Just like Song Er said, the problems of both parties have been solved, and the rest has nothing to do with him.
How Beiyu Shenzong re-selects a saint so that your people believe that faith still exists, and how to use Beiyu Shenshan, which now has no power of faith, to restore the glory of saintliness, is the matter of Beiyu Shenzong.
The Saint failed to gather enough power of faith, and even Liu Yiyi and his estimation of using the Beiyu Mountain as the artifact had nothing to do with him. The matter of designing to frame him had not yet been revealed. Not to mention caring about what the saint will do next.
After rejecting Yelutuo's invitation, Song Er had no reason to tell him the result of that spiritual transformation. There is not a word of truth, it is not worth telling him the details. If you want to know, go to the southern continent to find Song Pingcun.
Song Er and Liu Yiyi still flew straight down from the back mountain and turned to the east.
The journey was slow, and he had a hunch that the saint would catch up. Sure enough, just an hour later, the mortal body that had always been showing off its weakness came galloping from behind, hey! Another actor. Although this speed is equivalent to the physical realm, it is indeed another illusion that has been exposed.
"Mr. Song, wait." Still ten miles away, the saint's message came. After all, they were still at the peak of the Heshen Realm. This seemingly strange combination made Song Ercai slightly relieved of his confusion because of his speed.
"How did you..." Song Er waited for the saint to appear in front of him and was about to ask her how she managed to hide her physique, but she closed her mouth just as she opened her mouth.
The saint in front of her had already put on a veil, her white robe was dyed with a striking red color, and there were blood drops oozing out from her forehead. This was the unbearable result of forced indoctrination.
Song Er did not continue. After she took a breath for a while, he asked, "What are you doing?"
"This body...it's not that I don't want her to be healthy. After today, I...I'm afraid I won't be able to see Mr. Song again." The saint bent over and finished speaking intermittently.
Song Er shook his head. If the saint had told him the truth at the beginning, or if Yelutuo had told the truth, the problem would not have been solved. Everyone would still have troublesome problems.
After waiting for a long time, perhaps because of the cold weather or perhaps because the real blood had almost seeped out, the saint straightened up, with a look of determination in her eyes, "Mr. Song, I will exchange your power of faith with a piece of news, can you?" ?”
"Do you still want such a good thing? I haven't verified whether the method you mentioned to lift the ten thousand blood curse is effective. How can I give it to you?" Song Er flatly refused.
"I'm not afraid to tell Mr. Song the truth. Without the power of faith, I can only reincarnate continuously and never be able to leave Blue Star on my own initiative. I will definitely not be able to return to Beiyu Mountain, and there will be no way to obtain the power of faith. You are my only hope. Please forgive me for all my previous mistakes and give me a chance. I promise that what I will say next will be helpful to you." After the saint said this, she did not care about this mortal body. If he could bear it, he knelt down directly in the snow.
She was also helpless. If she didn't seize this only opportunity, she didn't know how many thousands of years she would have to live so meaninglessly.
"Say it!" Song Er didn't stop her. Since she overdrafted the power of this body to catch up, it won't be long before this body will only decline.
"On Qianji Island, I had a premonition that Mr. Song was going to the abandoned land, right?" The saint's eyes were full of hope, hoping that her guess was correct, otherwise she really didn't know what to give in exchange .
"That's right" Song Er nodded.
"I can only tell you the news about the abandoned land once." The saint pointed her finger at the sky.
"That place was supposed to disappear, but the images were forcibly gathered together by the powerful. It seemed like an illusion but not an illusion, like a dream but not a dream. How did you get there and how did you get back before your life span ran out?" The saint quickly finished what she wanted to say.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a divine fetus rush out from the Baihui point on the top of the saint's head, and directly plunged into the spirit bead that the saint had been holding in her hand. The spirit bead flew to the side with a roar.
At the same time, a bolt of lightning struck the body out of thin air and turned it into ashes.
"This?" Song Er stared at the scene in front of him in stunned silence. The person was right in front of him, but he and Liu Yiyi didn't feel any danger at all. When the lightning struck the saint's body, there was not even a trace of incineration, and it turned into ashes and dissipated in the snow.
Liu Yiyi seemed to know, she pulled Song Er's arm, pointed to the sky, and quickly took her finger back.
Song Er let out a sigh of relief in his heart. It seemed that Liu Yiyi and his ancestors, whose three spirits had the same name as their main body, didn't want to say it, but really couldn't say it.
The spirit bead circled around, flew to Song Er, and sent out a mental message, "Mr. Song, you should believe that what I said is true!"
Song Er nodded, if this is not true, then nothing is more real.
"Then are you..." The soul of the saint in the spirit bead is actually not sure about this at all. If Song Er refused to admit his guilt, she would really have no choice but to escape from the spirit bead and be reincarnated again.
"How long can you last like this?" Song Er thought for a moment and asked.
"If there is no danger, there is no problem for more than ten days, but the longer the time, the more difficult it will be for me to escape from the spirit bead. If it is too long, I will never be able to escape." The saint has reached this situation, and she is not afraid to tell the truth. She can only bet that Song Er can have compassion. This is also the last resort she has been thinking about on the way to pursue her. She hopes that Song Er's kindness in solving the problem of people's faith in the northern continent can also be given to her at this time. On the body. The news about the Abandoned Land was something she accidentally heard in the God Realm. The past secrets of a mother planet were not worthy of her attention, and it was impossible for her to find the past secrets of the mother planet.
"How do you charge it?" Song Er really couldn't bear it.
"As long as you tell me the place, the Lingzhu will take me there." The saint felt ecstatic in her heart, and she finally made the right bet.
"But after this journey, can the spirit bead bring you there safely?" Song Er looked at the spirit bead in front of him, a little unsure of what it was. He really wanted to study it and confirm "All Things Hold Weapons".
"This..." The saint was also in a dilemma. She really didn't consider this issue. Song Er's replacement place was at the foot of Beiyu Shenshan Mountain. She thought it wouldn't be too far, but according to Song Er's words, the distance was not close.
"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore." Song Er suddenly felt that teasing a bead was really meaningless, and he couldn't see any reaction from the bead. "However, I can only give you one-third of the power of faith. The rest I still need to use to lift the curse of ten thousand people's blood. This is also the only way you said."
Although she was a little disappointed, the Saint was overjoyed to get this affirmative answer. This trip to Blue Star, one hundred thousand years of time was wasted.
Song Er stretched out his hand towards the Lingzhu in front of him, but the Lingzhu stepped back, and then took the initiative to approach Song Er's palm. A pure power of faith moved from Song Er's palm toward the spirit bead, and the chaotic color almost completely enveloped the spirit bead.
The Saint in the Spiritual Bead had no time to think about it, and absorbed it crazily, spinning in the air five inches away from Song Er's palm.
While drinking tea, Song Er withdrew his palm and the spirit beads stopped spinning. The saint was greatly surprised that what Song Er passed on was pure power of faith.
If she hadn't confirmed that the power of faith would be rootless water if there was no recipient, she would have thought it was her own illusion. The power of faith in the past 30,000 years was mixed with countless filthy thoughts, but Song Er did not pass any of it to her.
Except for the power of faith that Song Er used to wash away the curse of tens of thousands of people's blood, the rest would eventually dissipate. Although she knew there was enough surplus, she could not ask for more.
My heart is touched at this moment, but now she is just a bead. She can't do anything except convey the word "thank you". She has said what she can. As for the future, I am afraid that we will never meet again.
"Mr. Song is benevolent and righteous, and has the heart of a saint. After we say goodbye today, I'm afraid we won't see each other again. These treasures and mineral information on the northern continent should be regarded as a thank you for Mr. Song's benevolent heart and saintliness!" The saint said a paragraph from the spirit bead. The information is all about treasures and mineral deposits in the northern continent that are similar to ten thousand year ice cores.
Then, the spirit bead flew towards the sky at a very fast speed. Until he was out of sight, Song Ercai and Liu Yiyi quickened their pace and ran towards the port.
An hour later, there was a muffled thunder in the air, but it was not thunder on a sunny day, nor thunder and lightning before a rainstorm, but a sound like a sharp weapon piercing the skin, and then it was quiet.
"Is this how she left?" Song Er looked at Liu Yiyi doubtfully.
Liu Yiyi looked up at the sky and nodded.
