There was lightning and thunder in the distant sky, and the wind was raging, but the sky that was originally only shrouded in red light was divided into two at some point, and the sky that was originally occupied by red light actually appeared a white light again, and there seemed to be two behemoths in the clouds in the distance faintly facing each other.

"White Tiger God ......"

"It's really the ghost ...... of the White Tiger Shenzi Mountain"

Cultivators in the lower realms had already been stunned by the tremendous coercion, and only cultivators above rank seven could barely open their eyes and watch the confrontation between the highest beings between the two heavens and the earth.

At this time, people remembered that no matter whether the Divine Son was strong or not, the Southern Chu National Master and the Later Liao National Master served were the most powerful of the Eight Beast Gods.

There is also a rank among the beast gods, the blue dragon god who has disappeared is the first of the four spirits, the next one is the Vermilion Bird God, and the white tiger god is the third.

The position of the Vermilion Bird God is higher than that of the White Tiger God, but looking at the two rays of light in the sky, Ying Baoyue, who was standing on the high platform, touched the tattoo of the snake next to the collarbone, and it was difficult to suppress the shock in his heart.

I don't know if it's because Ji Mo didn't use all her strength, and I don't know if it's her delusion, she always feels that the divine power of the Vermilion Bird God seems to be much weaker than she remembers.

But even so, the Vermilion Bird God is still the most powerful deity besides the Blue Dragon God.

And the only gods that can stop it are gods.

Ying Baoyue looked down at Ji Mo who was staring at her from the audience, Ji Mo, who had just been injured, should have finally lost her patience and wanted to use the power of the Vermilion Bird God to strangle her with one blow.

But once again, it was blocked.

That man, once again, protected her.

Ying hugged the moon and clenched the clothes on her chest, looking at the sky in a daze, watching the strange white light surging in the sky.

This light was completely foreign to her. She hadn't seen the White Tiger God, nor had she seen the White Tiger Divine Son with her own eyes.

She hadn't seen the man.

The strongest wind magician in the Shanhai Continent, a mountain ghost.

Thinking of the wind that first appeared to resist Ji Mo's sword, Ying Baoyue looked at her palm in a daze, and at this moment, the residual ice and snow aura on the high platform quietly rose and surrounded her.

This is, the wind.

The wind mixed with the fine Xiaoice snow surrounded her, but Ying Baoyue didn't feel cold at all.

She knows the wind.

Ever since she first awakened the Teng Snake Breaking Realm Rank Nine above the Ice Lake, this wind has always been by her side.

Every time she breached, it was there.

This wind has been guarding her.

The wind that has always accompanied her.

It turned out to be it.

Ying hugged the moon and closed her palm, put it to her heart, and said thank you in her heart.

She didn't know the owner of the wind, but she knew that there was and only one connection between her and that person. If that person is really protecting her, it can only be for one reason.

"Master......" Ying Baoyue bit her lip and said in a low voice.

At all times, she is guarded by that person.

And at this moment, there was a sudden earth-shattering loud noise in the sky, and everyone fell to the ground with a violent wind, and looked up in amazement to see the red light and white light in the sky collide for the first time!

"Oh my God! This kind of thing happened at the Beginner Ceremony......"

"These two gods are really hands-on!"

"This is a war between the gods?!"

Everyone didn't expect to see the battle between the gods at the mere beginner ceremony!

"Mountain ghosts!" The corners of Ji Mo's mouth, who was standing under the high platform, oozed blood again, and he stared at the white light in the sky and gritted his teeth and spoke, "Even if you lose your cultivation, do you have to protect her?" ”

By the icy lake in the northern snowy mountains, the man in white spat out a mouthful of blood again, and the snow around him was about to be dyed red, but the man was still laughing.

At this time, a hairy snow-white head suddenly poked out beside the man in white, sticking out his tongue and licking the blood on his face.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

The man in white touched the head of the big white tiger next to him, and quietly looked at his palm, where a hairpin was lying.

This is a woman's hairpin, but when you pull it out, you will find another small sword.

Beautiful, sharp, and gentle to the core.

Just like the woman who once brought him light.

"If she's still around, she'll want me to do it." The man in white quietly raised his head and stretched out his hand to the sky again.

Because that's the person she risked her life and the happiness of her life, and she also wants to protect it.

"Look at me, Shubai."

The man in white whispered, "I'll show you." ”

The tiger standing beside the man in white let out a roar, and the roar resounded through the sky, and a bloody smile appeared on the corner of the man in white's mouth.

"Ji Mo, I'm not as strong as you."

The man in white looked at the sky and said quietly, "But I'm not afraid of losing my cultivation, I can't become a human god anyway." ”

He was originally the weakest god son, and he never participated in rank battles.

The barefoot are not afraid to wear shoes.

A sneer appeared at the corner of the man in white's mouth.

He can go out, but Ji Mo can?

"Even though I'm weak, if you want to fight me, you have to be ready to be gnawed by me!"

The man in white stood up from the lake and laughed, "The battle of rank is about to start again, Ji Mo, I want to see if you can keep your seat!" ”

"You want to be a human god, dream!"

Although I couldn't hear the specific words, the laughter of another god son brought by the wind from afar seemed to ring in everyone's ears.

The battle for the ranks is about to begin again.

All the high-level cultivators in the crowd who knew the inside story were shocked.

Originally, the gods of the whole continent were in retreat, just to prepare for the battle of ranks. All the Great Immortal Officials knew that this time they wanted to decide the latest human god. And Suzaku Divine Son Ji Mo is naturally the most promising divine son.

But this time Ji Mo not only got out of the customs ahead of schedule, but also collided with the mountain ghost who didn't care about the rank, if he only lost his cultivation in order to kill a girl who was only level six, and lost the qualification to compete for the human god, then it was really not worth it for Ji Mo.

Ying Baoyue, who was standing on the high platform, closed her eyes when she heard this, she understood that this mountain ghost had really poked Ji Mo's death hole.

Her master's vision is really good, this mountain ghost is really a smart person.

She should be safe.

As the man said, the barefoot are not afraid to wear shoes.

Ji Mo hated her again, but after her master died, the man was left with only obsession in his heart.

That is to become a human god.

And at this moment, looking at the white light surging above the sky, the black-clothed man under the high platform narrowed his eyes, and finally put down the sword of King Goujian of Yue.

His eyes were still angry, but more of them were cold.

The coldness of a high-level cultivator.

If one is only swayed by emotions, then it is impossible for a practitioner to become a son of God.

What matters is strength, and gain and loss.

Now that the mountain ghost is intervening, if he kills this woman again, he will already lose more than he gains.

Now, the gains and losses are decided.

"Southern Chu National Teacher," Ying Baoyue on the high platform opened her eyes and looked at him and said quietly, "The gains and losses have been decided, and you are still troubled to fulfill your oath and recognize my position as the leader." ”

Leader.

All the cultivators present opened their eyes wide and finally remembered this incident again.

However, looking at Ji Jiashu beside Ying Baoyue, people always felt that there was another thing to be clarified.

"Leader? Okay, I can admit your position as the leader," to everyone's surprise, Ji Mo looked at the girl on the stage and spoke cheerfully.

Ji Jiashu's eyes widened unexpectedly, but before his heart could be filled with joy, he saw his father staring at Ying Baoyue on the stage and sneering.

But the peace between Nan Chu and Former Qin ended at this moment. The marriage contract between the former Qin princess and the son of the national teacher has been dissolved, and someone is coming! Send this princess back to Qianqin for me! ”

The people around were shocked and silent, and the teenagers under the tree opened their eyes in astonishment, and suddenly realized what had happened.

According to the tradition of the Shanhai Continent, once the princess and the princess are sent back to China, because they have lost their national body, what awaits them is often solitary confinement.

This is the purpose of the Southern Chu National Division!

Once he was sent back to Qianqin, even if Ying Baoyue got the leader, he could no longer participate in the next mid-level ceremony in Soochow!

But in the face of Ji Mo's words, no one could refute them.

This was originally the marriage contract between Nan Chu and Former Qin, once it was dissolved......

"Then this marriage contract will be handed over to us Soochow."

However, at this moment, no one expected that a man's voice suddenly sounded in the dead silence.

Ying Baoyue was stunned when she heard this, and looked at Li Ji in front of her.

The sound of a pigeon flapping its wings sounded in the distant sky, and a black-feathered pigeon suddenly stopped on his shoulder, and Li Ji breathed a sigh of relief and took down a letter from the pigeon's feet.

He unfolded the letter in his hand and walked up to the high platform.

"From today, Dongwu officially asks for relatives from Qianqin!"

The man in the sacrificial robe bowed slightly to Ying Baoyue.

"I am the adopted son of the national teacher of Dongwu and the king of Dongwu Zhaohua for me to marry the princess of Qianqin for the king of Dongling County!"

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