Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

"Jane... Simple?!" Qin Xiaoya's jaw was about to drop to the ground. This new high priest is really a little out of order, without any self-awareness.

"Deputy General Qin, after talking so much, you still haven't told me what spiritual consciousness is?" Ling Luo once again turned the topic to the point.

Qin Xiaoya quickly calmed down and replied: "The so-called spiritual consciousness is the ability to be favored by the gods in the sky. The higher the spiritual consciousness, the easier it is to communicate with the gods in the sky and gain their favor. This is an innate coming talent."

Ling Luo was still a little confused, and asked, "Deputy General Qin means that I have received the favor of the gods in the sky?"

"Yes!" Qin Xiaoya was very sure, "You are the spokesperson of the gods in the sky, conveying their will to the world, and letting them bathe in the grace of God."

A helpless wry smile floated on Ling Luo's face.

If the gods in the sky really cared for her, how could they let wicked people like Chu Ye and Ling Ying go.

If the gods in the sky really chose him as their spokesperson, how could they let him suffer from the fire in the temple and fall into the abyss of eternal doom.

Good people are struggling in pain and practicing from scratch; all evil people are free and happy in the fairy world.

In this world, there is no real god at all!

Ling Luo's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, the dangerous luster flashed away, and her eyes fell on those prostrate people.

madness!

This is the most intuitive feeling in her heart.

Pinning all your hopes on an unfounded god is nothing short of cowardly!

If you are weak in your heart, you will pray to the blind God.

Rather than that, it's better to keep your eyes open and be your own god!

The country of Dongchen is really corrupt.

Use unwarranted gods to exercise spiritual dominion over your own people, so as to consolidate your kingship.

Ling Luo slowly retracted her five fingers, breaking the resonance between the Extreme Fire Essence and the Cang Yu's pupils, and the red streamer in the Bingyao Temple disappeared in an instant.

On the clear and transparent ice, the poignant and gorgeous manjusawa gradually faded away.

Thousands of prostrate people raised their heads in amazement, their tearful faces full of nostalgia and satisfaction.

A tinge of anger suddenly flooded Ling Luo's heart, her face was extremely serious, her brows were full of heroism, and she said loudly, "Is this enough to satisfy you?"

When thousands of people heard the high priest's question, they all cast doubtful eyes.

They are content.

"Seeing the souls of dead relatives, and then immersed in the emotion of nostalgia, stagnating, is this what you are after?"

Ling Luo's voice was up and down, full of pride, "Let me tell you, instead of remembering and worshiping me here, you might as well take a step out of this temple that imprisons the soul, and live out your own image!"

The dull eyes of the thousands of subjects crawling here have faintly changed and started to shine.

"I saw that many of you, outside the Bingyao Temple, can sleep in the open for many days in order to worship, and the whole person is like a walking dead."

When activating the Cang Yu's pupil, Ling Luo saw a lot of memories about this Bingyao Temple, and was deeply moved.

"What is this? Do you think God will rescue you if you are like this? To feed you, to clothe you, or to resurrect your relatives?" Ling Luo's eyes turned cold, and the corners of her lips curved into a sarcastic arc, "Stop dreaming."