[Long and short, hard and soft, no limit to size, self-constructed space, from earth to sky, livable in new gods...]
The two mask-masking believers chanted repeatedly, smiling, they should be masks of joy.
"Dad, do you know what this is?" Ying'er didn't understand.
"This description is too broad..." Li Yue shook his head, "Don't say far away, just say close. Can't Liucui be described like this?"
Ying'er thought about it carefully and found that the fluid just now was indeed long, short, hard and soft, and could reach from the ground to the sky.
"It's okay, don't worry about it. It doesn't matter what he wants to give as a sacrifice. Anyway, we will know it until the end." Li Yue walked around in the drizzle corridor and felt more and more that he didn't see the battle of faith here.
It's so easy to get up there.
The first, of course, is the hidden Thosos.
Secondly, why is Sistorum alive till now?
Finally, there is the old goat himself who has not done anything yet - no matter what is going on in the mask-covering society at this moment, he is still just a minion of the high altar and may not know the old goat's true plan.
If you want to spy on this matter, Redcoat's side is more likely.
The living people either went to the empire to become slaves, or became believers or sand people.
"Who's going to do that tonight?" Tuolumin threw the fruit back and then picked up the two dominoes from the ground.
A white hand held the fruit, picked it hard, licked it, and smiled.
"Bring nourishment!" the believers cheered.
[This is bad now, you can’t let him see... what the Bone Car Cult is doing...]
This is a man with white palms, a weak body, thick hair, and an ice skate in his hand.
"Hang it in your sacred tree.
The thoughts of the two masks of joy stopped for a moment, and then merged into one, forming a double-sided fruit outside the garden.
Thinking about it, Dai Jiang went a little further, transformed into a shadow demon, and read out Noley Moore's summons.
Li Yue already knew something about Lao Goat.
In the last second, vines and flowers grew out of the seven sense organs of these two Masked Cult believers.
[Uh...haha...]
"You want believers again, but not faith? Just like other sects." Li Yue secretly noted the savage holding the ice skate and prepared to contact you outside the Colosseum.
The surroundings were so white that I could temporarily tell where it was.
Currently, it is known that Sistorum is preparing a ceremony for the arrival of a new god in the Ice Eye, and other heretics are moving closer to the Ice Eye...
After observing the garden for long enough, Li Yue and Ying'er knew that the believer of the Seven Seasons Cult was named Tuolummin, and he should be the leader of that group of Seven Seasons Cult.
"Feed no one!" the believers responded.
If we can complete the advancement to the imagination stage after the old goat stops moving, we will be able to handle it more easily...
Vines ran through their faces and masks, tightly intertwined.
Li Yue didn't even bother to understand the growth rules of the sacred tree. He knew that everything was distorted by the source of the information. The sacred tree may not be a tree. Someone knows what it originally was.
In short, tonight's seventh game of the Centennial Killing Cup will definitely be noisy.
And Li Yue thought that he heard too little content from our voices, and on the contrary, the words revealed even less information - the Seven Seasons Divine Religion does not have that kind of belief other than assimilating other beliefs.
Yingying appeared in the shadows, opened a door, and led Dai Jiang to the location of the giant bone car.
But no one knows whether the teachings of the Seven Seasons Cult are to attract fewer believers, or to solve the urgent needs of mankind in the small continent of Kaios.
I am sure that the ceremony in Sisgobra will be over soon. Maybe we can’t rush over first and light up the drizzle corridor?
"And when you go to Demon King's City, you will also pay attention to this forest! Let it nourish your sacred tree..." Dai Jiang Jingmin's voice became low, "Grow food and feed everyone!"
[Is he ready? Everyone in the drizzle corridor...has sensed it? 】
That kind of sound was very difficult to detect. It must have been that Li Yue had wandered around the Forbidden Forest for a while to show his kindness, and he didn't even notice it.
I haven't seen the Youye Sect, the Masking Sect, and the Carrying Sect in the Colosseum, and now Li Yue doesn't have any idea how the Qi Qi Qi Shen Church plays.
"You go! You go! You go!" The savage-like believers of the Seven Seasons Cult each picked up the flowers around them and pointed at the leader Tolemmin with their flower bones.
Noley Moore was of course most concerned about Li Yue's promotion and decline, and the first question he asked was that.
"Dad, what kind of forest are we talking about?" Ying'er's attention was focused on the first half of Tolemmin's words, but not on the latter.
Li Yue didn't know when the ritual would be launched, but according to the old goat's habit of always taking over the last one, it is estimated that the day the ritual takes shape is the day the old goat takes action.
The next step is to lurk in the Giant Bone Car for a few days to listen to what Redcoat is thinking.
[Yes, only the ice eyes are missing.] Dai Jiang responded to Yingying, [But you still have to decide when and how to retreat...]
If the Seven Seasons Cult can really produce limited food, it is indeed very small.
But just as Li Yue was about to leave, the sounds of growing branches and leaves suddenly disappeared from the voices of the two happy masks.
The small continent of Kaios has been at war for years. First, the expeditionary force attacked the old Holy See, then the Empire came to attack the Demon King's City, and now it's the battle of faith in the north...
After deciding on the retreat strategy, Li Yue wanted to know as little as possible about the plans of the small altar and the old goat, so as not to attract necessary attention when he looked into the ice eyes.
"We are also going to participate in the Killing Cup..." That time Ying'er understood what Tolemmin said.
Just now they were being held by two joy masks.
He doesn't look too much like a human being, but rather like a weirdo who lives outside the forbidden forest and has gone through some kind of distortion.
In the middle, there is not a single giant sapling, which is growing vigorously in the seven ever-changing seasons.
That time, Dai Jiang was in the dark, but Laoyang was relatively clear.
"There is not much forest. There is only this forest outside the Demon King's City." Li Yue thought of the forest guard.
Compared with the Cursed Sect and the Carrying Sect, the communication within the Seven Seasons Sect is a bit abnormal.
"Why are we running to the north?" Ying'er couldn't understand what the Seven Seasons Sect was doing.
Dai Jiangjingmin squeezed the two-sided fruit, squeezed out the remaining body fluids, and called for the believers to come over and taste it.
If the Seven Seasons Cult can really produce food, maybe this will help us establish a line with Lao Lu in the future?
"You go ahead! Let you bring nutrients to the sacred tree!" Dai Jiang Jingmin suddenly became shy, like a deformed coconut that suddenly collapsed.
Shadow layered the shadows with different shades, laying out a real-time map of the Bone Che Sect's location.
Among them, the most eye-catching thing is a group of ants in red robes.
"Of course, if you want to attract fewer believers to spread your faith, the Hundred Years Killing Cup is a bad opportunity." As soon as Li Yue finished, he grasped the minds of the heretics, worried that we were participating.
The believers tasted the taste of joy and were very happy.
Under the map, there are unnumbered dots running around like ants.