In the cold land of the north, in addition to the snow, there are crystal ice crystals, these eight handsome men and beauties with a brilliance that can almost be called holy, white clothes fluttering, a pair of jade hands are so white that they are almost transparent, just like that, the wind blows the hem of the clothes, revealing the same white bare feet, even if they are monks, Zhang Xiaohan can't help but chill them in his heart.
For such a holy scene with a halo on the top of his head, Zhang Xiaohan appreciates it, but he will not lose his mind because of appreciation, and the same is true for hibiscus, but Ye Weiyang's expression makes Zhang Xiaohan a little uncertain.
Ye Weiyang's face was covered with flowing divine light, his eyes were full of pious respect, and his eyes, which were already as clear as water, seemed to have completely bottomed out at this time, with a desire for faith, such a look made Zhang Xiaohan's heart twitch slightly, and she suddenly couldn't understand whether this was the original intention brought by practicing the Divine Clan exercises, or whether Ye Weiyang did it deliberately.
There was almost no greeting, and the eight divine cultivators who greeted them respectfully led the way ahead, and with the footsteps of the white wolf, they even followed effortlessly.
Surrounded by eight divine cultivators on the left and right, Zhang Xiaohan and the three of them sat on the white wolf and walked all the way, such a beautiful and important hospitality etiquette, if the mind is slightly unstable, it will show cramped and uneasy.
I really came to greet him, and it took me more than half a day to see the mountains in the distance, covered in snow.
The eight divine cultivators made a gesture of rest, and then flew down, stepping barefoot on the crystal white snow, unable to tell whether it was snow or jade feet, Zhang Xiaohan and the three jumped down from the white wolf, reached out and patted the white wolf's head, and the three white wolves ran happily into the distance, stepping on the snow with four hooves, rolling up the snowflakes and flying away.
Facing the mountains, the eight cultivators knelt down reverently, their right hands on their hearts, their left hands on the back of their right hands, their eyes staring at the mountains, and their mouths began to chant.
Zhang Xiaohan quietly took a few steps back and held her forehead with her hand, such a pious atmosphere was too easy to infect, she didn't want to be infected.
She is a person without faith, no matter the past life and this life, even if it is the next life, she is sure that she will not have faith, the previous life is because of unbelief, this life is because of strength, the next life, hehe, after experiencing the past life and this life, will she still believe in anything The voice of the chant was pure, with the joy of admiration, admiration, and hope to sacrifice himself as a sacrifice, Zhang Xiaohan stood silently behind, looking at the snow-white back, but his heart was also at peace under the atmosphere of this chanting.
Ye Weiyang stood silently behind her with her eyelids down, she didn't look at anyone, only looked at the crystal snow under her feet, and the sound of singing seemed to fall into her heart with magic, causing her heart to resonate, and for a moment she even had the idea of kneeling and singing with them.
Such a pious belief was definitely not forced, and a watery face slowly appeared in her mind.
These divine cultivators must have been arranged by Shui Chun, and he is the source of faith in these divine cultivators When the eight gods chanted, there was always an invisible power of faith that left the body with the chanting, and others could not see it, but these eight gods and Ye Weiyang saw that the power of faith had been condensed as if it were substance.
After the chanting was over, the fatigue of the long journey on the eight cultivators was all swept away, and their faces showed more joy, and the eyes and backs of the snow-capped mountains were so reverent that they couldn't bear to look at them directly.
Zhang Xiaohan wanted to ask Ye Weiyang several times, but he couldn't open his mouth in such a pious atmosphere, even if it was a divine sense transmission, it would blaspheme them.
It's scary.
Zhang Xiaohan stared at it for a long time and came to such a conclusion.
She thought that the power of faith of the Protoss was also a kind of cultivation, but she never thought that this power of faith would be so devout to such a terrifying degree.
Ye Weiyang was also infected, and hung his head and was silent for a long time.
"We believe in the water lord."
A nice voice suddenly spoke, breaking the silence, Zhang Xiaohan raised his head, and it was one of the four female cultivators who spoke.
"We are all willing to dedicate our hearts and our humble bodies to adults, and only desire for adults to take pity on us."
When she spoke, her eyes appeared feverish, and Zhang Xiaohan had no doubt that as long as the water lord in her mouth gave her a look, she would not hesitate to crawl over.
"Mizu-sama must be a noble monk."
Ye Weiyang's voice came, and her voice was equally light and spirited, without the slightest earthly mundaneness.
"Like the sun, it gives us brilliance and warmth."
The voice of the other male cultivator was also undisguised and undisguised love.
Zhang Xiaohan half-lowered his head, thinking with a headache, they didn't express their belief in Ye Weiyang all the way, this obvious flaw The eight divine cultivators wouldn't fail to see it.
"I'm really looking forward to meeting Mizu-sama."
Ye Weiyang showed admiration at the right time.
"We're looking forward to it too."
All the gods expressed the same opinion.
Zhang Xiaohan recalled the white wolf, she couldn't stand it a little, not because she couldn't stand the piety of the gods, but this piety actually made her feel guilty, as if she had committed an unforgivable heinous crime as a person without faith.
Half an hour later, they approached the mountains, and there was no trace of greenery in the mountains, and the snow seemed to have been accumulated over hundreds of years, and there was no desolation, but ice and jade.
Flying over a high mountain, the eyes suddenly opened up, between the layers of mountains one after another tall buildings stand majestically, in the middle of the building is actually full of flowers, full of spring.
Standing on a high place and looking at these tall buildings, it is tantamount to looking at a vast city, the water cold clan subverted Zhang Xiaohan's imagination of this extremely cold land, and the sight was just from afar, the demonic energy in the sandalwood suddenly swayed, and his heart jumped.
Such a vibrant spring made Zhang Xiaohan ignore the gentle divine light, and when she came to the entrance of this large building, she suddenly found that the entire building complex was shrouded in divine light.
At the entrance, there is a carved gate full of flowers and dreamlike scenery, which can be appreciated as a work of art, and this architectural style is completely different from the human world, bringing the viewer the first thing to come from the depths of the heart of amazement and admiration.
There was a melodious chant in front of the door, even if you couldn't understand the lyrics of the chant, you could feel the joy inside, a young man and woman who was smooth the water, the same white clothes, the same divine light flowing, the same white hands and bare feet, the difference was that their hands were full of flowers, and one hand was countless petals fluttering, such an almost grand welcoming ceremony made Zhang Xiaohan and Mu Hibiscus and Ye Weiyang a little dazed.
Didn't see the master, it was not suitable to ask, Ye Weiyang was simply shocked to the point of confusion, as the two monks who "followed" Ye Weiyang, Zhang Xiaohan and Mu Hibiscus had to be silent as always, following behind Ye Weiyang, even the three white wolves were a lot more settled, and they were behind in a proper manner.
The eight cultivators completed the task, and an older cultivator came over and guided the three of them to the guest room, this cultivator claimed to be the steward of the Shuihan clan, and only when the guests arrived, he was needed to appear in person.
Zhang Xiaohan and the three of them went to the guest room to rest in their hearts, and the housekeeper also intimately told them when they left that they could walk around here at will, of course, if it was not necessary, they should not enter the building, including the temple.
Finally entering the room, finally not having to bathe in the pure divine light at any time, and more importantly, finally not being poisoned by the chanting of praise, the hibiscus was immediately clothed with a ban, a small area, in the room.
The three of them looked at each other, and it took a while for them to find themselves.
"Weiyang, the cultivation of the gods to the end, will be like this" Even if it is brainwashing, it will not be washed to this extent, the soul contract of the human world has been signed, and the party who is the contract slave will not worship the master to such an extent, after being in the human world for so long, seeing that the divine cultivation of the divine realm is like this, some words of the previous life that Zhang Xiaohan has long forgotten, hulala all came to mind, and the current state is described as "three views are broken", which is simply appropriate.
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"How do I know, I have been imprisoned by you, just a few kinds of divine exercises, not very advanced, I have never seen the person who provided me with the power of faith, let alone fed back the power of faith, you ask me, I still want to find someone to ask you to listen to the title, my lord, hehe."
Ye Weiyang didn't have a good temperament.
Ye Weiyang bumped into Zhang Xiaohan not once or twice, let alone a day or two, but every time he collided, in addition to the disrespectful tone, the words were also reasonable, Zhang Xiaohan was rarely unhappy because of this, and now listening to Ye Weiyang say this, he naturally frowned and said to Ye Weiyang: "Such divine light and piety, does it have an impact on you?"
Ye Weiyang snorted, hesitated for a while, and glanced at Zhang Xiaohan: "If I become like those divine cultivators, you should divinate a few more times." ” Zhang Xiaohan was stunned, and his heart suddenly gushed out with some warmth, looking at Ye Weiyang's eyes softened, but Ye Weiyang didn't want to see Zhang Xiaohan's eyes, and snorted coldly: "Don't look at me with that kind of look, I'm not for you Boss Zhang, when I think that I will be so devout and want to dedicate my life, body and soul, I myself am full of goosebumps, disgusting, you and I can never change this character, if I change like that, it is really better to die." ” Zhang Xiaohan sighed slightly, but Mu Hibiscus smiled: "No." ” As soon as he spoke, Zhang Xiaohan and Ye Weiyang both looked up at him, and Mu Hibiscus smiled: "Night Daoyou and Boss Zhang both have this kind of temperament when they are strong, and Night Daoyou is stronger than I imagined, so what Night Daoyou is worried about will not appear." ” Rarely, Ye Weiyang didn't refute when she heard this, she thought sideways for a while, nodded slowly, and said in a rare gentle tone: "Let's go out for a walk, we always have to get used to it." ” Zhang Xiaohan also nodded, maybe it was because of the divine light, the demonic energy and immortal intent in the body were suppressed, and the muscles and bones of the intuition were not far from here, but the demonic qi did not move by itself, and Zhang Xiaohan could not urge it, and when he went out for a walk, he might feel something.
The three of them left the room.
The movement of the three of them was indeed not restricted in any way, and most of the monks who passed by were white-clothed and barefoot, with a divine light flowing on their faces, but they did not show a surprised expression on the cultivation of people like Zhang Xiaohan and Mu Hibiscus, and when they saw it, they bowed slightly and avoided it.
The so-called water cold clan is located in a wide area, but the most in it is a temple, the scale of the temple is similar, only in the center there is a largest temple, towering, you can see it from afar.
But this residential area is really boring, there is no auction hall without shops, and it is best not to enter the building at will, except for the building and the flowers and plants around the building, the three of them turned around in a big circle, and they couldn't see anything.
These buildings that are made in the alchemy room refining workshop are all found in any family in the human world, and they can't be seen here, nor can they see the place where the spiritual plants are planted, and they are quiet everywhere, if it weren't for the occasional divine cultivator entering or leaving the temple, it would be as if there were just three of them alive.
Divine cultivation really doesn't eat the fireworks of the world That's not right, they had some contact with the divine cultivation when they first entered the divine realm, and there was also Gardenia, the divine cultivation also had magic weapons, and the three of them turned around for half a circle, only to feel that everything in this place was weird, and it was simply unimaginable.
In the largest temple, Shui Chun was standing in the middle of the temple dressed in white, and the butler had just come to report the movements of the three visitors.
Even the steward was not allowed to enter this temple, and only the water was allowed to enter this highest and most glorious temple.
Shui Chun stood quietly in the center of the temple, he looked up slightly, looking at the hazy statue on the high platform, the entire Shui Han clan, except for him, no one could see through the true face of this statue, and no one dared to try to break in here to watch.
Everyone thought that he was worshipping a certain divine cultivator in the immortal realm, just like all the divine cultivators standing at the highest level in this continent, only he knew that in the past ten thousand years, the power of his faith was still there.
He stepped forward slowly, stretched out his hand to brush the surrounding of the statue, the flowers that had not withered became more and more delicate after being moistened by the divine light, and the fragrance of the flowers surrounded the statue, at this moment, the haze on the statue suddenly faded, revealing a slightly curious and somewhat simple and decisive statue of the statue, the statue's eyebrows and eyes were clear and lifelike, but there was no half of the divine light, and the clothes were not the costumes of the gods, if Zhang Xiaohan walked here, he would definitely be surprised.
This is clearly Zhang Xiaohan's image, but from the face, the owner of this statue is very young and young, her eyes still have the purity that has not been retained by the years, and the decisiveness of killing is also with the purity of her heart, she is looking at it curiously, thousands of years, since this temple has stood tall, she has been looking at him so curiously.
Every day, at a fixed time, Shui Chun would come here, and everyone thought that he would reverently send the power of his faith here, but they never thought that he would just look at the statue quietly, without any distractions. t1706231537: