Quick Transmigration Goblin: Don't tease, the villain is turning black

Chapter 720 The final chapter of the return of the gods 9
The woman was dressed in spotless white clothes, her eyes were dark and cold, she sat on a wooden chair with an indifferent face, her long black hair was tied with a ribbon.

Occasionally, a few strands of hair on both sides fluttered with the breeze, and a ray of sacred warm sun just climbed up the side face of the woman Ruyu. She was bathed in the sun, her beauty was sacred, and her beauty was thrilling.

She obviously didn't have any gorgeous clothes and jewelry, but she relied on her temperament and strength to make Liu Yao feel like a formidable enemy.

A trace of jealousy flashed in Liu Yao's eyes, she always held her head high like this, but she could easily get everyone's astonishing gaze, and she tried her best to dress herself up, but she was barely equal to her.

"Elder Chaolin, the four saintesses are all here."

The temple maid respectfully reported to the six elders sitting on the steps.

The entire sacrificial heaven is vast and boundless. There are seven chairs placed on the 33 steps. Right now, the six chairs on the left and right sides are all occupied, and only the chair in the middle is empty.

Wan Chaolin sat on the left of the empty seat and looked at the old man with black hair and white beard sitting on the right of the empty seat:

"Elder Qiu, what did the Palace Master say?"

Qiu Zhongkui had a Chinese character face, and his expression was cold and serious: "The master said, let the god prayer ceremony begin."

Wan Chaolin sighed, knowing that the Palace Master didn't want to show his face.

"In that case, let the ceremony begin over there."

God prays, God prays, the point is to pray to God.

The saints only need to pick a fragment of the spiritual core, put it on the sacrificial altar, pray to the gods sincerely, and wait for a result.

Liu Yao sat below, looking at Quan Jiu with her charming eyes:
"Whether it's killing monsters or catching monsters, you always like to take the lead. Why did you change your gender today?"

Quan Jiu met Liu Yao's scrutinizing eyes, and slowly stood up.

I have to say, sometimes, the person who knows you best is often your enemy, Wan Chaolin didn't even notice it, but Liu Yao picked it out just by meeting him.

The original body was not passive, so Quan Jiu had no choice but to stand on the altar and look at the fragments of the spiritual core placed in the water tank.

There are more than a dozen fragments of the spiritual core, and the shape is a bit like shells broken by the sea, but from the outside, there is not much difference.

Of course, it doesn't matter if there is a difference, the fragment of the spiritual core is just a carrier, and the gods value the spiritual power of the saint.

Quan Jiu picked and picked, and finally chose the smallest and most shabby one, and put it in his soft and white palm.

"I've chosen."

Seeing the spirit core fragment in her hand clearly, the corners of Liu Yao's mouth twitched, and he looked at Quan Jiu again as if looking at a fool.

This is disrespect to the gods.

Wan Chaolin's complexion changed slightly, disapproval flashed in his eyes: "Luan'er, are you sure you don't want to choose another one?"

His voice was not loud, but low-pitched, putting pressure on people.

Quan Jiu stared at the fragment of the spirit core, which had black lines on it. The one in her hand looked like a pig with a smiling face, like a piggy Peggy:

"No choice, master, just this one."

Wan Chaolin sat down with a sullen face, while Qiu Zhongkui's tensed mouth relaxed.

The second person to play was Liu Yao. She chose the spirit core fragments with the least black lines and a medium shape. Qiu Zhongkui nodded, obviously satisfied with this disciple's final choice.

The four saintesses had chosen their carriers, and Wan Chaolin spoke again.

"Now attach spiritual power to the fragments of the spiritual core, and use your thoughts to try to communicate with the gods."

Quan Jiu tried to operate according to the original body's memory, she slowly closed her eyes, raised her hands, and concentrated her attention, and soon, her eyes became pure white.

When she came to the most critical step, her breathing slowed down unconsciously, and she began to try to send a communication message.

There is a faint feeling that seems to be calling her, cooperating with her, comforting her, making her unconsciously relax, relax, relax again...

Quan Jiu entered the state of harmony between man and nature, and his expression was unprecedentedly calm, but at this moment, the pure white in front of him changed, and all the white dissipated little by little, forming a huge handsome face.

The man was dressed in white and stood under a peach blossom tree, with pink petals flying all over his body. If he felt something, he turned his head, a pair of crystal-colored eyes were clear, and they were directly facing Quan Jiu! ! !

Further down, there are the man's deep facial features, tall nose bridge, and pink moist thin lips... Because this face is close to Mrs. Quan Jiu, all the facial features of the man are magnified, causing a strong visual impact on her ...

"Fuck?!!!"

Quan Jiu was so frightened by the approaching giant face that he opened his eyes, his little heart was beating wildly.

This face is good-looking, but the timing of his appearance is not right, just like when you open your eyes early in the morning, you see a face close to you, eyes staring, nose staring nose, the distance between the two of you is almost zero .

Quan Jiu stood with her eyes open for a long time before she calmed down her breathing. She turned her head to look at the other four saintesses. The four of them were breathing steadily and looked calm, as if they had just fallen asleep standing up and hadn't been frightened at all...

On the high platform, Wan Chaolin looked at her worriedly, while Qiu Zhongkui looked optimistic.

Quan Jiu blinked.

What the hell is going on with this face?Who is the man?Why did it appear in her sea of ​​consciousness? ? !
Also, why did Liu Yao and the others not respond?
Facing the bewildered Quan Jiu, Wan Chaolin's expression turned ugly. Quan Jiu looked at him for a second, and then he had an idea in his mind.

She wanted to see the human face again.

Closing her eyes again, she tried to relax her body, preparing to be scared in advance...

But this time, the human face did not appear again, Quan Jiu frowned slightly, and the scene in front of him had a new change.

very dark.

very dark.

Can't see five fingers.

Quan Jiu tried to use his spiritual power to communicate with the gods, and a gleam of light suddenly bloomed from the originally pitch-black mass.

It was at this moment that Quan Jiu could tell that there was a cave around him. The cave was pitch black and there was no daylight.

She wanted to see the scene in the cave clearly, but as soon as she gathered her mental strength, a needle-prick pain came from the sea of ​​consciousness! ! !

She saw a pair of eyes.

Only one pair of eyes, hiding in the darkness.

His eyes are dark.

Sad and indifferent.

Ruthless and desireless.

Her heart sank slightly, and she wanted to see more, but she had to open her eyes again due to the severe pain in her consciousness.

The strong sunlight broke into her eyes, making her squint uncomfortably.

Surrounded by the familiar altar, Liu Yao was standing one meter away from her, staring at the cold sweat on her forehead with a puzzled expression.

Quan Jiu was still immersed in the oppression brought by her black eyes.

These eyes obviously do not belong to the giant face.

She remembered very clearly that the first time she saw the man, his pupils were a faint amber color, while the second pair of silent eyes were thick and deep black.

Quan Jiu let out a long breath and wanted to make a third attempt, but the fragments of the spiritual core that had been placed on the altar suddenly cracked.

(End of this chapter)