingyue was shocked.
Are these children sacrifices
There were about a hundred children who were sent here. There were boys and girls, and each of them was about seven or eight years old. They were all crying and looking for their parents.
"These are the sacrifices for the Dragon King?"
Ye Lingyue asked again.
But the woman beside her has already ignored Ye Lingyue.
She prostrated herself on the ground, kneeling devoutly, muttering something.
"Using living people to sacrifice, this Dragon King is not a real temple god at all."
Ye Lingyue said angrily.
The master of Yangquan hall said that the foundation of the survival of the hall god is the power of faith.
With so many believers, this so-called dragon king still needs sacrifices, it is not a temple god at all.
"What nonsense are you talking about! Of course the Dragon King is a god, if you talk nonsense again, you will be punished."
The woman beside her trembled in fright, and stared at Ye Lingyue fiercely.
"It's simply unreasonable. I want to see what the Dragon King is."
Ye Lingyue watched the prison cart being pushed into the Dragon King Hall.
She ignored the kneeling crowd and walked towards the Dragon King Hall.
At this time, the believers were kneeling and worshiping, and Ye Lingyue got mixed up behind a prison car and slipped into the Dragon King Temple.
There are many believers in this main hall of the Dragon King, and the temple itself is also very large.
Ye Lingyue was looking for the trace of the Dragon King, when she saw someone in the prison car calling her softly.
"Ling Yue, why did you come in here? Didn't you say that you were protecting those believers outside, and I sneaked in to kill the fake Dragon King?"
A pair of small hands stretched out from the prison car and patted Ye Lingyue.
Ye Lingyue was startled when she heard her name.
Taking a closer look, when Dai saw the people in the prison car clearly, his expression changed again.
"Xin Lin..."
There were hundreds of children who were sent in.
In the prison car in front of him stood two children, a boy and a girl.
The boy was crying for his mother, but the thin girl next to him blinked at Ye Lingyue.
"It's really you, Xin Lin, why are you here? You're still locked up."
Ye Lingyue was so pleasantly surprised that she couldn't help but grabbed Xin Lin's hand.
She was also taken aback by this grasp.
The arm between the hands is thin and small, but it has warmth.
That was the temperature of the flesh body. The Xin Lin in front of him was the real Xin Lin.
"I'm already here, didn't we agree, Lingyue, why do you look weird, get out quickly."
Xin Lin looked at Ye Lingyue, a little surprised.
Ling Yue is a bit weird today.
"Xin Lin, you... Nine Nether Hells... The Witch God... Yangquan Temple?"
Ye Lingyue stared at Xin Lin.
Xin Lin in front of him was small in stature. Although his face was a little dirty, he had a pair of onyx-like eyes.
Her eyes were less deserted and more enthusiastic and innocent.
It was a child's eyes, fearless and simple, without any sense of vicissitudes.
This feeling is a bit different from that evil ghost Xin Lin that Ye Lingyue knew.
"What a mess, this is the Dragon King Hall, a fake temple, bluffing and cheating in the name of the Queen. The red moon is in the sky, and the Kunlun skyline is being swallowed by the Red Moon Desert. The Queen asked us to go down the mountain to rescue the cities and towns that were flooded by the Red Moon Desert. Country. That's the second."
Xin Lin muttered.
queen...
"Empress Kunlun?"
Ye Lingyue suddenly felt that it was difficult for her to breathe.
"Ling Yue, are you sick? Are you suffering from Red Moon Plague? Don't scare me. Your medical skills are good. If you are sick, I don't know how to save you."
Xin Lin was startled, stretched out his hand, and touched Ye Lingyue's forehead.
Warm little hands, soft.
"I'm not sick, Xin Lin... I'm just confused."
Ye Lingyue was speechless.
Looking at Xin Lin in front of her, she really thought that everything in front of her was a dream.
"You've always been smart, and you're not me, so how can you be confused. The empress is of course the empress of Kunlun. Besides the empress, who else in this world is qualified to be called an empress."
Seeing that Ye Lingyue was indeed fine, Xin Lin breathed a sigh of relief.
Ling Yue is a few years older than her, she has always been her backbone, and she was also the one who discovered the problem with the Dragon King Palace this time.
"What's going on with the Red Moon Plague? And the Dragon King is fake? What's our plan?"
Although Ye Lingyue still couldn't figure out what was going on.
But it seems that there is also someone named Ye Lingyue in this world.
Xin Lin is still Xin Lin, but not the Evil Ghost Xin Lin.
Hundreds of evil spirits
Could it be that in this life, the child in front of him is Xin Lin's previous life, the first life of a hundred evil spirits
Ye Lingyue shrank suddenly, staring at Xin Lin.
She tried to look as if she were at ease.
Seeing that her expression had returned to normal, Xin Lin was a little more relaxed after confirming that she hadn't suffered from Crimson Moon Plague.
"Red Moon Plague is a disease that spread from the Red Moon Desert. People and ancient beasts will be inexplicable, lose control of their emotions, go berserk and commit crimes. The cause is unknown, and once infected, it is incurable. I don't know what the fake Dragon King is. You know, aren't we going to inquire? Our plan is to kill the fake Dragon King and save the people of Wutian Kingdom from suffering."
What Xin Lin said was a matter of course.
Ye Lingyue became more and more ashamed the more she listened.
"It's just the two of us to save Wu Tian Kingdom?"
"It's just the two of us, we are the inheritors of the Queen! The Kunlun Shuangshu of Kunlun Tianmai."
Xin Lin puffed out his chest.
"..."
Kunlun Shuangshu, or Kunlun Shuangzhu.
Why did Ye Lingyue feel that Xin Lin in her previous life was so childish, not as alert and calm as her later life.
"The plan is good, but we have to think long-term. Why don't I release those children first, let's escape and investigate clearly..."
Ye Lingyue was about to release him, but at this moment, there was an astonishing force in the temple.