Supreme Divine Concubine

645 Chapter 0647: Heavenly Festival

Faintly, they actually felt that there was a shadow of the God of Light on Guyun.

This cognition set off a storm in their hearts.

Guyun was just dazed for a moment, without stopping, walked all the way to the sacrificial altar, Qi Xiu was in front, Ling Qingchen walked beside Guyun, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "The first generation of the Guangming God Sect The pope is a descendant of the group of protoss who were driven into the mortal world thousands of years ago, so the Light God Sect has always inherited the appearance of the temple."

Even though Guyun just hesitated for a moment just now, Ling Qingchen who was standing beside her caught it. Seeing that her gaze was always on the sacrificial altar, she easily guessed the reason.

As a newcomer to the Guangming God Sect, he is like Guyun, who feels kindness to the familiar buildings around him and at the same time feels disgust from the bottom of his heart. The last thing left to them by the Protoss is nothing but hatred.

Guy Yun couldn't help but be amazed by Ling Qingchen's keen mind and insight, he could always easily see what she was thinking.

The question that has always been in my heart since I came to the Guangming God Sect has finally been revealed at this moment, which made Guyun care about another question, "Since the gods lived in the mortal world thousands of years ago, why can't I find any people?" A descendant of the protoss?" she asked in a low voice.

Thousands of years ago when the Three Realms were first established, the people who were exiled to the Mortal Realm were involved in all seven clans except for one Shura clan who was annihilated by the heavens. But today, this continent has become the territory of the human race.

More or less, there are still a few descendants of various races living in the mortal world, and the gods, except that she and Ling Qingchen fled from the gods to the mortal world more than ten years ago, she has never seen a single The descendants left behind by the Protoss people thousands of years ago.

Even though the Protoss is not the most powerful among the Eight Clans, it will not be reduced to the point of death, otherwise the Protoss in the God Realm will not be able to reach their current status.

Ling Qingchen was silent for a moment before answering her question, "There is nowhere to look for this answer."

Now that the gods in the mortal world have disappeared, they have become a cloud of the past, and now there is no trace to trace the reason for their disappearance.

While the two of them were talking, they had already walked in front of the statue of the God of Light, with the hundred-step ladder behind them, which seemed long, but it was just the same as the usual road.

Qi Xiu kneeled on the ground, knelt under the statue of light, clasped his hands reverently, and muttered something silently, Gu Yun and Ling Qingchen lived on either side of him, one left and one right.

Everyone stretched their necks to watch this scene, so quiet that only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

Gu Yun looked up at the statue of the God of Light, and the conversation with the God of Light that day jumped into her mind again, and her mind sank suddenly.

When his thoughts wandered, Qi Xiu handed a simple short blade to Guyun's hand. Guyun looked at the short blade in his hand, raised his eyes suspiciously, and heard Qi Xiu's explanation.

"Here are the Temple of Heaven, the Temple of Earth, the Temple of the Sun, and the Temple of the Moon. You drip blood into the four altars. If there is no response from the altars, it means that the God of Light has acquiesced in your status as a saint, and the heavenly sacrifice is over. "

Guyun: "..."

If there is no accident, anyone's blood dripping into this altar will not produce any reaction. Isn't everyone can become the Pope, Holy Son, and Holy Maiden of this Light God Sect?
And these people are so convinced of this...

　The heavenly festival and whatnot are purely fabricated by the author, and cannot be equated with history. I don't know what I am writing... <(__)>, I am busy making PPT today, and I will add more tomorrow!Good night!Good night!Good night!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)