Yin Peng used his body to show his skills, always separated from Xie Jun three zhang away, and just mocked him sentence by sentence.

"Say you're a puppet, you're still not convinced."

"Let me ask you, if you are the sect leader, can you handle the affairs of the sect?"

"Now that Mongolia is easy to kill, the countries of the Western Regions are destroyed, the trade routes are blocked, and the income in the sect is insufficient, do you have a way?"

"Mongolia worships Buddhism and Taoism, and the two religions of Buddhism and Taoism are powerful, and you can compete with our religion for believers, do you have a way?"

"Seventy-two rudders in the north, one hundred and eight rudders in the south, the hall master Xiang Director is exempt from rewards and punishments, do you have a charter?"

Xie Jun's face turned red from being scolded, and he suddenly roared, turned around and rushed out of the hall, and left directly.

"Bang, bang, bang......" Xiao Tianqing smiled and applauded on the side.

"The Eagle King's words are better than the eagle's talons." He turned his head to look at Wei Moyuan, who was cultivating with his eyes closed, and asked kindly, "The Bat King has always been high, but he must not be interested in the position of sect leader?" ”

Wei Moyuan didn't raise his head, and his voice was cold: "Wei only likes to kill." Don't bother me with anything else. ”

Xiao Tianqing smiled and turned to Yin Peng: "Eagle King, the position of the sect leader depends on the two of us." ”

Yin Peng squinted and stared at Xiao Tianqing, both of them had a chill in their eyes.

"Whoever inherits the position of the head of the sect should be blessed by the Holy Maiden and obtain the permission of the Venerable. The top priority is to invite the saint to return to the top of the light first, and then talk about other things. ”

Seeing that Yin Peng was crushing the canon, Xiao Tianqing suddenly smiled and said, "The Eagle King is reasonable, then ask the Eagle King to arrange people to take the Holy Maiden back to the mountain." ”

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At the top of the Great Snow Mountain, a stunning girl in a Persian dress is dancing under the moon. The waist-length long hair flutters in the wind, the beautiful melon seed face, and the dark blue eyes are sparkling and seductive. Her lips were as bright as the wild poppies blooming in spring, and her bare feet were as white and silky as mutton fat. The red dress inlaid with gems only covers the breasts and hips, and the slender waist and snow-white thighs are exposed, exuding a deadly charm.

This girl is the daughter of Han Zhen, the late leader of the Ming Sect, and the current saint Han Qing. Her moving dance steps are the supreme secret of the holy women's practice, the "Dance of the Divine Prayer". As she danced under the moon, the glimmer of crystal light converged on her and gradually melted into her body. This glimmer of light is the willingness of hundreds of thousands of Mingjiao believers to believe in Mingzun. The power of the wish merges into the body of the Holy Maiden, converging into a torrent in the void, flowing to the mysterious Mingzun Divine Domain, and finally transforming into the divine power of Mingzun.

When launching the Dance of Divine Prayer, Han Qing's body and mind entered a mysterious realm. She could perceive that in the distant void, there was a grand and indescribable aura, exuding a golden glow. In front of this light, she felt so small and vulnerable.

Every time the moon is full, you can feel the coercion of the gods looking down on earthly beings, and you will be engraved with awe in the depths of your soul!

The dance of the gods at the full moon is also a ritual for the saint to convey her wishes to the gods. The increase and decrease of believers, devotion and vacillation, will directly affect the increase or decrease of the flood of willingness. The gods above the void will also reward and punish the saint according to the increase or decrease of the power of the will.

This time, Han Qing found that the number of Wishing Power Torrents had shrunk by one-tenth. She was shocked in her heart, and suddenly she had an understanding. A few days ago, she received news that her father Han Zhen led the elite of the Ming Sect to meet the Mongolian army on the shore of QH Lake. The outcome of this battle, she now knows.

Due to the shrinking of the Wish Power Torrent, Han Qing's Light Divine Skill strength has decreased. This is Mingzun's punishment. But Han Qing didn't care anymore. She felt a sharp pain in her heart. The broad shoulders, warm embrace, and doting eyes can only be found from memory in the future.

She sat quietly on her knees in the snow, like a sculpture.

A few days later, a messenger from the Bright Dome arrived.

The messenger looked at the beautiful saint and could not bear to tell her the cruel news, and was thinking about how to speak.

Han Qing took the initiative to speak: "I already know everything. Tomorrow, I will set off for the Bright Peak. ”

The Messenger's heart was filled with awe, and he retreated.

No one noticed that Han Qing clenched his palm, and his nails pierced into his palm.

"Father, you once told me your wishes."

"The first is to expel the Tatars and restore the Hanjia rivers and mountains."

"The second is to revitalize Mingjiao, so that Mingjiao can replace Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism and become the number one religion in the world."

"But my daughter doesn't want to inherit your ambition."

"Probably all believers think that the gods they worship will bless them."

"However, as the only priest in the Ming Sect who can get close to God, he understands it deeply."

"As a mortal, I don't even have the qualifications to make the gods move."

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The dazzling sunlight hit his face, and Qingjun finally woke up. She was tired and sleepy last night, and finally she couldn't help but fall asleep.

Qingjun wanted to get up, but felt that his body was a little heavy. She hurriedly asked the quantum number to scan her body, and as she expected, she was really suffering from a cold and a cold. After a while, Qingjun felt a burst of cold and heat in his body, and his illness became more and more serious.

In fact, a cold and fever are not a serious illness. Even in the era of technology, colds are still one of the most common diseases, and there is no specific medicine. Patients only need to drink plenty of hot water and recuperate, and they can recover within a few days. However, for Qingjun at this moment, the most difficult thing to achieve is "good life and recuperation". Although a water source has been found, the temperature difference between morning and evening in the desert is huge, so how can you recuperate?

Qingjun struggled to eat something and lay down by the spring to rest. I just felt dizzy and didn't even want to move a finger.

Just then, she heard the sound of a camel bell in the distance. The camel bell is melodious and melodious, towards the spring, getting closer and closer.

Qingjun looked up and saw a group of people in white robes rushing towards this side. The procession consisted of men and women, each with a scimitar at their waists, and a carriage in the middle. Their white robes were Persian-style, with flames embroidered at the corners of their sleeves.

The team also noticed Qingjun. They looked wary at first, but when they saw that Qingjun was nothing more than a teenage girl, their fingers loosened their grips on the hilt of the knife. They did not come up to interrogate them, but went straight to the other side of the spring, and began to set up camp and boil water for cooking.

Qingjun struggled to his feet and staggered to the edge of the group's camp.

When the other party saw Qingjun taking the initiative to come over, he was a little vigilant.

"Where are you going, and can you take me to the nearest city?" I encountered a sandstorm in the desert and got lost...... If you are willing to help me, thank you very much! Qingjun took the initiative to say.