"Jane...... Simple?! Qin Xiaoya's jaw was about to fall to the ground, this new high priest was really a little out of condition, and he didn't realize it at all.

"Vice General Qin, after talking so much, you haven't told me what your divine sense is?" Ling Luo once again turned the topic around to the point.

Qin Xiaoya quickly calmed down and replied: "The so-called divine consciousness is the ability to be favored by the gods in the sky, the higher the divine sense, the easier it is to communicate with the gods in the sky and gain their favor. It's an innate talent. ”

Ling Luo was still a little foggy, and asked, "What does Vice General Qin mean that I have been favored by the gods in the sky?" ”

"Yes!" Qin Xiaoya was extremely sure, "You are the spokesperson of the heavenly gods, conveying their will to the world and bathing them in the blessings of the gods. ”

A helpless wry smile appeared on Ling Luo's face.

If the gods in the sky really cared for her, how could they let go of wicked people like Chu Ye and Ling Ying.

If the gods of heaven really chose themselves as their spokesmen, how could they allow themselves to suffer from the burning of the temple and fall into the abyss from which they will never recover.

Good people struggle in pain and cultivate from scratch; All evil people indulge in the fairy world, and they are extremely happy.

In this world, there is no real god at all!

Ling Luo's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and the dangerous luster flashed away, and her gaze fell on the people who were prostrate here.

Stupidity!

This is the most intuitive feeling in her heart.

Pinning all your hopes on a god of no origin is simply a sign of cowardice!

If you are weak in your heart, you will pray to the blind God.

Instead of that, you might as well keep your eyes open and be your own god!

The country of Dongchen is really rotten.

Use unwarranted gods to exercise spiritual rule over your own people in order to consolidate your royal power.

Ling Luo slowly retracted his five fingers, breaking the resonance between the Extreme Fire Essence and the Pupil of Cangyu, and in the Ice Yao Temple, the red streamer disappeared into invisibility in an instant.

On top of the clear and transparent ice, the poignant and gorgeous Manju Sawa gradually faded.

Thousands of people who were prostrate raised their heads in surprise, their tearful faces full of remembrance and satisfaction.

A trace of anger suddenly flashed in Ling Luo's heart, her face was extremely serious, her eyebrows were full of heroic energy, and she said loudly: "Just like this, does it satisfy you?" ”

When the people heard the high priest's question, they looked at them questioningly.

They are content.

"Seeing the soul of a deceased loved one, and then soaking in the emotions of remembrance and stagnating, is that what you are after?"

Ling Luo's voice was subdued and frustrated, with a sense of pride, "Let me tell you, instead of paying homage to me here, you might as well take a step out of this soul-imprisoning temple and live your own life!" ”

Thousands of prostrate subjects, their dull eyes, faintly changed, and began to glow.

"I see that many of you, outside the Ice Yao Temple, can sleep in the open for many days in order to worship, and the whole person is like a walking corpse."

When activating the Pupil of Cangyu, Ling Luo saw a lot of memories about this Ice Yao Temple, and he was deeply touched.

"What is this? Do you think that God will deliver you like this? Is it for you to be fed or clothed, or is it for your loved ones to come back to life? Ling Luo's eyes froze, and the corners of his lips hooked up a sarcastic arc, "Don't dream." ”