The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

Jiang Nanqiu shook off the goose bumps on his arms and continued walking up the mountain.

At the top of the mountain, the ceremony of consecrating the Saint has begun.

Si Miao was wearing a Taoist robe made of shark silk that was specially made for the sect's holy woman. It sparkled in the morning light, and was divinely radiant.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the head of Weiyin Sect, Nian Zhongjun, personally summoned a divine bird, which came with a cry, carrying two treasures on its back. One was the Pure Fire Red Lotus Crown, a crown unique to the saints of all generations, symbolizing the natural status and power in the sect.

The other item is the Minghong Sword that Saint Jinxuan once refined and used.

Si Miao was very excited.

She is just an ordinary salesperson in modern times. Every day she is treated with cold eyes by customers, blamed by colleagues and scolded by the boss. How could she have ever experienced such a glorious scene?

Now she stood on a high place, with thousands of people below looking at her with envy, and her vanity was greatly satisfied.

The luck system could sense Si Miao's emotional fluctuations, and there was disdain in his cold tone.

"Okay, stop being complacent. After you get these two items, immediately pass the luck points they carry to me. I want to upgrade immediately."

Si Miao felt very sorry.

The Pure Fire Red Lotus Crown can burn evil things and make monsters below the Nascent Soul stage dare not approach. It is really a rare treasure. The Minghong Sword is even more precious. It is said that it has the power to split mountains and seas and break through space. If the luck value of these two treasures is given to the system, then their power will be greatly reduced.

But Si Miao had no choice but to obey. After all, everything she had now was given to her by the luck system.

Nian Zhongjun put the Pure Fire Red Lotus Crown on Si Miao. When he was about to hand the Minghong Sword to Si Miao, the Minghong Sword suddenly cried excitedly.

Si Miao tried to grab the Minghong Sword, but was burned by the dazzling light from the sword. Fortunately, the Mermaid Silk Cloth Si Miao was wearing today blocked the light, otherwise her entire arm would have been crippled.

When the people who came to watch the ceremony saw this, they all started talking about it.

"What's going on? The Minghong Sword doesn't recognize its master. What's going on?"

"I heard that this Minghong Sword was a magical weapon cultivated by the previous Saint Jinxuan. Who would be willing to take someone else's things for themselves?"

"Why is this saint so shabby? Can't she cultivate her own magic weapon? Why does she have to use someone else's magic weapon?"

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When Nian Zhongjun and Si Miao heard these voices, their faces suddenly turned ugly.

Nian Zhongjun looked at the Minghong Sword. He used all his magical powers at the peak of his powers to suppress the Minghong Sword firmly.

The Minghong Sword was suppressed, and it cried out incessantly, feeling very aggrieved.

Nian Zhongjun used a seal with one hand, preparing to impose a seal on the Minghong Sword, forcing the Minghong Sword to submit to Si Miao.

"Since Minghong Sword is unwilling, why force it?" A cold voice with a mocking smile came from the crowd.

Everyone turned around and consciously made way for her. Jiang Nanqiu walked towards Si Miao with a smile on his face.

Although Jiang Nanqiu was only wearing the most common white Taoist robe of the Weiyin Sect, the aura he exuded was sacred and luxurious, and there was a faint golden divine light border. In comparison, the half-burned Jiao Xiaosha looked much more embarrassed.

As soon as Jiang Nanqiu stretched out his hand, the Minghong Sword vibrated even more violently, and even the light emanating from it became more dazzling, forcing even Nian Zhongjun Ye to take a step back and let go of the Minghong Sword.

As soon as the restriction disappeared, the Minghong Sword somersaulted several times in the air and happily flew into Jiang Nanqiu's hands.

Someone in the crowd watching the ceremony looked at Jiang Nanqiu for a while, and finally confirmed, "Isn't this the Saintess Jinxuan of the Weiyin Sect?"

The Saint is back!

Although Jinxuan is a saint of the Yin Sect, who doesn't know about her act of sacrificing her life for the sake of all living beings in the world?

But the saint did not die. She returned after many hardships, but the Weiyin Sect has already chosen a new saint to replace her. How can this not make people feel disheartened?

Nian Zhongjun's expression was gloomy, but he asked in a very calm tone, "Jinxuan, why are you here?"

Didn’t we ask someone to keep an eye on her and prevent her from running around?

The two female disciples in charge of looking after Jinxuan were trembling in fear in the crowd.

It’s over, it’s over. Now the leader is going to scold them to death.

A young man who was also watching the ceremony in the crowd and met Jinxuan on the steps muttered to himself, "So she really is my great-aunt!"

Nian Qingxi also clenched the Moon-Slaying Wheel in his hand. He frowned and said unhappily, "Junior Sister Jinxuan, the enthronement of the Saint Maiden today is a big event for the sect. Don't make trouble." Nian Qingxi stepped forward like this, thinking that his junior sister, who had always obeyed him in everything, would be obedient.

But he had no idea that the Jinxuan today was no longer the Jinxuan of the past.

"Nonsense?" Jiang Nanqiu sneered, "I'm here to get my things back, how can I be so naughty?"

During the five hundred years that Jiang Nanqiu was asleep, many new disciples came to Weiyin Sect. They did not know Jiang Nanqiu, nor could they see her hidden cultivation, so they spoke to her without courtesy.

"What is this thing that belongs to you? You don't have any cultivation at all, and you dare to talk nonsense here!"

Senior Sister Si Miao was born with divine bones. She made rapid progress in the past two hundred years. She slayed demons and monsters in the world and made countless contributions to the Weiyin Sect.

How can we allow ourselves to be humiliated by a lowly person with no cultivation?

Jiang Nanqiu raised her eyelids slightly, staring at the somewhat nervous Si Miao on the podium, and asked with a half-smile, "Is there anything that belongs to me?"

"The sword is mine."

"The position of the Saint is also mine."

With each sentence Jiang Nanqiu spoke, he took a step forward, "Even the divine bones in your body are mine."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Nian Qingxi looked at Jiang Nanqiu with disappointment in her eyes, "How did you become like this? You lost the divine bone yourself, what does it have to do with Junior Sister?"

Si Miao quickly calmed down and acted aggrieved. "Yes, my divine bones were given by heaven and earth when I was born. How can they be yours?"

At this moment, Jiang Nanqiu regretted that she was not an emperor and could not extract the ability of Hunqiu to check her memory. Otherwise, she could dig out the record of Si Miao's theft and broadcast it on the Jade Peak's full-scale projection screen.

A disciple who admired Si Miao couldn't bear to see her being humiliated, so he drew his longbow with great momentum and shot a flaming arrow straight at Jiang Nanqiu.

"No!" Nian Qingxi shouted.

He was not a cruel person. Although he had fallen in love with Si Miao in the past two hundred years, he always kept a place for Jiang Nanqiu in his heart, which he could not let go.

He was about to stop her, but Si Miao beside him suddenly shook and seemed to fall to the ground.