Arad's crooked savior

Her hair was bent and mushy due to the electricity, and the pure white feathers on her wings were also blackened. Gan Lin was lying on the ground with a dark and numb face, a pair of inelegant dead fish eyes rolled back, and he slowly exhaled mushy air.

Elementalists are also afraid of elemental attacks. Even though they are rain-controlling elves, they cannot withstand a majestic electric shock.

In particular, Mo Mei's thunder dragon is composed of its own endless thought energy. Compared with the elements, its composition attributes are fundamentally different.

Yuena covered her eyes and couldn't bear to look at it. She threw it away for a cure and complained: "She is really an idiot. She mistook Mo Mei's mind beast as the spirit of thunder and lightning. She is lucky that she is still alive."

Gan Lin rolled his eyes and passed out, his limbs numb and his hair in disarray. Fortunately, the proud justice followed his breathing. There are also slow ups and downs.

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The rain that caused the heavy rain disaster has completely numbed in the physical sense, but the astonishing rain clouds accumulated in the sky show no sign of dissipating.

It might only take another small abnormal fluctuation, and the downpour will fall violently, as if it has poked a hole in the big magic circle and washed away the Miranda Plains wantonly.

The dance of the Xiaoyu Oracle Ceremony is as graceful as a butterfly. Every movement and posture seems to communicate with the vigorous dragon swimming in the sky, full of an ethereal and natural unique charm.

But before she knew it, a layer of sweat appeared on her forehead. It was not difficult for her to have rain or fall. She could wave the clouds back and forth with ease.

But this time, the goal of reducing the rain is the entire Arad continent. She seems to be a little unable to do it, and her spirit is even more exhausted.

"Connect deeply with Shenlong's mind, and you will become less human!"

This motto and advice was the last words left to her by the former miko, knowing that there was no hope of advancing in her realm.

Xiaoyu never took the initiative to tell anyone the story of the former witch, not even Ye Lin.

Maybe it was because she felt it was insignificant and unimportant, but more likely it was because she couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

If we don't empathize with the divine dragon and accept his sacred power, how can we exorcise evil spirits and restore a pure and bright world to the world?

It was only at this moment tonight, when she had the will but was unable to disperse the thunderclouds in the sky, that she wanted to seek more power from the dragon, that she began to understand the words left by the former miko.

All along, any act of gaining strength through faith has an unavoidable ideological problem...

Are you really you, or are you an "empty shell" used by God?

The purer the faith, the more closely the events handled are in line with God’s will, and the more powerful the power from “God” can be gained.

As one's own strength becomes stronger, every word, every deed, and every move is gradually invisibly conforming to God's will and God's wisdom.

Therefore, it is called deification, that is, the agent of God.

A word that is hard to distinguish between praise and blame.

When the believer's power has reached a certain limit, and can even summon the power, projection, and even the body of the god he believes in... is she his own self or the object of God's dependence?

When Xiaoyu really began to understand and face this problem, her mind was a little confused and numb, and she couldn't figure out a clear thread.

Now she really wanted to stop and ask Yuena and Mavis next to her. She should get some experience guidance from them.

But her oracle dance is clearly no longer controlled by her will at this moment, and every movement is more like a physical instinct.

"Oops, I'm not going to be deified, am I?" As soon as this uneasy thought came to Xiaoyu's mind, her thoughts became even more confused.

She was extremely anxious and wanted to seek some help, but she couldn't open her mouth and couldn't say a word.

In the sight of Mo Mei and others, Xiaoyu danced gracefully. The sleeves of her witch uniform swung like butterflies, and green light spots began to flicker all over her body. The charm was elegant and natural, like a group of fireflies dancing with her.

Yuena clapped gently in praise, admiring Xiaoyu's oracle dance that she rarely displayed.

When it comes to singing and playing the piano, Alice's voice and skills are the most beautiful, but when it comes to dancing, Xiaoyu, who has a professional level and long legs, naturally takes the cake.

"Not quite right."

Ye Lin frowned suddenly and was the first to notice something strange.

As there were more and more cyan fluorescence around Xiaoyu, he felt that Xiaoyu seemed to be getting further and further away from him. It seemed that he was close in front of him, but yet he seemed to be so far away.

Xiaoyu's body seemed to be a little blurry.

He suddenly raised his head and stared at the sky. The dragon that was supposed to be swimming in the thunderclouds lowered its huge head and stared coldly at it with a pair of blue eyes as cold as the abyss.

Lightning and thunder poured out from the dark clouds, pale thunder and lightning, and a deafening roar in the ears. I don't know when the mind mask had broken. Xiaoyu's miko uniform was soaked by the wind and rain, and it was cold and conformed to the curves of her body.

Mo Mei finally noticed the abnormal situation and cast a worried and questioning look at him. Strangely, she herself didn't notice the brokenness of her thoughts.

Maybe it's because her Nian Qi also contains a hint of the will of the real dragon and the divine dragon.

Breathing gently, Ye Lin shook his head stiffly, and then slowly took out the Wuxuan Bow. He had roughly guessed it with his excellent knowledge, but he had no corresponding experience to talk about.

"You can take the initiative to stop it, Shenlong." His voice was low, filled with a sense of supreme majesty from the beginning, which shook the entire Miranda Plain, and countless people woke up from their sleep.

He made no secret of his hostility and pointed directly at the dragon who was watching indifferently in the sky.

The rain falling on the Arad continent froze in the air at the moment when the rhyme of his words disappeared, as if the long river of time had been paused, and the raindrops that should have fallen turned into large transparent beads connected by invisible threads.

"Qiang Qiang, your..."

The invincible beautiful girl who suddenly appeared shut her mouth tightly and appeared in the air for less than a second before disappearing and walking to the manor.

Because this guy is so angry now!

He is openly hostile to the dragon spirit that existed in ancient times, and is not afraid of the murderous intent. He feels like a transcendent in the sacred zone.

However, she loved it!

It's a pity. Today, I bought a new dress to show him. After all, it cost him money.

…

Xiaoyu watched silently and was anxious in her heart. She completely believed that if she was really assimilated by divine power in confusion, Ye Lin would definitely try his best to stew the dragon directly before then.

The form of the divine dragon entrenched in the thunder clouds and looking down, and the night forest standing on the earth filled with the power of the transcendent, the breath solidified invisibly, hundreds of millions of raindrops suspended in the air, and then quietly exploded into finer water mist.

With a graceful turn, Xiaoyu slowly closed her eyes, because she suddenly realized that Ye Lin seemed to be not only confronting the dragon, but also showing some meaning to her.

Silently remembering Ye Lin's figure, following the graceful dance, and the rain soaking his hair, it just happened to make his mind gradually calmer and clearer.

Shenlong...Wuxuan...

Maybe there are similar similarities in the way of using power.

Not only that, she finally picked up useful fragments from her memory. Ye Lin once taught Xiao Su the concept of "source".

Whether it is as powerful as an apostle or as small as an ant, as long as you trace it back in the long river of history, it all originates from the "source" of the universe.

Slowly, a knowing smile appeared on her cheek, elegant and beautiful.

"Don't just be a carrier of the oracle, but understand the true meaning of the dragon!"

The last miko's voice sounded in her mind again, with a sense of incomparable joy and joy at the same time.

If you think you are just a carrier of power, you will gradually become an empty shell of nothingness.

So, should you continue to be numb and squander the power of others, or should you continue to look for the meaning of God giving you this power to fill the empty feeling of nothingness.

Exorcising demons and praying for rain along the way, Xiaoyu felt that she might not be as good as the first generation of witches, but she still upheld the belief and meaning of going down the mountain after learning and entering the continent of Arad.

In the last step of the elegant dance, Xiaoyu raised her hands to the sky, her delicate and small face carrying a kind of perseverance and determination.

Her body suddenly turned into a large flashing light spot.

The majestic dragon flew through the dark clouds towards the patches of light at an astonishing speed. The huge coercion came like the sky shattering and the mountains falling.

Boom~!

The dragon passed by at low altitude and suddenly flew towards the clouds in the sky. Wherever it passed, the clouds disappeared and the rain dispersed, and the starry sky was so clear and beautiful that it was intoxicating.

The light spots regrouped, Xiaoyu stood there in shock for a while, then joy gradually appeared on her brows, she seemed to have done it.

Moreover, she also had some guesses about the rusty Taichu War Spear.

Xiaoyu smoothed her wet hair with her fingers and threw herself into the arms of Ye Lin, who was just relieved. Like a coquettish cat, she nuzzled~nuzzled~n...

Her soft white and delicate cheeks rubbed against his ears and temples vigorously, rubbing all the rain, tears, and sweat on his face. Only then was Xiaoyu satisfied and kissed the corner of his mouth tenderly.

"It seems like something has changed in you?" Ye Lin asked in surprise.

"Yeah, let's talk about it when we get back."

Xiaoyu gently grabbed his hand and placed it on her pounding heart, then tilted her head to rest on his strong chest, drawing numb circles with her fingers.

"I'm cold and tired. I don't want to move. You can help me take a bath. You can also ask Yuena to help~"

"Well..." Ye Lin's eyes were calm and distant, and he changed his appearance for a moment before saying, "It's cold outside, and Mo Mei might also want to take a hot bath."