If you stir up dust,
Luo Xiu flicked,
A long song brings peace of mind,
No way! Good morning!
-----(gorgeous dividing line)-----
"Master Yelu, please come over."
Before Song Er could wait for the saint to speak, he called the anxious Yelutuo to the tombstone of the first generation saint.
"Saint, come here too." Song Er ignored Yelutuo who looked nervous, turned around and waved to the saint a few feet away.
The saint also walked over with a confused look on her face, but carefully tightened the spirit beads in her hands.
Song Er ignored their respective moods and stood beside the cracked coffin of the first generation saint. He told the story of Song Xizi. Of course, he was not familiar with the specific details and certain things that no one could know. Didn't talk about it either.
"Although this is the life of ordinary people, it is the simplest epitome of human nature. It is impossible for everyone to be completely calm, calm and objective." After Song Er finished speaking, he briefly summarized it to himself, Then he said: "Saint, I can't represent anyone, and Master Yelu can't represent everyone in the northern continent, but I sincerely express my gratitude to the 'first generation saint' for everything she has done. The faith she needs, the people of the northern continent The people gave it. But you have to strip away the faith that the people need, and bring good and evil with it, which is not the name of holiness."
"You..." The saint didn't expect Song Er to have such an attitude in the end.
"I also believe so! The Saint's move will not only involve the people of the northern continent, it will also involve more collapses. It is not even an exaggeration to say that if various factors and conditions are put together, it is very likely to open up the entire blueprint. The chaos of the stars." Yelutuo didn't really think that much, but Song Er's words reminded him. The more he talked about it, the more he felt that it was very likely to happen. At this moment, his eyes were staring directly at the spirit bead in the saint's hand.
The saint's hand holding the spirit bead began to tremble. Song Er's words undoubtedly gave a signal. Not only was she unable to fulfill the faith she wanted to collect, but she was afraid that even this spirit bead would no longer belong to her. . Unconsciously, he took the spirit bead into his arms and said, "Mr. Song, are you planning to rob it?"
"If the saint can understand what I just said, I think based on the saint's own experience, there won't be a way to get the best of both worlds, right?"
The conversation between several people was also heard by several supreme elders of Beiyu Shenzong. As soon as the saint's words came out, several people communicated with each other and began to slowly move towards the tomb of the first saint in a fan shape.
The saint was so flustered at this time that she didn't notice it at all, but Liu Yiyi saw it. When she raised her hand, an ice wall appeared in front of her, "Let's wait outside for the results of their discussion!"
"Little girl, it's none of your business." One of the Supreme Elders saw that the incident had been discovered and did not shy away from it. He said directly to Liu Yiyi. There are several people in the late and peak stages of Heshen Realm. Even if Song Er joins the Saintess camp, they are confident that they can win over these three people. What's more, one is in the empty realm, one is in the early stage of the Heshen realm, and the other is at the peak of the Heshen realm even though his cultivation level cannot be seen.
"What are you going to do?" The saint also noticed at this time, took two steps back and stepped aside. Without the power of faith collected over the past 100,000 years, her combat effectiveness would be scum. It's good to be able to deal with the power of a soul in the Heshen realm, not to mention that it's not a fair competition now, so she can't stand spiritual attacks. If you are forced to reincarnate, you have no idea what your situation will be like five years later.
"Don't worry, saint. I promise that as long as you don't do anything drastic, there won't be any accidents. Including the spirit beads in your hands." Song Er glanced at the few northerners who were filled with spiritual energy. The Supreme Elder of Yushen Sect.
Song Er's words immediately reminded Yelu Tuo who was standing next to him, and he quickly said to several Supreme Elders outside the ice wall: "Master, all Supreme Leaders, please wait a moment. Mr. Song and I are thinking of a solution."
"Is there anything we can think of? If we take down this incompetent saint, everything will be restored to its original state." The Supreme Elder, whom Yelu Tuo called his master, spoke.
"Yiyi, tell them to shut up."
"Yes, sir."
Liu Yiyi answered, already casting a spell on her hand, and the ice wall instantly surrounded her, turning into a translucent igloo.
Several people were surrounded. Of course they didn't think that Liu Yiyi could really trap them, but it only took a moment for them to understand that this was either asking for their consent or imprisoning them.
Yelutuo knew Liu Yiyi's ability, but he didn't expect it to be so strong. The saint also saw this scene and completely gave up any illusions.
"Actually, it's not that there is no way. It's just that we need another spirit bead. This one, Mr. Song cannot stay in Blue Star forever anyway. I can't say the reason, but please believe me, what I say is absolutely true. Really." The saint hesitated for a moment, but still said a possibility.
"Why?" Song Er asked.
"Lingzhu is the foundation to suppress the power of faith. Without the spirit bead, the power of faith is rootless water. It can neither exist in Beiyu Mountain nor be preserved. It will dissipate over time. But without a goal, faith There is no way to collect the power." The saint gave a reason, but it sounded like it was difficult to do.
"Master Yelu, what do you think?" Song Er finally took the initiative to ask Yelutuo's opinion for the first time.
"Actually, it is not difficult to choose a saint. Since the largest group of people are ordinary people, and there is no saint, it is not difficult to create a saint. However, this is the first time I have seen a spiritual bead. Can I refine one? I'm really not sure." Yelutuo also told the truth.
"Don't think that you can secretly use the power of Beiyu Mountain's faith to treat the wounds in the sect and think that you can refine spirit beads. Without the power of mind, you don't even have the door." The saint couldn't help but say something, because Yelutuo As soon as he opened his mouth, he said that the saint could be replaced, which made him so angry.
"Beiyu Sacred Mountain can store the power of faith. Isn't this done by your saint?" Yelutuo was retorted by the saint's words. He was a little confused for a moment, but he said something that neither the saint nor Yelutuo mentioned. The problem.
"Huh!" The saint couldn't deny it, otherwise she wouldn't have chosen to land here.
"Thank you both for your popular science. I think you two can definitely resolve this matter through negotiation." Song Er heard some clues from the words of these two people. Since there is no spiritual pearl, Beiyu Mountain can also store faith. No matter what the reason is, at least the problem can be solved.
The suppression and storage of the spirit beads that the saint mentioned was based on her desire to refine the artifact. However, after a hundred thousand years, it is estimated that the artifact is almost ready, so even if there is a glimmer of hope, she will not say this. come out. But she didn't expect that Yelutuo would tell her about this matter. The saint girl just felt like the sky was falling and the earth was falling.
"Holy Girl, if I'm not wrong, the Beiyu Mountain has become such a powerful place that it can store the power of faith without spiritual beads, right?" Song Er ignored the two people's anger and asked calmly.
"Guess." The saint looked at Song Er's indifferent expression and knew that things were completely out of control. There should be no secrets in everything in front of him.
Song Er didn't mind the saint's attitude, "I guess so. In this case, the conflict between you two no longer exists, and I can leave."
"Wait a minute." Saintess and Yelutuo spoke at the same time, and turned to glare at each other at the same time.
"Where is the power of my faith?" the saint asked, looking at Song Er with tearful eyes.
"What is the power of your faith? This is the power of faith of the people of the northern continent." Yelutuo, who had solved the problem that had been troubling Beiyu Shenzong, refused to give in.
"I think you are all mistaken! That belongs to me." Song Er looked at the longing eyes of the two people.
"I said you Blue Star people are all greedy people, and it's true." The Saint also let go, "But, you really don't want to know Blue Star's biggest secret?"
"Isn't it the result of spiritualization?" Song Er glanced at the saint. All the high-level experts in the southern continent knew about this matter. The northern continent would also know about it sooner or later. He didn't mind letting Yelutuo know about it.
"Ah! How do you know?" The saint looked at Song Er in disbelief, then turned to look at Liu Yiyi behind her, "Could it be her."
"Shut up," Liu Yiyi sternly scolded the saint, "You dare to say anything, and you are not afraid of divine punishment!"
The saint looked up to the sky and quickly covered her mouth.
Song Er's brows twitched slightly. Although he knew some unknown things from his ancestor with the same name, he still didn't have an accurate answer. And now the conversation between the saint and Liu Yiyi undoubtedly opened another crack in the door.
"Saint Girl, you framed me, and I worked for you for more than two years for free. The power of faith is not too much as compensation, right?" Song Er looked at the Saint Girl, said coldly, turned around and said to Yelutuo said: "Master Yelu, I have helped Beiyu Shenzong solve such a big problem. I need the power of faith to wash away the curse of ten thousand people. Do you have any objection?"
The saint and Yelutuo were speechless for a moment, really having nothing to say.
