Mo Jiuxiao stood high in the sky, looking at the chaotic fight below, and a divine servant beside him handed him a plate of immortal fruits.
"Your Majesty, this battle will be over soon!"
Mo Jiuxiao nodded.
"Survival of the fittest, the strong are respected."
Shen Qingyi waved away the waiter beside him in annoyance, and the waiter was a little confused.
Your Majesty seems to be in a bad mood recently.
When Shen Qingyi looked at the Dragon's Breath Fruit that was handed to him, the scene from a few days ago flashed through his mind. On the battlefield full of blood, skeletons piled up like mountains, but only the Dragon's Breath Fruit was exceptionally bright red, even redder than the blood.
After asking the waiter to leave, Shen Qingyi couldn't help but set out on the road to the temple building again.
There are many books in the temple building, which record many things.
At the highest point of the temple building is a holy book that records the origin of Taoism. The nine holy temples worship the holy book as if it were a god.
Every time someone enters the temple building, they bow towards the place where the holy book is.
Shen Qingyi couldn't help but frown when he saw the record that Daoyuan was about to start reincarnation again.
As the Lord, she must participate in this sacrificial ceremony.
On the day of the sacrifice, many monks gathered and everyone looked at Shen Qingyi on the high platform with reverence. Shen Qingyi's body moved subconsciously, her movements were smooth and flowing, without a single pause, as if she had done this thousands of times.
When the sacrificial bell rang, the waiters below clapped their hands, and a group of people came over carrying a large sacrificial tripod.
The bright red liquid was still steaming.
The eyes of everyone around were burning and pious, and Shen Qingyi smelled a strong smell of blood.
But, she seemed to have already gotten used to it...
Even though there is not only the blood of the great demon, but also the blood of the human race.
wrong!
“Boom!”
There was a loud thunder in the sky, and the originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds.
"What's going on? Why is it raining out of the blue?"
"Huh? This rain even got through the Lingdao Sect's protective barrier and entered here?"
The monks were in a panic, trying to activate the spiritual power shield.
However, when the spiritual shield was opened, rain still penetrated the shield and dripped onto their bodies.
“What’s going on!?”
The disciples in charge of the competition were also a little panicked and didn't understand what was going on. Just when they were a little panicked, an indifferent voice came from above the square.
"Don't panic, this is the rain sent by this Taoist master."
When everyone heard the sound, they all fell silent. After the sound completely disappeared and there was no movement for a long time, some people began to talk in low voices.
"Who was that just now?"
"The one who can call himself Daojun must be a patriarch of the sect who has reached the state of transcendence, right?"
"It should be the ancestor, but I don't know which ancestor this is!"
"But, don't say it, a Taoist master who has reached the state of leaving the body is a Taoist master who has reached the state of leaving the body. The move he just showed was simply amazing!"
"The Lingdao Sect's high-level protective formation just now couldn't stop the rain!"
"that is!"
"But why do I feel that this rain is a little strange? I seem to... seem to sense... a hint of sadness? Sadness?"
"Are you crazy? Are you sad about the rain? Are you still asleep today?"
The disciple who spoke also shook his head.
Somewhat confused.
"Neuropathy!"
A rough man at the side rolled his eyes at the man.
The old man stretched out his hand and felt the temperature of the raindrops falling on his palm, which was cold.
The temperature seems to be a little colder than ordinary rain, but only a little. If you don't observe carefully, you will not be able to detect it.
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