"Wake up, my child......"

A voice full of benevolence sounded in Ying Rong's mind, and she tried to open her eyes, but what she saw was layers of fog. Ying Rong found herself lying on the cold ground, so she got up from the ground.

Looking around, except for the mist or mist, the moisture kept trying to penetrate through every pore of Ying Rong. She shivered literally, and the shiver warmed her body a little.

Trying to remember what happened before, he seemed to be desperately summoning some miracles for the archbishop, and then the gods finally lowered his anger, and a beam of light hit Ying Rong's body, and then she had her own consciousness again, and she had already appeared here.

"Here it is...... Paradise?"

"Here it is...... Priest's Office!" The voice suddenly changed to a deep male voice, and at the same time, a man came out of the mist, the man was wearing a golden-scale battle armor, even in such a thick fog, the gold-scale armor still flashed with a scorching light. The man was winged and held a masonry hammer that shimmered with a dark golden light. The man stood in front of Ying Rong and looked at Ying Rong with interest.

"You are ......" Ying Rong's heart beat faster, she knew the image of every god, and the one in front of her was exactly the same as the god of thunder in her cognition.

"Reilly, the priest of the Thunderbolt. The God of Thunder didn't sell anything to Ying Rong, but introduced himself succinctly and clearly.

Ying Rong didn't dare to treat the one in front of him casually, the god of thunder, Leili, the god of thunder, was famous for his bravery and good at fighting when he was not a god, and then learned the secret art of thunder, and he was even more invincible on the battlefield. But this one is also notoriously unruly, if he is unhappy, maybe a lightning bolt will hit him directly.

Thinking so in her heart, Ying Rong's body movements didn't stop, and she hurriedly bowed to the one in front of her. She knelt down countless times for the gods in the temple, and when she faced the real gods, she would only be more religious.

"You're quite sensible. Reilly grinned, "You don't doubt what I'm saying?"

"Don't dare!" Ying Rong maintained a posture of prostration, and did not dare to get up, and said: "The little girl prays sincerely in the temple every day, and her admiration for the gods is also growing day by day.

Reilly frowned and asked, "Did someone else teach you this kind of politeness or did you learn it yourself?" it might be useful for someone else, but that's what I hate the most. ”

Ying Rong could only tremble when she heard this.

Reilly then sighed and said, "Forget it, I didn't summon you after all. I'm just a reception, you come with me, I'll take you somewhere. After Reilly finished speaking, he turned around and left, and Ying Rong quickly stood up and trotted to catch up with Reilly. Reilly seemed to be just strolling around, but Ying Rong had to trot to keep up completely.

I heard that there are countless secret techniques between the gods, and this step of thousands of miles of kung fu should also be one of the special abilities of the gods.

Ying Rong ran with Reilly like this, like a dog that followed his master tightly and was about to go home. Running and running, Ying Rong suddenly rushed out of the fog, she turned back in surprise, only to find that there was no fog behind her at all, just an abyss, and a white sky with no end in sight.

Turning his head back, the most eye-catching thing is the palace in the middle, which is so majestic that it looks like an inferior product made of building blocks. Moreover, there are flying dragons and phoenixes circling around the palace, which looks full of fairy energy.

The whole palace exudes a golden light, and the whole body is also made of gold. It's just that this kind of gold is different from the graceful and luxurious gold in the palace, this gold is an indescribable gold, and the first feeling to Ying Rong is actually a gold full of vitality.

Then there is the scenery around the palace, whether it is the forest in front of the palace or the mountains behind, it is the magic of nature, and the skills of human beings will never create such an environment.

There are all kinds of colors in the forest, the most common is red, like the color of some deciduous trees, and there are also many evergreen trees standing in the forest. The red here is not the slightly decayed red, this red is full of life, like a bright cockscomb on the head of a rooster.

Taking a deep breath of the air here, Ying Rong was pleasantly surprised to find that the air here had a sweet smell. With every breath, Ying Rong felt that the internal injuries she had suffered in order to save the prince were better.

Reilly looked at Ying Rong, who closed his eyes and quietly felt the vitality in the air, smiled proudly, and said, "Go forward, little Nizi, the more you go inside, the more vitality will be." ”

Ying Rong nodded again and again: "Obey." ”

Reilly whistled, and two white horses came out of the forest. Reilly skillfully jumped on a stallion, and Ying Rong jumped on another petite mare at Reilly's signal.

Lei Li rode his horse forward, Ying Rong also lightly clamped the horse's belly, and the two white horses walked slowly towards the forest. Ying Rong keenly noticed that the horses looked like they were strolling leisurely, but they also had the same skill of Rayleigh to shrink into inches.

"Little Nizi, listen up. The Priest's Office was originally a forbidden place for mortals, but this time I made an exception and brought you in because something big was about to happen in the world. As our best spokesperson in the world, you have the most important responsibility and a long way to go. You know what? Darkness is coming, darkness that can devour light. ”

Ying Rong shivered smartly, "Could it be that Changxia is going to be destroyed?"

"It's worse than that. Have you ever wondered where you go when you can no longer borrow our power?"

Ying Rong shook her head, she has been working hard to become an excellent priest all her life, and now the gods have told her that you can't borrow our power anymore, and the blow to Ying Rong is almost devastating.

"Have you ever heard of the Age of the Weeping Age?" asked Reilly.

Ying Rong nodded: "It was the darkest era in the history of Changxia, and it was not yet the Qiangu Clan that was in power, and there was not even the Wuma Clan. It was a century of total darkness, in which the living lived in fear of the dead, and the dead did not die...... It will be regenerated ......"

"What you will face will only be more terrifying than that time. Reilly looked straight ahead and said firmly.

The white horse stopped his steps, and the huge and towering palace appeared in front of the two of them. There was a faint Sanskrit sound from inside the palace, and Ying Rong knelt down unconsciously.