When Miao came to this small world that day, it was still raining in this world.
And this rain has lasted for half a year and has never stopped.
The mountains were filled with panic and desperate people. They didn't know whether this last habitat could still be preserved.
All the rivers had already broken dams and all the fertile fields were flooded.
And this rain still has no tendency to stop.
Tianmiao walked slowly on the water, step by step towards the highest mountain in the world.
On that mountain, there is a temple, which was originally the spiritual pillar of this world and the shelter of this world. There is a saint who conveys the will of the gods. The saint is selected from the world every five years
Once, she was the most loyal and purest woman to the temple.
During this disaster, the temple still protects the people. The mountain is full of homeless people. They have been resettled here. They firmly believe that the Saint will convey their wishes and the Gods will come to earth.
Save them.
When the people saw Tianmiao, who was emitting white light all over his body, came over the water, and there was no drop of rain on his body, the people cheered.
The gods heard the saint's wish and came to save them.
Tianmiao walked in the air and slowly walked to the temple step by step.
The people called and knelt down.
The saint heard the noise outside, frowned and walked out.
Then I saw Tianmiao floating in the air.
"Bold, where did the monster come from? How dare you pretend to be a god here!" The saint was wearing a white dress and scolded with a righteous look on his face.
The people kneeling on the ground were stunned, and hesitation appeared in their eyes.
Isn’t this the god who came down to earth to save us? Why did the saint say such things?
"This disaster is up to you and you, and it should naturally end with you." Tian Miao lowered his head slightly to look at the saint with a righteous face and said slowly.
"You, what are you talking nonsense? Where did the monster come from? Nonsense! Come and take my spiritual bow!" The saint's face suddenly changed when he heard Tianmiao's words, and shouted loudly to the maid beside her.
"His Majesty, is this disaster related to you?" The maid did not go to get the bow and arrow immediately, but asked with a look of surprise.
"What nonsense? Do you believe me or this monster of unknown origin?" The saint scolded angrily.
The maid still hesitated and did not move.
This disaster lasted for too long and for too long, which made people suffocate and could not see hope. No one knew why this disaster occurred. And he didn't know how to end the disaster. They prayed day and night
The gods came to save them, but it has been so long since there has been no news.
And now, someone has appeared and said that the disaster was caused by the Saint.
This made people who have always been in the darkness see a trace of light. Even if this trace of light is so incredible.
"As a saint, you should have protected the people, but for your own selfish desires, you have to kill many demon spirits. Now, in order to prolong your sweetheart's life, you have imprisoned the young dragon, which has caused this disaster." Tianmiao's voice was full of majesty and his tone was full of majesty.
It is even more harsh, "The creatures are so devastated, and the temple gives you the powers, are you using them to do this?"
All the people kneeling on the ground were in an uproar. What did they hear?
What did the saint who they have always admired and respected do?