At this moment, Xia Zizhu's eyes were closed, her head was lowered, like a puppet being lifted, her feet did not touch the ground, and a cloud on the soles of her feet dragged her up and over the crowd towards the remains of the saint.

Everyone was shocked, and the patriarch had to stop the eulogy and turn around to look, just as he saw the little girl coming in the clouds.

The patriarch was surprised and shouted, "Zhu'er, what's wrong with you?"

The air was very quiet, except for the sound of thunderbolts, no one answered him, the great elder saw that this situation was not right, and hurriedly said: "Could it be that the pearl girl is the chosen saint?"

"Yes, I don't think this is an ordinary situation, you see that the clouds on the soles of her feet have changed color, isn't that a colorful auspicious cloud, a good sign?"

"yes, she's completely unconscious now, you see, she's closed!"

"The saints of the past generations have not all encountered all kinds of inexplicable guidance, and finally verified their identity in the temple of the saints, as long as the magic mirror will show the saint's experience backwards, it means that she is the owner of the magic mirror, our saint. ”

"Look, look, she's flying!"

Ji Zigong listened to what they said, and as she looked over with her fingers, sure enough, Xia Zizhu was standing on top of the flames, and the flames had already submerged her legs, but there was no sign of fire around her.

The flame seemed to be conscious, and automatically gave Xia Zizhu a place, Xia Zizhu was in the middle of everyone's eyes on the flame, and when people were amazed, a pair of transparent wings suddenly grew on her back, and the wings fluttered, flying out of the flame with Xia Zizhu, standing in the air like an angel.

Xia Zizhu never opened her eyes during the whole process, she was completely unconscious, and just when people were amazed, the sky suddenly became dark and gloomy, as if she had suddenly entered the night.

The Great Elder immediately stood up and said loudly: "Don't panic, everyone, my Wu Clan's Chosen Holy Maiden has always been abnormal, let's wait and see, don't move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a lightning bolt came to the sky, this lightning was unusually bright, piercing the entire sky, and it touched the ground visibly with the naked eye, and the degree of the bright light was not far away, Ji Zigong felt that the air flow around him trembled, and he almost couldn't stand steadily, as if there was an earthquake.

Accompanied by the lightning came a loud thunder that made people's hearts sink, and the thunder was so loud that it was as if someone had beaten a big drum in his ear.

Someone in the crowd whispered: "The weather of the Wu Clan has been really abnormal in the past two days, I remember that the most recent lightning and thunder was about eighteen years ago, and this posture will not kill people!"

"Shhh, don't say bad things, you see that the patriarch's daughter is still flying in the sky, I'm afraid that the former saint is giving her a will, hasn't there always been a former saint who has passed on some secrets?"

"It's like you say that, but why do I feel creepy and panicked by this thunder?"

The person kneeling on the ground was saying one by one, when a black ball burst in, smashed on something at a speed invisible to the naked eye and fell to the ground, and the other side also flew out and a person lay on the ground.

The big guy was really startled at this time, and they all ran away, the black ball was huge, and it smashed Xia Zizhu who was hanging in the air and carrying wings behind him.

The black ball slowly unfolded, the thunderstorm gradually subsided, the sky gradually brightened, the rain stopped, and everyone looked cautiously.

It was obviously a person, but her hair was like an exploding egg roll, fluffy covering her entire face, and it was impossible to see who it was under the black hair, and her face was as black as burnt.

The only thing that could be seen was that it was a woman, and her clothes were as black as coal, and there were large holes and small holes that were in tatters, and the color could not be distinguished.

There are all kinds of indications that this person is very likely to have been hit by the lightning and thunder just now.

Ji Zigong was surprised by this situation, and he asked, "Is it so fierce that you witch clans have always chosen saints?

The patriarch coughed weakly and said, "The Holy Maiden of the Wu Clan is determined by heaven and cannot be controlled by man, so both of these are possible. ”

Ji Zigong nodded and said puzzledly: "Then why don't you go and see if that person is dead?"

The patriarch nodded his hand, and someone behind him hurriedly ran to the black charcoal, and probed with his hand: "Report to the prince, he is still alive!"

Ji Zigong laughed: "This is interesting, one is an angel brought by colorful auspicious clouds, and the other is a black ball rolled into cinders, oops, which one is it?"

To be honest, Ji Zigong's mood suddenly improved now, when he saw Xia Zizhu almost becoming the chosen one, he was resistant in his heart, but now a ball suddenly came, which was better than Xia Zizhu.

The Great Elder bowed and stepped forward and said: "In this case, then please ask the prince to move to the Holy Maiden Temple, in front of the Holy Maiden from all walks of life, no one can say that there is no need to panic, the magic mirror is the thing of the Holy Maiden, passed down from generation to generation, it will automatically recognize the Lord, and it will not deceive people!"

Ji Zigong walked in front, and someone behind him lifted the black charcoal and Xia Zizhu, both of whom were unconscious.

After entering the temple of the Holy Maiden, the Great Elder sat on the ground, and the other four elders sat on the ground like the Great Elder.

The patriarch suddenly spoke: "It's safe in the Holy Maiden Temple, you don't need to cast spells, right?"

The Great Elder immediately retorted: "Could it be that the patriarch has forgotten the disaster eighteen years ago, it was the same situation that day, lightning and thunder, and then a woman came in inexplicably, I don't know how she broke through the defense at that time, and the woman knelt in this holy temple at that time."

A bolt of lightning struck directly on the woman's body, all the statues in the temple of the Holy Maiden collapsed, the magic mirror was almost destroyed, and the woman seemed to be an evil after being caught, and she couldn't kill or speak.

On that day, the concubine began to fall seriously ill in the palace, and almost had irreparable consequences, you know, it has always been a hundred years of election, if there is no one to replace the saint fairy in the middle of the way, can we bear the consequences?

Fortunately, we stopped it in time, the statue was returned to its place, and the concubine died nine times for life, so that she has the brilliance she has today, and we must not let the saint be in any danger. ”

"Since there is a lesson from the past, it is better to be careful, this holy temple can no longer be hit and destroyed, otherwise it will threaten the safety of the holy woman, the lifeblood of my witch clan will be guarded by a few of us, and the patriarch can look at the magic mirror to verify it!"

The patriarch opened his mouth several times and stopped, and several elders had already sat on the ground to cast spells, and all the previous efforts had been abandoned.

The patriarch took the knife and thought for a long time, and after worshipping the statue of the Holy Maiden, he made up his mind to cross Xia Zizhu and cut a knife on the black charcoal finger with the knife, although the finger was black, but the blood was bright red, and the patriarch took a drop of blood and dripped it on the magic mirror.

The magic mirror did not react, and the patriarch's heart suddenly ignited the light of hope again, which showed that this person was not the chosen saint and not the owner of the magic mirror.

The patriarch said excitedly: "Since the magic mirror does not recognize you as the master, I can only do things according to the regulations, you are not a ......"

Before the word saint could be spoken, the magic mirror suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and Ji Zigong instinctively blocked his eyes with his sleeve, and was attracted by the picture when he looked at it again.

That's where he rested last night, the VIP Building.