Chapter 701: Sanbao is a Saint
The girl had a delicate face and was extremely beautiful. Her beauty was bright but also a bit naive. When the sunlight fell on her, she seemed to be wrapped in a layer of clear light. Holding a magic wand in her hand, she looked like a noble and sacred goddess.
Tang Li felt a wave of pain on her back. She gritted her teeth and stood there, looking at the girl standing in front of her, then looking at the silent crowd, her mind racing.
It is said that the power of the saint, the magic staff and the holy pool comes from the same source, and only the saint can lift the magic staff. Does that mean that Sanbao is the saint?
Sanbao is a strong woman, eleven years old this year. She was stranded in Lijia Village when she was very young and was adopted by Wei Qing when she was a little over two years old. She has an inexplicable connection and tacit understanding with Wangyou, who was supposed to be a saint witch...
All these things prove the possibility that Sanbao is a saint, so the previous saint was a fake?
No matter what, they must first recognize the identity of the saint. This is their only way to survive!
"She is the real saint. The saint who was in charge of the sacrifice just now was a fake! Wu Jie deceived you!" Tang Li said loudly.
Sanbao quickly reacted after hearing what his mother said, and followed her words, "This Saint is here, why don't you put down your weapons!"
The witch attendants and servants looked at Sanbao in surprise and doubt.
Is she really a saint?
Everyone put down their swords and sticks and gave up attacking.
Tang Li and others finally got a moment to catch their breath.
Tang Li walked to Du Ye and bandaged his wound.
Wangyou stared at Sanbao blankly, forgetting the pain in his body.
The master is the real saint? !
This incident had a great impact on him.
At the beginning, he thought about splitting himself into two halves, one to serve the saint and the other to protect his master.
He never imagined that these two were the same person!
Then, there is endless joy.
The baby in the cradle in memory has grown up and become the master.
His master was wise, decisive, strong and brave, exactly like the saint he had imagined.
He said it, how could his saint not believe in him? !
Wu Jie's face beneath the mask had turned pale.
As the person who planned this incident, he naturally knew the truth.
He knew that his saint was a fake, and this was the real saint.
He originally thought that this matter would remain buried forever and no one would discover the secret.
He never imagined that the true saint would come back again and expose this hidden secret!
He is unwilling to accept it!
"Impossible! You are the fake saint! It must be you, an outsider, who has practiced the secret arts to be able to wield the divine staff!" Wu Jie shouted, turning to the witch attendant and witch servants and commanding with his authority, "She is trying to deceive our people. Don't be fooled by her! Kill her!"
"It's said that the power of the Saint and the divine staff comes from the same source. Can the secret technique practiced by this stranger actually cultivate divine power? Wu Jie, there should be a limit to your nonsense." Tang Li paused and continued, "Since you say this Saint is fake and your Saint is real, why don't you call your Saint here and verify it and you'll know the answer."
Wu Jie stood there without saying a word.
Sanbao held the staff and pointed at two of the witch servants: "Go to the temple and bring the saint here."
The two witch servants looked at Wu Jie, then looked at Sanbao who was holding the magic wand, and finally decided to listen to Sanbao and turned around to lead people.
Sanbao was very worried about her mother, but in order to maintain her image as a saint, she stood upright holding the staff.
She was actually a little uncertain. Was she really a saint? Would she be exposed if she were to verify it later?
However, since it was my mother who proposed the verification, I think it should be reliable.
After a while, the saint was brought over.
The saint's face was pale and exhausted, and she was a little dazed when she walked up to the altar.
"Isn't the sacrifice over? Why are you coming back?"
No one answered her, so she couldn't help but look at Wu Jie: "Great Wu, what's going on?"
Wu Jie didn't say anything.
"Come here." Sanbao said to her.
The saint walked towards the Three Treasures in a daze.
She was pale and thin, and her aura was completely suppressed by Sanbao, who had a raised chin and the aura of a queen.
Sanbao threw the magic wand in his hand over: "Take it."
The saint subconsciously went to pick it up.
During the sacrifice, she had reached her limit and was now exhausted. How could she lift the sacred staff?
She was completely unable to lift it and was pinned to the ground by the divine staff.
There is no way the saint can’t lift the divine staff!
The magic wand that was pressing her down was easily picked up from the ground by Sanbao.
Now, it is clear who is the real saint!
Wu Jie looked up at the sky, his eyes full of despair.
He still lost, and lost completely.
Wu Mobai, you win!
He was very unwilling, but what else could he do?
Everyone knelt down towards the Three Treasures.
Full of piety and faith.
Therefore no one noticed Sanbao's expression.
Three Treasures: (⊙_⊙)
Is she really a saint?
Sanbao's eyes rolled, he cleared his throat, and then said, "Ten years ago, Yao Jie betrayed the gods and killed the Saint Maiden and the Great Shaman Wu Mobai, causing this Saint Maiden and my Shaman Servant Wu Li to become exiled. Yue Shi and Wu Mobai are not the sinners of our clan, Yao Jie is!"
It was this Yao Jie who caused her mother and her master, and also injured Wangyou, so she holds a grudge!
"Yao Jie, sinner!"
"Yao Jie, sinner!"
The people were so angry that they wanted to rush up and tear Yao Jie apart.
"Great Witch..." The fake saint who crawled up from the ground looked at Yao Jie in a daze, completely stunned.
"Lock up Yao Jie and the fake saint and deal with them later. Send this saint back to the temple." Sanbao ordered.
Mother, Master and Wangyou are all injured and need to find a place to rest quickly.
So, Sanbao and the others were sent back to the temple.
When the witch attendants and witch servants were present, the Three Treasures were still held high, like sacred and lofty goddesses.
After the witch attendant and witch servant retreated, Sanbao's temperament changed completely, and he ran to Tangli's side.
"Mom, how is your injury? Does your back hurt?" Sanbao's childish face was full of worry.
It was really painful for Tangli when he was hit, but he could bear it and he feels much better now.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Tang Li said.
"Mom, here is the medicine for your wound. I'll apply it to you." Sanbao insisted.
Tangli could only take off his clothes. Sanbao looked at him and hissed.
There was a large black bruise on the fair back, which was particularly shocking.
Sanbao carefully applied the medicine to her, muttering, "Mom, does it hurt? I'll be gentler."
Tang Li felt that this medicine was good. After applying it, the pain in his body was indeed relieved a little.
Sanbao ran to the next room to see Du Ye and Wangyou.
The bleeding from Du Ye's wound had stopped, but the smell of blood was still strong.
Sanbao's little face was almost wrinkled into a ball.
"What's the big deal? I've been injured much more seriously than this before." Seeing the little girl's face wrinkled like that, Du Ye felt uncomfortable and comforted her.
Du Ye pointed to his chest and said, "Stab your master with a sword from here. Your master is lucky."
As a result, Sanbao's face wrinkled even more.
"Master, I will work hard to become stronger and never let you get hurt again." Sanbao said seriously.
Du Ye felt a pang of pain in his heart, and looking at the little girl's serious face, he was speechless.
Looking at Wangyou again, he had a faint smile on his face and was staring at Sanbao without blinking.
"The master is a saint."
Wangyou muttered several times and laughed foolishly, like a fool.
Sanbao was also amused by him.
"Wangyou, if you become a fool, I won't want you anymore."
Wangyou immediately stopped smiling foolishly: "Wangyou is not stupid."
Seeing that the injuries on Master and Wangyou were not serious, Sanbao finally let go of his worries and returned to Tangli.
Sanbao was actually still a little confused, and looked at Tangli with his head tilted.
"Mother, how did I become a saint?"
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