On the top of Taichu Mountain, Xia Mang's momentum suddenly surged to its peak. It was so sudden and terrifying that the heroes present were confused and frightened. They watched Xia Mang rush into Wolong Cave and were speechless for a long time.
"It should be because of those two spiritual leaves."
Qin Tianlang's eyes flashed slightly, "According to legend, the Totem Taichu was both good and evil, and acted without restraint. The same is true for his Taoist principles. Like him, after Xia Mang understood the two spiritual leaves, his cultivation level should be the same.
Some breakthroughs..."
Weirdness and evil are not commonplace. To a certain extent, this just confirms some of the legal principles left over from the beginning.
"The principles of the law are like the person they are!" The female Holy Master glanced at Qin Tianlang, with some appreciation, and nodded: "As a descendant of Great Qin, you do have some knowledge..."
Qin Tianlang's eyes narrowed slightly, then he smiled and said, "The Holy Lord is overly praised."
After a moment, Yin Luohan suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Wolong Cave.
The female saint and the saint did not hinder each other at the beginning of their lives.
Qin Tianlang raised his eyebrows and rushed into Wolong Cave, followed closely by Mu Zhaoyang.
Bai Hu and Ning Yuan did not hesitate any longer and rushed in. From a distance, dozens of figures suddenly rushed towards them and entered the "Dragon Gate" one after another.
Obviously, they had been hiding in the dark before, just waiting for the opportunity to enter Wolong Cave.
Afterwards, many people appeared one after another. They were all young talents who came to attend the Huangli Tea Party. These people seemed to have gotten some secret information and rushed to the back mountain.
The "Dragon Gate" opened wide and everyone filed in.
The female Saint and Saint Lingchu just watched all this calmly, expressionless.
After a while, the mist rose again, covering the cliff at the back of the mountain, and Wolong Cave once again fell into the depths of the mist, looming like a phantom.
Holy Lady Lingchu stared at Xue Nianchu under the phoenix pear tree for a long time before she withdrew her gaze and asked the female Holy Master, "Just let her stay here alone?"
The female saint looked at Xue Nianchu, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, she was silent for a moment, and then said: "Seal the back mountain and let the ancient phoenix guards hide in all directions to guard her peace."
She paused for a moment, shook her head and laughed, and said to herself: "With her status, why does she need anyone else to protect her? It's unnecessary for me."
Saintess Lingchu frowned and said doubtfully: "She has no cultivation, but she has the fate of Fengyi in the world. She is coveted by all the powerful. If there is no one to protect her..."
"The so-called fate is just something forced on her by others."
The female saint's eyes were sarcastic, and she said coldly: "People in the world are so stupid, they think fate is everything, and they dare to take her idea. It's really wishful thinking, and they don't know whether to live or die!"
Saint Lingchu was puzzled.
"In this life, on this land of Canglan, some women are destined to be different, such as you, Bai Luoqing from your Nine Heavens Holy Land, and the blind and weak Xue Nianchu."
The female Holy Master looked at Xue Nianchu, who was squatting on the True Phoenix Stone and was calm and peaceful. She narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly and said meaningfully: "If anyone in this world knows who she is, who would dare to bully her?"
Saintess Lingchu said thoughtfully: "Xuelong Yong?"
In her opinion, the most fearful thing about Xue Nianchu is that she is Xue Longyong's daughter. This status is enough to keep many people with evil intentions away from her.
Others don't know Xue Longyong, but Lingchu Holy Land is adjacent to Nanzhao Mansion, so they naturally know how powerful Xue Longyong is.
Xue Longyong, who only suffered one defeat in his life, has the capital to overlook the world.
"Xue Longyong is indeed powerful and unpredictable, but he is still not the best in the world. There are still many beings who are stronger than him." The female Holy Master shook her head.
"Why is that?" Saint Lingchu looked puzzled.
The female Holy Master was silent for a long time, and then said: "Do you really think that she was born so weak that she cannot practice?"
"That's the consensus."
Saintess Lingchu said that many people in the Southern Territory knew one thing well. The only daughter of Nanzhao Marquis Xue Longyong was born with severe cold syndrome, blind and unable to see, and was destined to be unable to practice cultivation throughout her life.
"Wrong, everyone is wrong. Her weakness is mainly caused by the day after tomorrow." The female saint's beautiful eyes flashed slightly and she said something strange.
The Holy Lady Lingchu was startled.
The female saint seemed not to want Saint Lingchu to think deeply, so she changed the subject and said, "Have you ever heard of the legend of the three-year-old girl?"
"Third daughter?"
The Holy Female Lord nodded slightly and said: "Legend has it that there once was a strange woman in the world. Her cultivation reached the heavens and the earth, and she was crowned the most powerful in the sea of stars. However, in order to pursue the illusory road of eternity, she asked for help.
Change, actually self-destruction of three lives and three generations of cultivation, withered in the world..."
"Before disappearing, she once said that one day she would turn around and come back, achieve great freedom, great freedom, immortality, and truly transcend eternity..."
The female Holy Master looked at Xue Nianchu with a strange expression, and said slowly: "The old guy from Xingyan Dao once deduced that Xue Nianchu is probably the reincarnation of that woman!"
"Xue Nianchu is the Sansheng girl?!"
Saintess Lingchu was startled, then shook her head and said: "Impossible! If the legendary Sansheng girl with astonishing cultivation was reincarnated, how could she not be able to practice?"
After reincarnation, if she cannot practice cultivation, how can she return to the supreme position, let alone achieve transcendence? It is just an empty talk.
"There is also reincarnation..."
Saint Lingchu stared at the Holy Lady and said: "How can there be reincarnation in this world? The theory of reincarnation is too illusory and cannot be believed."
"If there is no reincarnation, how can there be the legend of three lives and three lives?" the female saint asked rhetorically.
The spirit is stagnant at the beginning.
"Her inability to practice cultivation must be due to acquired causes."
The Holy Female Lady looked at Xue Nianchu and said thoughtfully: "Everything has a cause and a result. Her weakness is definitely not congenital."
Seeing the strange look on the face of Saint Lingchu, she smiled slightly and added: "Of course, all these are just legends. Even the Sansheng Girl may be fictional and not true. The theory of reincarnation is even more illusory.
Unable to prove..."
Saintess Lingchu remained silent and looked at Xue Nianchu under the Huangli tree.
"You can stay here and get closer to her." The beautiful eyes of the female saint flashed slightly, and she said to the saint of Lingchu: "If she is really the reincarnation of the Sansheng girl, what we did today can be regarded as a settlement.
Good luck."
Saintess Lingchu nodded slightly, her eyes thoughtful.
But who had ever known that there was once a woman who destroyed herself and cultivated an astonishing world, not for transcendence and freedom, not for eternity, but for sinking, just for love, and she had no regrets even though she died.
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"You can stay here and get closer to her." The beautiful eyes of the female saint flashed slightly, and she said to the saint of Lingchu: "If she is really the reincarnation of the Sansheng girl, what we did today can be regarded as a settlement.
Good luck."
Saintess Lingchu nodded slightly, her eyes thoughtful.
But who had ever known that there was once a woman who destroyed herself and cultivated an astonishing world, not for transcendence and freedom, not for eternity, but for sinking, just for love, and she had no regrets even though she died.