Chapter 725 The Return of the Gods 9
The woman was dressed in a spotless white dress, her eyebrows and eyes were dark and cold, she sat on a wooden chair with an indifferent expression, her long black hair was tied up with a hairband.
Occasionally, a few strands of hair on both sides fluttered in the breeze, and a ray of sacred warm sunlight just climbed up the woman's jade-like face. She was bathed in the sunlight, her beauty was sacred and breathtaking.
Although she didn't have any fancy clothes or jewelry, she relied on her temperament and character to make Liu Yao feel like she was facing a formidable enemy.
A hint of jealousy flashed in Liu Yao's eyes. She always acted so high and mighty, yet could easily attract everyone's amazed gaze. However, she took great pains to dress herself up, but could only barely be on par with her.
"Elder Chao Lin, the four saint ladies are all here."
The temple maid respectfully reported to the six elders sitting on the steps.
The entire sacrificial paradise is vast and boundless. There are seven chairs on the thirty-three steps. At present, the six chairs on the left and right sides are occupied, and only the chair in the middle is empty.
Wan Chaolin sat on the left side of the empty seat and looked at the old man with black hair and white beard sitting on the right side of the empty seat:
"Elder Qiu, what did the Palace Master say?"
Qiu Zhongkui had a square face and a cold, serious expression: "The Palace Master said, let the prayer ceremony begin."
Wan Chaolin sighed, understanding that the Palace Master did not want to show up.
"In that case, let the ceremony begin over there."
Pray to God, pray to God, the key is to pray to God.
The saints only need to pick a spirit core fragment, place it on the altar, pray sincerely to the gods, and wait for a result.
Liu Yao sat below, looking at Quan Jiu with charming eyes:
"Normally, whether it's slaying demons or capturing monsters, you always like to take the lead. Why did you change your ways today?"
Quan Jiu met Liu Yao's gaze and slowly stood up.
I have to say, sometimes, the person who knows you best is often your enemy. Wan Chaolin didn't even notice any clues, but Liu Yao pointed it out as soon as they met.
The original body was not a passive character, so Quan Jiu had to stand on the altar and look at the spirit core fragments placed in the water tank.
There are more than a dozen pieces of spirit core fragments, and their shapes are a bit like broken shells on the beach, but from the appearance, there is not much difference.
Of course, it doesn’t matter if there is a difference. The spirit core fragment is just a carrier. What the gods value is the spiritual power of the saint.
Quan Jiu picked and chose, and finally chose the one that looked the smallest and most broken, and placed it in his soft, snow-white palm.
"I've made my choice."
Seeing the spirit core fragment in her hand clearly, Liu Yao's mouth twitched, and she looked at Quan Jiu again as if she was looking at a fool.
This is disrespectful to the gods.
Wan Chaolin's expression changed slightly, and disapproval flashed in his eyes: "Luan'er, are you sure you don't want to choose again?"
His voice was not loud, but deep and exerted pressure on people.
Quan Jiu stared at the soul core fragment, which had black lines on it. The one in her hand looked like a pig with a smiling face, reminiscent of Peppa Pig:
"Don't choose, Master, just this one."
Wan Chaolin sat down with a sullen face, while Qiu Zhongkui's tense mouth relaxed.
The second person to come on stage was Liu Yao. She chose the spirit core fragment with the least black lines and a medium shape. Qiu Zhongkui nodded, obviously satisfied with his disciple's final choice.
The four saints had chosen their carriers, and Wan Chaolin spoke again.
"Now, imbue the spirit core fragments with spiritual power, and use your thoughts to try to communicate with the gods."
Quan Jiu tried to operate according to her original body's memory. She slowly closed her eyes, raised her hands, and concentrated her attention. Soon, everything in front of her eyes turned pure white.
When she came to the most critical step, her breathing slowed down unconsciously and she began to try to send out communication messages.
There was a faint feeling that seemed to be calling her, cooperating with her, soothing her, making her unconsciously relax, relax, and relax again...
Quan Jiu entered a state of unity between man and nature, his expression unprecedentedly calm, but at this moment, the pure white in front of him changed, all the white dissipated bit by bit, piecing together a huge handsome face.
The man was dressed in white, standing under a peach tree, pink petals flying all around him. He tilted his head as if sensing something, his pair of clear, glassy eyes staring straight into Quan Jiu's!!!
Further down, the man's deep facial features, his high nose bridge, and his thin, moist pink lips... Because this face was so close to Mrs. Quan Jiu, all of his facial features were magnified, creating a strong visual impact on her...
"What the hell?!!!"
Quan Jiu was so frightened by the approaching giant face that he opened his eyes and his heart was pounding.
This face is good-looking, but the timing of its appearance is wrong. It's like when you open your eyes early in the morning, you see a face close to you, eyes staring at each other, noses staring at each other, and the distance between you two is almost zero.
Quan Jiu stood there with her eyes open for a long moment before she regained her composure. She tilted her head to look at the other four saints. Their breathing was steady, their expressions calm, as if they had simply fallen asleep while standing, without even a hint of shock...
On the high platform, Wan Chaolin looked at her with concern, while Qiu Zhongkui had an expression as if he was enjoying the show.
Quan Jiu blinked.
What on earth was this face? Who was this man? Why did he appear in her consciousness?!
Also, why didn’t Liu Yao and others react?
Facing the confused Quan Jiu, Wan Chaolin's face turned ugly. Quan Jiu looked at him for a second and had an idea in his mind.
She wanted to see a human face again.
Closing her eyes again, she tried to relax her body, preparing herself to be frightened...
But this time, the face did not appear again. Quan Jiu frowned slightly, and the scene in front of him changed again.
Very dark.
Very dark.
It's pitch dark.
Quan Jiu tried to communicate with the gods using his mental power, and the originally pitch black suddenly emitted a faint light.
It was at this moment that Quan Jiu realized that there was a cave around him. The cave was pitch black and there was no sunlight.
She wanted to see the scene in the cave clearly, but just as she concentrated her mental strength, she felt a sharp pain like a needle pricking her sea of consciousness!!!
She saw a pair of eyes.
There is only one pair of eyes, hidden in the darkness.
The eyes are dark.
Sad, lonely and indifferent.
Ruthless and desireless.
Her heart sank slightly, and she wanted to see more, but she felt a sharp pain in her consciousness, and she had to open her eyes again.
The strong sunlight entered her eyes, causing her to squint uncomfortably.
The familiar altar was still around. Liu Yao was standing one meter away from her, staring at the cold sweat on her forehead with a puzzled look on his face.
Quan Jiu was still immersed in the oppression brought to her by the black eyes.
These eyes clearly did not belong to a giant's face.
She remembered very clearly that the first time she saw the man, his pupils were a light amber color, while the second time she saw him, his eyes were silent and deep black.
Quan Jiu heaved a sigh of relief and wanted to try a third time, but the spirit core fragment that was originally placed on the altar suddenly cracked.
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