"Your Majesty, what are you calling me for?" When he came to the Bailuan carriage, the old elf bowed and asked.
"There is no need to be polite, prophet. I called you here today because I want to show you something." The Elf Queen nodded and handed over the purple wind chime. Then she waved her hand, and the music suddenly stopped, and the atmosphere
It became extremely quiet for a while.
The surprised eyes of countless elves focused on the old elf. They vaguely felt that something big had happened. Otherwise, Her Majesty the Queen would not easily stop the celebration and summoned this prestigious old guy.
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Although Du Feiyu and others did not understand the identity of this old man, every Elf tribe member present knew it very well. This was because he was the most virtuous and respected person in the Elf tribe besides Her Majesty the Queen.
Elf prophet, Putro!
"Yes." Putro bent over and took it, stepped back a few steps, and then looked at it carefully. He held the purple wind chime and watched it carefully for a while, and his shaky body suddenly started to tremble slightly.
"Your Majesty, something has gone wrong. I ask you to temporarily move your carriage and follow me to the temple." The slightly trembling voice showed the uneasiness in Putro's heart.
"Okay." Seeing Putro's serious face, the Elf Queen nodded, waved for everyone to continue, then turned the Bailuan incense cart and flew into the distance behind Putro.
"You guys come together," the Elf Queen's voice fell, and Du Feiyu and the other four waved to Robbie, and flew over behind the Bailuan Car.
This flight lasted about half an hour, and we arrived at the foot of a hillside. There were no flowers in bloom here. Instead, there were clusters of huge green vines. The vines were crowded together, decorating the place.
The dots create a green world. Among the vines, there is a narrow path leading into it.
At this point, the Elf Queen's gentle expression also became solemn. She got off the Bailuan Car and flew in with Du Feiyu and others following the Putro Prophet.
"Hu" After making a few twists and turns, the field of vision suddenly became wider, and an open space appeared in sight. In the empty open space, there was an unusually large temple. The temple was not luxurious, but
But there was a faint atmosphere of vicissitudes of life. The two thick stone doors were tightly closed. In front of the stone doors, two elven warriors with solemn faces stood in awe.
"Guys, come down. Flying is not allowed within a hundred meters of the temple." Putro took the lead in lowering his body and ordered Du Feiyu and others.
Hearing this, Du Feiyu and the other two hurriedly landed on the ground together with the Elf Queen, and followed Prophet Putro closely as they walked toward the temple.
"Pounce" Just when a few people walked into the temple gate, the two elves guarding the temple moved slightly, and a faint white light emanated from their bodies.
"Huh!" As soon as the white light appeared, an invisible pressure suddenly fell on everyone. Du Feiyu felt his body suddenly sink, and his breathing became heavier. Shan Xiaoya and Fu Tianqing's foreheads were instantly covered with
Tiny drops of sweat broke out, and her chest began to rise and fall rapidly. Jinghong, who was less powerful, immediately lost her legs and squatted on the ground, her face turned red and she was breathing heavily.
"This is..." Du Feiyu's face turned cold, and he quickly mobilized the fighting energy in his body. However, when his mind turned around, he was horrified to find that the fighting energy in his body seemed to be lost at the moment and could not be mobilized at all. This situation made him
His face changed wildly.
Without the ability to mobilize fighting spirit, they have no ability to protect themselves. If Naputro and the Elf Queen want to go against them, then the four of them will become the lambs to be slaughtered, with no power to resist. After these few days of getting along with each other,
, although Du Feiyu was not too wary of the elves anymore, this incident happened so suddenly and strangely that it was hard not to be wary.
"Haha, friends, don't panic. The temple is the most sacred place for our Elf clan. You must not do anything to kill here, otherwise it will be blasphemy against the gods. So just in case, any
When foreigners come here, the fighting spirit in their bodies will be temporarily sealed. Please understand." Putro turned his head and smiled kindly. Two soft white lights emitted from the skinny palms, shrouding the four of them.
At this point, Du Feiyu and others felt a little relieved, and the previous pressure also disappeared.
"What a terrifying strength..." He glanced at the two temple guardians with suspicious eyes, and Du Feiyu's heart once again set off a huge wave. He could feel that the invisible suppression just now came from these two.
It emanates from a person. It is under that kind of suppression that he is unable to use the fighting energy in his body.
Currently, among the strong men Du Feiyu has seen, the strongest one is You###, who is the Nine-Star Blood Shura. But even You### is absolutely impossible to suppress him to this level.
So, could it be that these two people in front of me are the existences that have surpassed the Nine-Star Blood Shura? If they have surpassed the Nine-Star Blood Shura, wouldn't they be the legendary soul-level powerhouses? Thinking of this, Du Feiyu's eyes were once again filled with shock.
A look of horror and disbelief.
"Haha." As if he guessed Du Feiyu's thoughts, Putro smiled and explained: "Since the temple is the most sacred place for our elves, it naturally needs strong people to protect it. The two people you see are both
Soul Cultivator."
"Boom!" Putro's understatement was like thunder in the clear sky, which immediately shocked the four people into a daze.
Soul Cultivator!!!
A simple word "soul" is like that huge watershed, blocking out the millions of cultivators on the mainland. Those who can reach this level are all those with amazing talent and character.
Persevering people. In the Blue Cloud Continent, although there may not be soul-level experts, at least Du Feiyu and the others have never seen them. But today, they saw two of them at once.
"Haha, little friends, there is no need to belittle yourselves. It is quite difficult for you to achieve such achievements at such an age. You must know that our elves are different from you humans. Our life span is very long. These two soul cultivators
Even though they are young, they are already over three hundred years old. It is not unusual for them to reach this level." Seeing the horrified expressions of the four people, the Elf Queen also smiled softly and explained.
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Hearing this, the shock in the hearts of Du Feiyu and others has just subsided slightly. However, despite this, their hearts are still full of awe. No matter what, he is also a strong soul-level man!
"Your Majesty, your age..." As soon as the words left his mouth, Du Feiyu noticed the gaffe and immediately stopped. It seemed a bit impolite to ask a woman's age so bluntly.
"Haha, I am already two hundred years old this year, and this Prophet Putro is more than five hundred years old this year." The Elf Queen did not care about Du Feiyu's rudeness and said with a smile.
"More than five hundred years old?" Du Feiyu and the others gasped again, although they all knew that on the entire continent, human lifespan is short, and many strange races and even monsters have lifespans much longer than humans.
, but it was also a bit surprising to see this old monster that had lived for more than five hundred years for the first time.
"Prophet Putro, what about your strength..." After a moment of silence, Du Feiyu asked. At the same time, he glanced at the two temple guardians again. According to his knowledge, since these two temple guardians
A person who has reached the level of a soul cultivator at the age of more than 300 years, so Putro, who is more than 500 years old, should be even stronger.
"Haha, my strength is not much stronger than yours." Putro smiled, but what he said surprised them.
"However, although my strength is very poor, I have a special ability that others do not have, which is the ability to predict the future." Putro continued: "In our elves, there will be one in every generation.
Prophet, and I am the prophet among the elves of this generation. The temple in front of you is the place where I worship heaven and earth. Only in this temple can my prediction ability be fully activated. To put it simply, here is
It’s my own territory only.”
"This wind chime is a bit strange. I want to take you into the temple now to conduct a comprehensive inspection on it. Maybe there will be some terrible secrets hidden behind it..." Putro briefly explained what he had just said.
He waved his hand and said, "Follow me."
After saying that, Putro clasped his hands together and muttered a few spells in a low voice, and then the two tall stone doors slowly opened with a creaking sound.
Behind the stone door is a spacious place. There are many moonstones placed on the stone walls around the hall, which is several hundred square meters, emitting a faint light. However, the area of the hall is too large. Even with these moonstones,
The light inside still seemed a little dim.
In the center of the hall, there is a high platform of tens of meters. There is a tall statue on the high platform. Only when you get closer can you see clearly that the sculpture of this statue is an unusually tall elf.
The statue is very lifelike, with colorful patterns on its body, and two pairs of extremely huge wings behind it. What is particularly eye-catching is the pair of eyes of the statue, which are as bright and lively as real people.
After watching it for a long time, it feels quite breathtaking.
"Children, welcome to the temple of our elves. Here, you will reveal unknown secrets and protect the peace of all living beings. As the new generation of prophet of the elves, please allow me to be here in the name of heaven and earth.
, seek those sleeping souls in the earth, and open the unknown world for us... Let me take you into the sacred realm." Opposite the statue, Putro stood with his head bowed, and a low and old voice sounded in the hall.