He gently raised his index finger, and suddenly a violent wind and sand blowing in the hall, mixed with blue stars and whistling tearing sound, made people feel terrified.
The wind and sand gathered into a small and exquisite brocade bag, while the shadows converged into the brocade bag, the faint blue light looming.
"This is the spirit of all things."
He lightly handed the brocade bag to the maid, nodded, and ordered her to hand the brocade bag to Gong Lingye. The little maid carefully held the bag, walked down the nine steps, and put the brocade bag in her hands.
Gong Lingye was taken aback for a moment, and then took the brocade bag.
Things have exceeded her expectations. She originally thought that even if it was not a mother-child confession, at least the focus would be on Bei Chenjue, but besides confessing the child's father, this saint seemed to be more interested in her
Reminiscent of what I said lightly before, we must think of a solution, at this time Gong Lingye has a bad premonition...
"This is the spirit of all things." He smiled lightly, "the racial source of the Yuli nationality."
"The Yuli tribe has a complete human structure, but the essence of the Yuli tribe is not human beings, because the Yuli tribe and other human tribes cultivate by absorbing the vitality of Zhou Tian, and the way to strengthen themselves is different. The Yuli tribe uses the spirit of all things regularly. , And imitating the way of human cultivation is powerful."
"There are many reasons that cannot be ascertained even in the depths of my clan, but it is certain that the spirit of all things is the source of the Yuli race and must not be lost. Without the spirit of all things, the Yuli would be unstoppable. The weakening of the continent, from the top to the bottom of this continent."
Speaking of raising both hands at the same time, he suddenly summoned two bags of the spirit of all things: "The task of the saint is to summon the spirit of all things, so that the Yuli people can maintain their own strength and possess the spirit of all things. In terms of life and death, flesh and blood, it is not difficult."
"And I'm dying." The quiet expression seemed to be saying that today, the sky is calm and peaceful, "The saint's life span is thirty-five years old. I'm thirty years old. At most five years old. In the next year, the Yuli saints will no longer exist. Without the spirit of all things, the Yuli must not be able to gain a foothold on the mainland. The enemies who have been offended by the tribe’s excessive arrogance will also explode at that time. Inevitable."
She smiled softly, her eyes blurred and beautiful, she looked at Gong Lingye from a distance, and looked at her with a smile: "Are you willing to inherit the seat of the saint? Instead of me, lead the Yuli people down?"
really! Gong Lingye was expressionless, and refused without hesitation: "I don't want to!"
I don't know if it is Gong Lingye's illusion, but the lightly gaze looking at her reveals a hint of surprise and joy, without the slightest irritation and dissatisfaction of being rejected.
He nodded softly, and looked at Bei Chenjue: "Your father is a martial artist in the Canghai Temple. Because the magic sword in his hand is indestructible, he has already become a strong man who has broken away from the rank of martial arts. Swordsman of Dharma'."
The little maid walked towards Gong Lingye and Bei Chenjue again, twirling her skirt corners, and she stretched out her hand timidly to indicate to them. Although Gong Lingye was surprised that she gave up so easily, she didn’t have much to say, so she naturally took it. Kuai chase the guest order, and leave with Bei Chenjue.
The huge hall door slowly opened and closed, and the behemoth with blue faces and fangs on the door seemed to roar silently, roaring at the coming wind and rain.
When there were only Qingyan and the little maid left in the hall, the maid Yeli suddenly looked back at Qingyan, and smiled at the saint who holds the supreme position in the Uli tribe: "They have gone far away, and they have been out of the scope of my spiritual consciousness. , You can come down."
The originally ethereal and high saint became respectful and humble. She immediately left the saint's throne and knelt on one knee, her head drooping as if she had escaped from the hot red gold soup.
Yeli walked up to the throne with an indifferent expression, but the steps she walked up the nine steps at a time were different from the previous cautiousness, revealing arrogance and mystery step by step.
When she stepped on the first step, the verdant shoes under her feet instantly turned into dust, recombined with the mysterious light of blue, and turned into deep-sea blue sea shoes inlaid with gold and emerald.
When she stepped onto the second step, the hem of her skirt closest to the shoe turned into blue waves and raging clouds by the blue light of the reorganization of the shoes.
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Layers of change, step by step, when Yelly sat on the throne of the saint woman, her outfit had changed all over, the sea-blue deep floor-to-ceiling dress, dragged the ground from the ninth step to the first step. , And the original dark black steamed bun's head has also turned into dark, long, silver hair, with a queen-like crown on his forehead.
Her face remained the same, but it was not like the previous cuteness but solemn and solemn like the goddess of the deep sea. Compared with the previous false saint, she was more like a queen crowned by the gods in the world.
This is the saint of the Yuli tribe, Yeli.
Yeli lazily propped her chin with one hand, small fingers and snapped fingers, a stream of clear spring with a rich fragrance drilled out of the void. Yeli's fingers continued to draw patterns in the air, slowly turning into Gong Lingye. And the appearance of Bei Chenjue.
I don’t know where it was that amused the moody saint, she suddenly giggled at the aqua-colored appearance of the two, then leaned forward with a smile, and the soft jade-like fingers curled unconsciously on the small jade feet. .
It took a while before she stopped laughing, smiling at the quiet words on the side, and asked: "How do you think about my son and daughter-in-law?"
With a gentle smile, Yushou gestured to sign language, to the effect that it was very good.
Yeli came interested, leaning on the armrest of the throne, and asked like an innocent child:
"What do you say is great?"
They have strong talents and will be one of the best in this world in the future. Make gestures lightly.
"Anything else?"
The girl is very smart, she seems to see my problem.
Yeli raised her eyebrows, but nodded in approval: "After all, it's really not credible that a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl can read the words of the saint. What about my son?"
This time it was a bit embarrassing to speak lightly, tilting his head and thinking for a while before making gestures.
Pay attention to feelings, take good care of his shortcomings and love his wife. If possible, if Yuri hurts the girl, he will most likely kill all Yuri.
The saint laughed out loud and couldn't help shouting: "This idiot is like his father, who is powerful and takes care of the people around him, but his brain is still a little bit worse!"
But Yeli suddenly looked sad and murmured: "No... Actually it's not the same... My wife has it, I don't have it..."