Chapter 723 The Return of the Gods 7
She must be the saint.
Once she loses the election, she will become an abandoned child of Wei State, and the Queen Mother of Wei will no longer show mercy to her.
"I don't know what criteria this god uses to select a saint..."
It sounds quite mysterious.
There is also this elusive temple master. The temple has been built for more than a thousand years. As the owner of the temple, no one knows how long this old monster has been wandering in the Sky Continent.
System: "The data shows that although this hall master has not become a true god, he is an existence that can be compared with gods."
Quan Jiu was unconvinced. "How can a mortal body rival a god? A god's body has been forged by heavenly thunder, making it invulnerable to swords and spears."
However, she would also like to meet this Palace Master if there is a chance.
She returned to the room that belonged exclusively to the Saint, and as soon as she entered, she felt the wealth and grandeur of the temple.
On the small table in the front room stood a night-shining pearl from the Western Regions the size of an adult's head. Near the windowsill, a pot of East China Sea coral reef was frozen by magic into an appearance that would never wither. I casually grabbed a handful of decorative colored stones from the pot, but the system reminded me.
"This is the Fiery Seven-Colored Stone. It can be used to forge weapons and increase their hardness. It's in high demand on the market and is a treasure that even money can't buy."
Quan Jiu let go, and the flaming colorful stones on his fingertips fell sparsely back into the potted plant:
“A well-fed man does not know the hunger of a hungry man.”
She went to the basin, washed her hands, and scooped up a handful of water to splash on her face.
Queen Mother Wei was truly cruel. She tortured the original owner until her body was covered with bruises, but only preserved her face. Once she put on her clothes, she covered her injured fingers with her sleeves. From the outside, the original owner only looked a little pale, and there was no sign of injury at all.
Quan Jiu was distracted thinking about his future plans and rubbing his face with his fingers. Suddenly, a small piece of flesh-colored unknown object fell into the basin, causing a splash.
Quan Jiu: “…”
Did she wash her face until it peeled off?
Picking up the thing that was as thin as a cicada's wing and looked like human skin, Quan Jiu raised her head again and looked at herself in the bronze mirror. When she saw it, she was stunned.
A crimson flower ornament hung between the woman's eyebrows, and a nine-petal red lotus bloomed warmly on her snow-white skin, adding a touch of charm to her cold facial features.
Quan Jiu raised his hand to wipe the red lotus that suddenly appeared, but it couldn't be wiped off.
"It doesn't look like it was painted on."
I don't know why the original owner covered it up.
Three days later, the parade took place.
Quan Jiu, dressed in a snow-white gauze dress, sat on a phoenix sedan chair lifted by eighteen people and paraded through the streets in a high-profile manner. The people crowded the streets, excitedly calling out "Saint" in their mouths. It was like a large-scale star-chasing scene in the 21st century.
Most of the wounds on my body have healed, tender flesh has grown over my nails, and it doesn't hurt anymore, just a little itchy from time to time.
Two days later, Quan Jiu finally met her master, Master Chao Lin.
Wan Chaolin got down from the crane with an extremely ugly look on his face. He ignored the people who came to greet him and strode towards Quan Jiu's yard.
As soon as he entered the yard, he finally couldn't hold it back anymore, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his throat. All the blood drops sprayed onto the bluestone slabs, and the white robe was stained with blood!
Quan Jiu stepped forward to support him and said in shock: "Master, are you hurt?"
After Wan Chaolin vomited blood, his expression eased slightly.
"That evil creature from the Black Wind Valley went crazy for some reason and nearly broke through the Ten Thousand Gods Seal. Your master and several of your uncles had to work together, and after all of us were severely injured, we were able to barely consolidate the seal."
...dividing line...
I was sitting at the head of the bed, typing away, and fell asleep while sitting. When I opened my eyes again, it was already one in the morning. The second chapter, belatedly coming, was about escaping with the lid on my head...
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