"Help me win the Holy Son's Creation? Who is this? What a loud tone!" Donglin Yanxue frowned slightly as she looked at the small characters on the green leaf in her hand, which were completely composed of intertwined leaf textures.
This is just an ordinary leaf. It is not difficult to change the texture on the leaf. Therefore, Donglin Yanxue cannot judge the opponent's strength through this leaf.
The next moment, Donglin Yanxue's consciousness immediately spread out in all directions, trying to find the person who sent the message to her through this leaf.
What disappointed her was that she didn't find anything until she used her spiritual consciousness to its extreme.
"Since this person is sure that he can help me seize the position of the Holy Son, it means that he is definitely not an ordinary person. But what is strange is why he didn't come to me directly and explain to me in front of me, but instead wanted to use this
How can you tell me to go to Yingyue Lake?" Donglin Yanxue looked at the leaves and pondered calmly, and doubts gradually appeared in her heart: "Or is this matter a fraud? You deliberately led me to Yingyue Lake and did something detrimental to me.
thing?"
Thinking of this, Donglin Yanxue's beautiful eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light. Although she is a woman, she is definitely not a weak and weak person.
But immediately, Donglin Yanxue shook her head. She is a nine-star genius in the Temple of Light, and one of the five quasi-Saint Sons who is about to be selected. In this Temple of Light, who else dares to
Do something detrimental to her?
"On a full moon night, Yingyue Lake, I will go and meet this mysterious figure tonight. I hope he will not disappoint me." Donglin Yanxue murmured softly. The position of the Holy Son, to her, is the same.
There is a huge temptation that is irresistible. As long as there is even a slight chance for her to become the Holy Son, she will never give up.
As night falls, the bright moon rises into the sky. Tens of thousands of miles away from Wanhua Peak, there is a huge lake surrounded by eight peaks. When the bright moonlight in the sky falls, this huge lake suddenly becomes...
It becomes sparkling, and looking around, it seems that the entire lake is covered with a thick layer of moonlight, and the scenery is beautiful, like a fairyland.
This lake is Yingyue Lake, which is one of the famous places in the Temple of Light.
At this moment, by the Yingyue Lake, Jian Chen, who was wearing a white robe that symbolized the Holy Master of Light, was sitting on a huge blue stone with a calm expression. He raised his head slightly and looked at the huge full moon in the sky.
A moment of trance.
"After so many years, I don't know what Fairy Haoyue's situation is like. Her enemy Nan Potian, but standing behind her is the Flame Lord Taishi. This person dares to attack Taishi, one of the seven great saints in the holy world.
The most powerful person in the world, I hope Fairy Haoyue will never act recklessly."
Looking at the bright moon high in the sky, Jian Chen couldn't help but think of Fairy Haoyue, whom he had not seen for many days, and his heart was filled with a little worry.
At this moment, a soft white light streaked across the night sky and slowly landed on the edge of Wangyue Lake.
Immediately, the white light dissipated, revealing a stunning woman wearing a long white dress, her whole body filled with a holy aura.
This person is none other than Donglin Yanxue!
Donglin Yanxue was dressed in white clothes. Her feet did not touch the ground, and she stood suspended an inch above the ground. Her eyes looked around, and finally landed on Jian Chen, who was several miles away from her.
At this time, Jian Chen also retracted his gaze towards the full moon, and turned to look at Donglin Yanxue. He gently pinched it with his two fingers, and immediately a leaf fell down, landing on him by accident.
Between his two fingers, he raised his head towards Donglin Yanxue, who was several miles away.
Donglin Yanxue Feng's eyes narrowed, and she couldn't help but take a good look at Fan Jian Chen, then walked slowly, almost flying close to the ground, approaching Jian Chen, and finally landed lightly on the blue stone where Jian Chen was sitting.
, his feet did not touch the ground, and he stood ten feet apart from Jian Chen.
"I originally thought that the person who summoned me here was at least a God King of Light, or even an elder of a certain temple, or a master sent by some big families and powerful forces outside. But I never expected that the other party would
He turned out to be a Holy Master of Light with One Color Yuan Dan." Donglin Yanxue stared at Jian Chen intently, with disappointment that could not be concealed in her beautiful eyes.
Jian Chen smiled nonchalantly and said: "You don't have to worry about what kind of cultivation I am, because it's not important. What's important is that you only need to know that I can give you even those temple elders,
Even some big families and powerful forces outside can’t give you something.”
"I know you don't believe it. I also know that others are much richer than me and their resources are not comparable to mine. But can these people enable you to achieve final victory in the upcoming battle for the Holy Son?"
A bright light flashed in Donglin Yanxue's eyes, a pair of black eyes flashed with strange colors, she stared at Jian Chen, and said: "I really want to know, what kind of light saint master is relying on the one-color Yuan Dan?"
What gives you such confidence?"
Jian Chen showed an enigmatic smile, and then he turned his hand, and a pure soul suddenly emerged.
As soon as the pure soul appeared, it immediately exuded a pure and surging soul aura, which immediately lifted the spirits of Jian Chen and Donglin Yanxue. Just taking a breath was enough to make the two
People have the illusion that their soul is growing rapidly.
"The pure soul! You...how do you have such a thing?" Donglin Yanxue exclaimed. Facing the soul of marriage, she could no longer remain calm, with her peerless beauty that would captivate the entire country.
It was full of surprise and deep disbelief.
Jian Chen took back the pure soul and said with a smile: "Now, do you believe that I have this ability?"
Donglin Yanxue took a deep breath and slowly calmed herself down. She stared at Jian Chen with extremely complex eyes and said: "Where did you come from, this pure soul?" The pure soul is extremely pure.
Precious, even with Donglin Yanxue's identity in the Temple of Light, she can only understand it through classics and elders' oral descriptions, and she is not even qualified to see the true face of the pure soul.
But Donglin Yanxue knows the function of the pure soul very clearly. It not only has a huge effect on warriors, but also is a supreme treasure for the Holy Master of Light. It is extremely precious, even if it is
It is also a very rare item in the Temple of Light, and many elders have never owned it.
And if she has this pure soul, then her chances of winning the position of the Holy Son will be greatly increased.
"Tell me, what do you want in exchange for the pure soul?" Donglin Yanxue said, suppressing the excitement in her heart.
Jian Chen stood up from the blue stone and said: "Every Holy Son can appoint nine people to be his protectors in the future. I only need one of them. Of course, you also know my cultivation level."
After hearing this, Donglin Yanxue's eyes suddenly became strange, and she said: "You are willing to sacrifice your pure soul to help me become the Holy Son. Your ultimate goal is to become one of my nine followers?"
Donglin Yanxue's gaze towards Jian Chen became extremely strange. She took a step back slowly, stared at Jian Chen with a vigilant expression, and said in a cold tone: "What is your purpose? But I
I must explain in advance that if you want to get close to me and win my favor through this method, then I advise you to give up."
Hearing this, Jian Chen showed a look of extreme astonishment, and his mind was filled with black threads. At this moment, he only felt that he was as big as two heads and two, and there were ten thousand grass-mud horses galloping in his heart.