Wang Xiaotao and Changsheng returned to Dingzhou, and Xiaobao cultivated here.

Of course, Xiaobao was very happy to see them, and prepared the softest bed and the warmest room in the world for them.

Changsheng fell into a deep sleep in his room.

Xiaobao followed Wang Xiaotao into her room, and as soon as she closed the door, she sat on the edge of the bed with a serious face, and asked her: "Niangniang, why didn't you call me this time to kill Ao Ren?"

"Mortals must die, Niangniang, is there anything else Xiaobao has not done well enough?"

The corners of Wang Xiaotao's mouth hooked slightly, and touched Xiaobao's hair, "Mortals do have to die, but Xiaobao, you always forget the latter sentence, mortals will take care of themselves."

"If you don't let you go, it's my care for you, when I need you, you will naturally know, you don't have to wait to dedicate yourself all the time, all you have to do is live well, it's enough to be yourself, you know?"

Xiaobao pursed his lips, nodded, and obediently lay down beside Wang Xiaotao's hand, no longer bothering.

Wang Xiaotao closed her eyes and had a very trivial dream.

There were only a few fragments of the dream that were illogical, covered with a gray fog, reminding her that it was just a dream.

She hadn't dreamed in a long time.

When she woke up again, she didn't know what she had dreamed about, but she felt very relaxed, her whole body fluttering, and she felt like she was about to soar.

"Niangniang, when will you ascend?"

Xiaobao has been sitting on the couch next to her bed, supporting her face with her hands, lying on her bed and looking at her, seeing that she is awake, and asking curiously, "Everyone is waiting for you." ”

They are people on a 'net', and this connection binds them together, like the strings of a kite, light and tough.

Through this "net", Xiaobao can feel that Wang Xiaotao has the strength to soar many years ago.

But she just doesn't fly.

I'd rather suppress the pain of the surge of spiritual power than soar.

Xiaobao could only feel that Wang Xiaotao was becoming stronger day by day, and the 'net' that only they could feel as believers in Fuyao Niangniang was becoming stronger and stronger.

But she still didn't understand why Wang Xiaotao hadn't risen yet.

"Even the god of light back then heard that he was going to soar recently, in the sparsely populated place in the northern polar region, the god of light can soar, you are a swaying lady!"

Xiaobao muttered, "It's cheaper for him, if his followers are all on Jiuzhou, how can there be his way to ascension!" ”

"He's finally going to ascend." Wang Xiaotao touched Xiaobao's supple black hair without a match, like touching the cat hair of a kitten, and she was not angry or sad when she heard that the god of light had soared one step ahead of her, but had some surprises and surprises.

She raised her eyes to look out the window, and the moment she raised her eyes again, her gaze instantly crossed a space of thousands of miles.

The land of Jiuzhou is close to the direction of the northern polar regions, and the statues of Fuyao Niangniang that almost every household is worshipping have flashed a slight floating light.

Fuyao Niangniang, séance here.

The believers who saw Fuyao Niangniang's manifestation hurriedly knelt on the ground, desperately kowtowing and praying for Fuyao Niangniang's mercy and blessing.

Wang Xiaotao looked at the polar direction through the eyes of these gods.

After a lot of hard work over the past few hundred years, she finally incorporated those statues of Fuyao Niangniang into that 'net'.

She can descend directly to the idols worshiped by the believers, and no longer has to talk to the believers through dreams as before, and her communication with the believers has gone from the empty dream to the real idol.

She is the idol of the god, and the idol of the god is her.

Over the years, she has also made a lot of jade statues, stone statues, spirit stone statues, and agate statues······ The more precious the material, the more power of faith she can draw.

After many years of operation, Fuyao Niangniang is now the people's desire on the land of Jiuzhou, and Changsheng is on behalf of Wang Xiaotao to run in all directions, vigorously build palaces and temples in various parts of Jiuzhou, open caves and erect statues, and can also do very effective, so it attracted all the people to worship.

The more believers there are, the more contemplation there is, and the stronger the power of faith that comes with it.

The immortal selection conference in the Immortal Building has not been held for hundreds of years, just because Wang Xiaotao is still in the world and has not yet soared.

If she doesn't ascend, the Immortal Selection Conference will have only her riding the dust, and others can't reach it.

Fuyao view has been the same in these years, and the incense is prosperous.

Even Jin Nanjing, the famous general of Nantianmen, has rarely gone down to earth in recent years, just because Wang Xiaomoss has not yet soared, he can only watch the believers rush to the Fuyao view of Fuyao Niangniang to worship and have no choice.

In the past few years, Wang Xiaotao has no longer needed to communicate with the believers through the séance, the believers worship the gods and express their wishes, and those black-robed priests will naturally fulfill their wishes for Wang Xiaotao.

Wang Xiaotao still doesn't save the dead, doesn't help the wounded, doesn't prolong his life, doesn't give away children, doesn't care about marriage or luck, just sends money to the simplest thing, and the task of the black-robed priests is also very simple, that is, to send the money to the home of the person who prayed to Fuyao Niangniang.

At this moment, Wang Xiaotao put his eyes to the north, and the countless black-robed priests on the land of Jiuzhou also sensed it, and turned their heads to look at the north in her direction, waiting for her order, they would not hesitate to launch a charge, or a war.

The god of light in the north naturally didn't know that his home was being watched closely by countless people at the moment, and now he was not in the north.

The people of the Land of the Polar Night hid in their homes, trembling at the statue of the God of Light, praying that he would successfully resist the Thunder Tribulation and ascend smoothly, so that the sun would never be extinguished in the Land of the Polar Night.

They bowed their heads and prayed for their gods, unaware that the golden shimmer particles that fluttered from their bodies were supporting their gods in the face of the wind and thunder.

The light is above.

The light is not extinguished.

One after another, the Nine Heavens Thunder slashed at the body of the God of Light, he had no weapons, he opened his arms, floating in the air, and resisted the thunder tribulation that belonged to him alone.

In the dark night, countless lights gushed out from the body of the god of light, and the calm snow ice surface was like a smooth mirror, condensing those rays of light into a pillar of light, and then reflecting it to the dark sky, with indomitable bravery, resolutely facing the falling purple Nine Heavens Xuanlei!

The mid-air of the Polar Night Land in the North suddenly erupted with a dazzling light that could blind everyone's eyes!

In the land of polar night, the sky is cracked, and the earth shakes.

The Ten Thousand Miles Glacier was split by the Nine Heavens Thunder that fell from the sky, and cracks one after another.

There is obviously no sun in the entire northern land, but when the god of light comes out to fight the thunder tribulation alone, the dark polar night of the northern land has its own rising sun.

After a burst of lightning and thunder that shook the heavens and the earth, a crack opened in the cloudy sky, and golden sunlight spilled through the gap into the northern polar night land, which was the first time in thousands of years that the polar night land ushered in the sun in the polar night!

The people of the Land of the Polar Night, ignoring the cold that could kill them, ran out of their homes with tears in their eyes, knelt on the ground and bowed down to the place where the gate of heaven was wide open to reveal the light.

The light is above.

The light is not extinguished.

The light lives on.

In the golden warm divine light, the god of light soared.

Thank you for the lost memory, and you will never remember the monthly pass support of your classmates! Bixin ().

The god of light has soared, will the moss be far away!

A very, very, very cool way to ascend has been designed for Moss! Hahahaha, super heartbeat, super middle two!

Very much in line with the pomp and circumstance of the moss!

I want her to become the most fashionable goddess in the four seas and eight wildernesses, the three realms of nine continents!

There are fewer and fewer opportunities for newcomers to appear in the back, and some students want to sign up as soon as possible for cameos, so you can arrange it here hahahaha

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