Bright Era

The opening of the Vientiane Sacred Pool is also a tightly sealed secret inside the guardian shrine, and the lower-level clergy have no idea when the Vientiane Sacred Pool was opened. Therefore, even if a few Supreme Elders temporarily leave the hall where they are stationed, they should not happen to be violated by chance.

Even if someone invades, with the huge guardian magic enchantment of the guardian shrine, plus those divine formations arranged according to the secret techniques taught by the gods by the elders, even a demigod can't easily break into the guardian shrine.

But things happened just so coincidentally. When all the elders and all the high-ranking clergymen went to participate in the worship ceremony, the Tigers rushed in so sturdily. And a formation genius who was drafted in the guardian temple a thousand years ago, the current chief formation elder of the guardian temple is actually a member of the Shahu clan!

Today's patron saint's palace is just a clean lamb, and the tiger clan has already shown sharp fangs.

Thousands of heavy armored guards lined up in front of the Eternal Mirage Vajra Palace. They held heavy shields and formed a strong shield wall to prevent these invaders from rushing into this sacred hall. But a big bald man who rushed to the forefront looked at these guards, frowned slightly, and then yelled "True Tigers"!

A low whistling sound came from the chests of several bald-headed men, the surrounding light suddenly turned black, and all the magic elements were repelled out of this space by a terrifying force. Then the rolling sound wave rolled out, and the sound wave and the void violently rubbed, bursting out a white flame.

Waves of desperation hit one after another, and thousands of guards in front of the hall flew up at the same time. Their bodies flew high off the ground, and their shields, armor, and their bodies began to disintegrate quickly.

The power of a roar killed all the gods, the bald man who ordered nodded in satisfaction, and muttered vaguely: "Only the dead gods are good gods! Ha, if there is a **** someday Let me chop two axes, that's a joy!"

With loud laughter, the strong men of the Tiger race rushed into the hall. They found several organs in the hall with the fastest speed, and opened the passage at the feet of the crimson evil **** with three heads and twelve arms in the middle of the hall.

Several big men with large-capacity containers rushed into the corridor, and they rushed into the largest treasure house in the patron saint. It stores all the daily circulating funds needed by the guardian shrine, as well as a large number of daily-use items, such as a large number of magic weapons, magic armor, a large number of consumables and so on.

The individual value of these items is not very high, but the total amount is too large.

For example, the Guardian Shrine distributes home-made potions to the branches of the Mila Sect twice a year, and these potions are stored in this treasure house on weekdays. There are countless followers of the Myra Sect, and the amount of medicine consumed every year is an astronomical number. A single bottle of these medicines may only be worth tens to thousands of gold coins, but multiplied by that huge number, this is a huge amount of wealth.

The Tigers are very talented in how to wash and plunder. After a few big men rushed into the treasure house, they rushed up in just a quarter of an hour. A man with a hideous scar on his face laughed aloud: "When the work is finished, where is the next treasure house? Hurry up, hey, the supplies below are enough for my family to eat and drink for hundreds of years! This one is fat!"

The big guys laughed stoutly, and a big guy chopped the idol standing on the altar to pieces with an axe, and then the group quickly left the hall, rushing to another treasure house like a group of hungry wolves.

Lin Qi sat quietly by the water, and the Count Longshan soaked in the water was letting out a miserable cry. The white pool water is madly transforming his body, turning the faulty qi collaterals deliberately created in his body into the most suitable qi collaterals for cultivation.

Sheng Xianchi had just regained consciousness. He did not control the transformation process, so this process was extremely painful. Think about it, every minute and every second, the qi collaterals and air pockets in the whole body have to be melted, and then regenerated, and then this process is repeated continuously. How does this make Earl Longshan with bad temperament bear such pain?

Lin Qi curiously looked at the other descendants of the patron saint who were soaked in the water motionless, not even moving their eyebrows at all. These young people with handsome faces, but with a little black and red skin, were soaked in the water, and at the same time they were constantly chanting prayers of gratitude.

Compared with the Earl Longshan that he had just created, the performance of these young people simply made Lin Qi feel ashamed.

"Faith is indeed a very powerful force!" Lin Qi sighed with emotion.

"Faith is also the source of the fall of mankind!" Osmanthus tree said unceremoniously, which surprised Lin Qi: "What kind of people have the desire to believe in the gods? Dissatisfied with their own situation, not confident in themselves, and psychologically. Only those who are empty need faith!"

"So the gods filled mankind with dissatisfaction, filled mankind with inferiority and self-doubt, made mankind degenerate, and made the human soul extremely empty. So mankind has faith, they believe in gods, and they can make dedication all the time. The power of the gods is stronger the power of faith!"

Annoyed with a cold snort, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree said viciously: "True humans don't need faith! Because they are stronger than gods! They only need to believe in themselves. Why do they need to have faith?"

Lin Qi was silent, he heard many things from Osmanthus's complaints.

But more powerful than gods? Is that human still human? Perhaps the sweet-scented osmanthus tree said that human beings were once stronger than gods? When did that happen? Reminiscent of the broken words in the osmanthus tree they occasionally exposed, Lin Qi seemed to have noticed a lot of things.

"So I have always firmly advocated a policy of complete extermination of all indigenous people!" The Temple of Doomsday Apocalypse rumbled: "Perhaps I was also infected by some negative atmosphere, which gave me this idea. But I must admit that if We have been unswervingly implementing the original "Population Plan", maybe... well, what did I say?"

Lin Qi took a deep breath: "The original "Population Plan"! And exterminate all natives!"

No one said anything, even Shengxianchi, who had been asking the sweet-scented osmanthus tree about how well everyone had been in these years, closed his mouth tightly. After a long time, after the Earl Longshan let out a hysterical howl, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree said leisurely: "Wait a while, your power will soon meet certain restrictions."

"Wait for your four major elemental seals to be completely condensed, and wait for the power of your four elements to reach your extreme." The osmanthus tree said faintly: "At that time, you started your first transformation from a child to an adult. , We will tell you something you should know!"

Lin Qi sighed heavily: "You can't always hang on my appetite!"

Longya also sighed heavily: "If it weren’t for our body to be seriously damaged, according to human terms, if our brains were all broken, we wouldn’t have “missed” and said something you shouldn’t at this stage. Known information."

Then there was another deathly silence. Lin Qi nodded. He drew a bamboo pole from his side and pressed Earl Longshan's body fiercely into the bottom of the water: "His Majesty, this is for your future and for your good! Your body must be tempered the most thoroughly, otherwise how can you become the majesty of the Longshan Empire?"

The Earl Longshan, who was pushed into the water, looked at Lin Qi with a weeping face. He wanted to scream loudly—I was just a puppet that was just made, and I was not the **** Emperor Longshan at all!

Several guards from the guardian palace watched Lin Qi treat his master so rudely, and they shook their heads at the same time.

Under the Nine-fold Secret Demon Pagoda, the Baolian Empress and others are still continuing the ceremony of offering sacrifices to gods. The small space where the Nine-Layer Secret Demon Tower is located is isolated from the outside world by the powerful God Forbidden Magic Array. Any noise from the outside will not be transmitted here, and will never disturb those who are said to be sleeping in the Nine-Layer Secret Demon Tower. The peace of the gods.

The Vientiane Sacred Pool is a treasure bestowed by the gods enshrined by the Mila Sect to the believers. It can make the waste who can't feel the grudge become the top cultivation genius! This is the reward of the gods, which represents the grace of the gods to all the believers of the Mila religion.

Therefore, every time the Vientiane sacred pool is used and the shrine that opens the sacred pool must hold a grand sacrifice here, and the sacrifice will not be terminated until all those who enter the Vientiane sacred pool have left. According to the ancient traditions of Meira, anyone who dares to disturb the sacred sacrifice, no matter how high his status, is an unforgivable death.

All the high-levels of the patron saint holding the newly picked lotus, walked slowly around the nine-fold secret magic tower, they must spit out a scripture every step they take, their walking frequency and chanting sound are perfect Fit together, everyone is exactly the same action, their aura and soul aura merge into one, converging into a powerful force of faith and rushing straight to the nine-fold secret magic tower.

A pale golden whirlpool floats on the spire of the tower, and the mighty power of faith that is continuously used is quickly swallowed by the whirlpool.

A looming idol is suspended behind the whirlpool. He has only one head, but has four faces, which are blue, white, red, and black. He has six arms, each holding a mist shining with strange light.

If you look closer, you can see countless stern wounds on his body, tearing open dozens of large and small transparent holes in his strong body. His body was made of metal, and the flesh and blood around the wound shone with the cold light of metal. There was no blood flowing out of his body, but a stream of scorching blood was constantly spraying out.

This statue of **** swallowed the golden power of faith with big mouths. The wounds on his body were constantly squirming. It was obvious that he had several small wounds quickly trying to piece together. But there seemed to be another force in his wound that prevented him from healing. Several times his wounds had been joined together, but a strange light flashed, and his wound opened again. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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