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Chapter 822 Falling into a Dream (2)

Jing Shi Maha was angry, and said angrily: "Stop this lunatic!"

The gods did not dare to delay, and took action one after another.

I saw more than a dozen god statues came out of the gods together, and the eight golden immortals shot at the same time.

All of a sudden, lights of various colors filled the temple, but instead of illuminating the temple brighter, it revealed a more suffocating side of the temple.

Two sages, eight star palaces, and eight golden immortals.

That is the power of almost all the peaks in the world, gathered in one place.

And all the power gathered on Wanyan.

Although some forces rushed to her like a flood, some tried their best to push her away from the flood.

At that moment, Wanyan prostrated herself on the ground, raised her head with difficulty, and saw that the sky was filled with brilliance and radiance, obviously wrapped in a sense of suffocation of despair, even drowning the pain in her whole body.

But in her remaining consciousness, there was still a ray of strangeness with a wry smile.

Jingshi Maha, who has a blood feud with her, and the Eight Great Golden Immortals, who have never met before, are saving her.

And for a very long time, Jing Shajialan, who she felt close and familiar with inexplicably, was trying to kill her against all odds.

Seeing that Wanyan had reached her limit and there was only one remaining breath left, all the gods went to see Jing Shijialan in disbelief. When they were surprised that he really didn't care about Wanyan's life and death, Jing Shijialan finally stopped.

Jing Shijialan's determination force was suddenly withdrawn, and all the gods were shocked because of the sudden output of determination power.

All the determination receded, only Wanyan was left collapsed on the ground.

She was like a small fish stranded on the beach after the tsunami passed, with mottled wounds all over her body, and blood all over her body.

She thrashed about trying to stay alive, but she simply couldn't get back into the sea.

If it wasn't for Wanyan's body still rising and falling slightly, everyone would have thought she was dead.

The temple, which was overflowing with divine power just now, suddenly fell silent.

Both Jing Shijialan and Jing Shi Maha stood at a high position, looking down at Wanyan faintly.

It seems that they are all indifferent, but in fact, I don't know who it is, and the whole heart is thrilled.

The rest of the eight great golden immortals slowly returned to their god positions.

Wanyan was the only one left in Nuo Da's temple for a while, and even the afterglow of the setting sun cast on the dome quietly escaped.

Wanyan was lying in the center of the boundless temple, she was as small as a dust that had fallen.

At this time, Wanyan couldn't care less about noticing that there were dozens of eyes with various emotions all around her, all falling on her back, almost piercing her spine.

She just wanted to try her best to keep her last breath, so that she could get out of here alive.

After a long time of luck, Wanyan was finally able to prop up her body with difficulty.

Wanyan got up together, the wounds all over her body were like a reservoir with an open gate, and blood flowed wantonly.

Even the blood on Wanyan's forehead was about to flow into her eyes, Wanyan raised her hand stiffly to wipe it off, but she didn't know that her hands were also covered in blood, and the blood was instantly stained, leaving blood stains all over her face.

Embarrassed, vulnerable, helpless, betrayed.

Wanyan struggled like a trapped beast in the middle of the Colosseum surrounded by tens of thousands of people.

Or pity, or gloat, or intolerance, or secret pleasure.

Different people have different perceptions and emotions, but not even one person went up to help her.

After an unknown amount of time, Wanyan finally got up from the ground.

She couldn't even stand upright, but Wanyan put her hands on her knees and bowed to the palace.

Afterwards, Wanyan turned around slowly, put her hands on her waist, barely supported her body from falling apart, and then moved out step by step with difficulty.

No one knew how long Wanyan had been walking out of the temple.

But everyone knows how many steps she took.

For the first time in thousands of years, Shahua's blood stepped onto the Renqing Temple, and she left behind a series of clear blood footprints.

The second she walked out of the Renqing Temple, Wanyan fell forward, her eyes went dark, and she didn't know anything.

Here, in that person's place, she will never be assassinated, Wanyan is unaware of it.

She just knew that before she got married, she was still useful, and she would not encounter sudden disasters.

She is also qualified to pass out after being seriously injured.

Looking at Wanyan who was planted in a pool of blood, Gongjue Zhanshu asked Jing Shijialan softly:
"Your Majesty, do you want to send the God of Medicine to take a look?"

Jing Shijialan's gaze tugged at Wanyan's body, but finally withdrew it, and said indifferently:

"No need."

Jing Shijialan sighed softly, and said softly:

"Her injuries look dangerous and fatal, but in fact, most of them are skin and flesh injuries, and the internal injuries are not serious. She will recuperate by herself."

These words seem to be explaining to Gongjue Zhanshu.

It is also like comforting Jing Shajialan himself.

All the gods withdrew from the Renqing Temple one after another, and Jing Shijialan walked in the front.

Even though she was getting closer and closer to Wanyan who was in a pool of blood, Jing Shijialan's eyes were getting farther and farther away from her.

Gongjue Zhanshu was behind him, and asked softly:

"Your Majesty, do you want to send Empress Zhun back?"

Jing Shijialan remained silent, and in the next second, his footsteps passed over Wanyan's blood.

"Bring her back to the Sanctuary of Immortality."

. . .

That night, Wanyan dreamed of her mother.

It's clearly in a dream, the background, mother, and everything has a sacred illusion, but Wanyan's emotions are so real and so strong.

Wan Yan knew very well that this was all a dream, but she was still extremely excited.

Since Qiluo died, this is the first time Wanyan has dreamed of Qiluo.

She obviously had too many things to say to her mother, but when she actually saw her, Wanyan couldn't say a single word.

She just flung herself into her mother's arms, crying and crying.

Wanyan was almost bleeding in the temple, but she didn't shed a single tear.

At this moment, Wanyan was crying uncontrollably.

Wanyan cried like a child who has been wronged all the time, but she didn't say a word about what wronged her.

Qi Luo in the dream didn't speak, just hugged Wanyan tightly, and patted Wanyan's back, light and gentle, like coaxing a child.

Wanyan cried for a long time, and finally raised her head.

In the first sentence, Wanyan didn't say how much she missed her mother, she said:
"Mother, take good care of yourself over there, but don't worry about me. I didn't suffer any injuries today, and the people in Tianxuan Hall didn't make things difficult for me."

These words were so far-fetched, Wanyan couldn't help lowering her head, and looked at the dripping wounds all over her body.

Wanyan immediately said again: "Hey...these minor injuries were all found by the child himself, and he insisted on suffering."

Wanyan wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and burrowed into Qiluo's arms, like a little ghost reporting to a king, she babbled heavily in a nasal voice.

(End of this chapter)