This is the second time Ye Mingyu has seen the Holy Maiden.

Unlike the first time, this time it felt even more amazing.

She stood by the clear water, scabbard in her hand, but her saber pierced into the cracks in the stone beside her, looking at the water without waves, her reflection fluctuating slightly in the ripples of fallen leaves.

This holiness ......

Mo said that she was in a secluded forest path, even if it was crowded with people, she couldn't hide her peerless elegance.

Ye Mingyu didn't dare to come forward to disturb for a while.

But the saint noticed his coming, and did not look up, but spoke slowly:

"It is recorded in the ancient scriptures that the legendary paladin Joseph, in order to enter the kingdom of God, will do his last good deed on earth.

At the king's request, he decided to save the unconscious princess in the castle and go to hell to find a potion to save people.

"When Joseph overcame all obstacles and arrived at Pak Van Lake, gods and demons appeared in the lake at the same time.

"The gods said, "Your merit is enough, jump into the lake, and you will come to the kingdom of God."

"The devil said, jump down, there is nothing you want on the other side of the lake, and the apostles of the heavenly realm are not welcome in hell."

After telling the legend, she said no more.

After a long silence.

Ye Mingyu lowered his head and avoided the topic.

"Why did the holy woman say this, she was stupid, and she did not see your true meaning."

But the saint did not let him go, and drew her sword, and the silver-white sword was put back into its sheath.

"This lake was part of Baiwan Lake a long time ago."

As she spoke, she threw the whole sword into the lake, and with a thud, the gorgeous sword disappeared in the water and sank to the bottom of the lake.

The sword, which was worth a thousand gold, was simply discarded.

Ostentatious.

Ye Mingyu felt sorry for her:

"Why should the holy woman vent her anger with her possessions?"

"You think I'm angry?"

The saint looked at it with a smile, and there seemed to be light and shadow in her beautiful eyes, looking forward to it:

"I just want to hear how the young man in the oracle would choose to cross the river if he was faced with Joseph's situation... Or enter the kingdom of God? ”

"Since he is an apostle in the heavenly realm, he should follow the will of God."

Ye Mingyu gave the standard answer.

Hearing this, the saint was stunned for a long time, and when she came back to her senses, she smiled helplessly:

"I thought you were a nonsensical guy, but I thought too much... Come here. ”

On both sides of the lake, the branches spread and stretched, twisting and tangling into knots, and finally became bridges flying over the lake.

When Ye Mingyu saw this scene, his expression did not change, and he already had some calculations in his heart.

Even without any magic fluctuations, a single thought can make a tree grow.

The natural school of the Holy Maiden is estimated to have reached the realm of supernatural transcendence.

Even if it's not a forbidden spell level, it's not far off.

In front of the saint's walk, whether it was rocks or branches, all of them automatically avoided, and Ye Mingyu followed behind.

He didn't follow too closely, and he still had a little doubt in his heart.

There is still a conjecture that "the nineteenth generation of saints may be undead".

Because holiness can be disguised, especially for people like saints who are black from the inside out, disguise is even easier.

It's been a long journey.

As we got deeper, the air became more and more cloudy, and the light began to fade behind me, followed by the whispers of elves.

Ye Mingyu felt a little worried in his heart.

This guy wouldn't want to kill me here, would he?

Or look at me so handsome and want to do something unspeakable to me?

While thinking wildly, the saint paused, and the torches were lit in turn in the dark underground space, and there were four dim hedrons in the innermost part, and the saint turned back in front of the hedrons:

"This is where artifacts are stored."

Ye Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not like you want to make a move on me, not only did you save your life, but you also saved your chastity.

He scanned the room, and suddenly saw the magic circle engraved on the ground, and a sense of familiarity surged in his heart.

This circle...... Did I draw it?

At the beginning, the Blue Empire was newly established, and the imperial capital was surrounded by undead.

The first generation of saints had not yet grown to the peak, so Ye Mingyu in the previous life laid out this magic circle.

Grind the dragon king's spine into powder and use it as a formation mark for the inner ring.

Take the blessing of the elven goddess as a word of power in the outer ring.

He also opened the tomb of the first undead monarch Lich King, resurrected him from the rigid state of immortality for 10,000 years, drained the blood of the king, and penetrated into the groove of the formation.

A total of thousands of magicians, hundreds of magicians above the seventh order, prayed for seven days.

In the end, the magic circle was formed, and only then could it be regarded as suppressing the luck of the Blue Empire.

Later, relying on luck, he set up the art of protecting the country and made a major contribution to the expulsion of the undead.

It's a pity that the first generation of saints was extremely talented, and they used themselves as the eyes of the array, and the qi machine was coupled with the magic circle to create a unique qi luck spell of the saint's lineage, and this magic circle was never used again.

Ye Mingyu looked at the groove between the four hedrons again.

It was clear that there was a place to put the staff.

Now it's empty.

Is this a stolen artifact?

As a hub for activating the circle?

But something is wrong, the saint's vein is luck itself, where is the need for a magic circle?

"The Holy Maiden brought me here, do you have any orders?" Ye Mingyu asked.

"You've found the artifact." The saint's eyes burned.

"Uh, this ......"

Ye Mingyu was a little embarrassed.

He's been busy lately.

All kinds of group brush copies,At the same time, you have to take care of the paper people in the game.,By the way, watch the comics.。

Although he tried his best to find the artifact, he couldn't do anything about it.

"I'm ashamed to say that I haven't seen a shadow of an artifact yet."

A gentleman does not tell lies.

Ye Mingyu was really a little ashamed.

Shame clenched the staff in his hand.

I am ashamed of the 100,000 magic coins I get every month......

This shame lasted for a moment before it passed away from the bottom of my heart.

The saint frowned and looked at Ye Mingyu:

"I've heard from the Garrison that there is no artifact in the hideout of those two undead agents, only you have searched their ....."

"I didn't find it either, I thought they hid the artifact."

Ye Mingyu said confusedly.

It's not pretending, he really doesn't know about it.

The saint's gaze was like a photocopier, scanning Ye Mingyu from beginning to end, as if judging whether he was lying or not, and finally muttered for a moment:

"Then continue to investigate, the artifact is related to the lifeblood of the Azure Empire, and there is no room for error."

"Then I'll retire first."

"Exactly."

I saw the saint wave her hand, Ye Mingyu's eyes were blocked by rocks, and the earth fluctuated like water, pushing him to the surface, and in the blink of an eye, he had returned to the original lake.

Ye Mingyu stood by the lake.

I was a little stunned.

Artifact...... Try your best to find it, the game takes precedence anyway.

Speaking of games, 100,000 is spent so fast.

What to do with the next krypton?

Ye Mingyu stood by the lake like a saint, lost in thought.

Well, it seems that the lake is not very deep either.

It's a pity that I lost that saber just now, so it's better for me to use it.

In line with the idea of environmental protection and conservation, Ye Mingyu plunged into the lake, the lake is not big, and the saber is made of special alchemy materials, which emits a faint blue light at the bottom of the lake.

Ye Mingyu easily scooped up the saber.

"This should also be regarded as a personal object, show it to the big guy, and then turn around and sell it back to the temple, and the kryptonite gold will be settled next month."

Ye Mingyu shook off the cold water, turned around and left with his sword.

Occasionally, I still think of that circle in my heart.

Isn't the saint alone enough to suppress luck?

Could it be that the Nineteenth Generation has lost the ability of the Qi Luck Spell?

Or is it something more serious, not so much repression, but cohesion, where luck is stolen?