I don't know if An Xin will be tired, but the few people who follow the ice boat are really tired, especially the bear hunters in Qianxi Village.

After all, cultivators in the realm of metamorphosis do not transcend the realm of human beings, and as long as they are human beings, they have physical and spiritual limits.

Whether it is bad weather or frozen landforms, it will accelerate the consumption of the body.

Yang Fan and the others were quite able to withstand the exercise they had come all the way over because of Gegon, but the hunters of Qianxi Village were not so natural.

But this man, who was abandoned by his fellow villagers and divine envoys, held on in the surprised eyes of several people, even if his spiritual power was nearly exhausted, he did not stop, and he was about to faint several times, but he survived.

And this persistence also allowed this uncultivated hunter not to fall behind, biting the boat shadow and arriving at the foot of Donglan Mountain.

Unlike the memories of Yang Fan and the others, the frozen frozen soil of thousands of miles was actually opened out of several criss-crossing avenues, and there were even divine envoys waving spirit wings cruising in the sky.

Hundreds of thousands of people, like the villagers of Qianxi, walked like ants migrating in the iceberg passage several feet high and low, like a canyon, and approached Donglan Mountain.

In a sound of surprise, the frozen earth boat stopped, and the villagers of Qianxi knew that they could only rely on their own feet for the next road.

But the originally impossible migration mission was already close at hand at this time, and looking at the Donglan Mountain Range not far away, no one doubted whether they could do it anymore.

They carried large bags and small bags and joined the procession towards the mountain, and after seeing the last villager merge into the flow of people, the divine envoy An Xin flew back to the sky and returned to a man with eight pairs of spiritual wings on his back and dressed as a priest.

"Tell the great priest of Canglan that An Xin has lived up to his mission and has brought back all the 242 believers in Qianxi Village along with Qiu Xin of the temple and the temple of Baili, and the overall migration of Qianxi Village has been completed, and there are no believers left, and the altar can be recovered by the Divine Machine. ”

The man dressed as a priest looked at An Xin, who was already extremely tired but still holding on to his spirits, and nodded approvingly: "Zexin Angel has done a good job, but there is still a task here, and I have to entrust it to you." ”

An Xin, whose face was like frost, was greatly excited when she heard this, didn't she work so hard just to get more trust from the priest, and now that the opportunity has come, how can she miss it: "My subordinates will do their best!"

"Good. ”

The priest nodded and said, "Now that most of the migration work has been carried out, there are corresponding arrangements on the Luanzhou side, and the resettlement tasks of believers in Qianxi, Zhuangcun, Lunan and Changbai Market Town will be handed over to you." ”

"This..."

An Xin's face was embarrassed: "Priest, my subordinates think that ordinary two-winged angels can do this kind of work, and my subordinates want to join the search and rescue team..."

Looking at the woman's somewhat stubborn face, the priest smiled lovingly, his eyebrows and eyes narrowed into a slit, he gently brushed his hand on the top of An Xin's head, Zeshui's innate qi nourished the other party's body from top to bottom, and persuaded softly: "I understand Zexin Angel's mood when he wants to save the refugees, but the search and rescue work in the Donglan Mountains is nearing the end, and the next step of the Luanzhou Temple's work is to properly resettle the believers."

And this kind of thing, it is difficult to calm my heart when I hand it over to other careless angels, or I can only bother Zexin Angel to suffer a lot. ”

Looking at the priest's fatherly loving eyes and entrustment, although An Xin wanted to prove that she was no worse than other male angels, she still couldn't say anything to refute it, so she had to accept it.

......

Since merging into the migration brigade, Tang Nianfan's mouths have never been closed.

Since the natural disaster, they have traveled nearly thousands of miles to Donglan Mountain, and Qianxi Village is the only living place they have seen, so they are particularly curious about these refugees who don't know where to get out.

Coupled with the fact that the martial artists of the Mortal Realm are fast, Tang Nianfan didn't take much time to run through a few nearby migrating brigades.

I also know that these refugees who came out were all rescued by divine envoys from under the ice and snow that was not known how many feet thick.

Tang Nianfan thought he was knowledgeable, but in the face of the Luanzhou Temple's generosity, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

This way seems to be stunned, and only muttered in a daze.

"No way, how could it be, God is all fake, why would they do this. ”

Such a mindless appearance makes people sad and pitiful.

......

The migration place of Qianxi Village is Luanzhou City.

This is a big city on the border of Middle-earth, with a population of tens of millions, and there are various mixed beliefs in the city, but the most important one is the Wuhao Divine Monarch.

The main shrine of Luanzhou City dominates the temples of dozens of cities in Luanzhou, as well as hundreds of villages and towns.

Of course, these news were told to them by An Xin after returning.

Yang Fan and the others sighed at the strength of the Luanzhou Divine Temple, and at the same time admired the management of the An Divine Court in their hearts.

In fact, along the way, they already had a rough understanding of what level the An Clan Divine Court was in the hearts of the people of Central Continent.

To put it mildly, it is no wonder that An Xin's combat effectiveness is so anxious, after all, in the realm of Zhongzhou, as long as the An family shows their wings, even if the realm is low, it will be fine, and some believers want to contribute to the sacred.

It's just that what they don't understand is that they don't have any good relationship with An Xinke, why did this divine envoy tell them about the secrets of these temples?

An Xin looked at the stunned appearance of several people, and a mouthful of silver teeth was about to be crushed: "Worshipping into the Buddha country means rebuilding, with your age, once you choose this path, it is destined to be difficult to achieve anything."

What's more, the foundation of the new school is unstable now, and it is difficult to guarantee that there will not be any catastrophe in the future. If you want to choose gods and Buddhas to serve, it is better to worship in my Yuanzhou Temple, with my recommendation, you can be baptized in the main temple of Luanzhou!"

Now, even the stupidest person can hear An Xin's meaning.

Co-authored them, and they have become fragrant and sweet?

First the old temple blessing, and then the An Xin priest.

Is Zhongzhou's solicitation so simple and crude!

Several people sighed in their hearts, if they hadn't entered the Wushuang Inner Courtyard before, they might not be able to withstand such a solicitation.

It's a pity that they already have their hearts, and An Xin's gesture of favor is destined to be flattering to the blind.

Looking at the autistic appearance of several disciples who turned a deaf ear and didn't dare to say anything, and looked at their noses and noses, Tang Xing smiled and quipped: "Even if the An's divine envoy wants to dig people, he should talk to them in private, and he will scare a few children." ”

"My Luanzhou Temple has always been upright in doing things, why do you need a private meeting!"

An Xin frowned, and said unhappily: "Master's words are too ugly, you must know that these people have not yet reached the realm of the Buddha Kingdom at this time, they are still the people of Central Continent, free body, if they want to recruit, they will be recruited, do they still need to be approved by the mage?"

"You don't have to, you can do whatever you want. ”

Faced with An Xin's response like a cannon, Tang Xing, who had touched his nose, could only retreat with a sneer.