Versatile Mage's Weapon Magic Weapon

Praise the mountain.

In this flower festival, the mountains and forests are like the paint tray accidentally knocked over by the God of Creation, unintentionally rendering a picture with distinct layers and charming colors. Today's style is soft and has a unique fragrance. These are the most essential scents of Europe's most famous spices. Noble women in many countries spend a lot of money on the fragrance elements picked from the Goddess Peak.

The soft morning light shines on the glass statues that can be seen everywhere on the praise mountain, reflecting the holy light. It is obviously a peaceful mountain, but it is full of fascinating light.

Today, there is an endless stream of people.

Mount Lizan is the end point, and it is only on this day that the Parthenon's Goddess Peak will be fully open to people. The long and winding stairs, as well as some majestic plank roads and cliff suspension bridges are all crowded with people, who are eager to enter the Mount of Lizan. The mountain came into the sight of the new goddess, but she was extremely disciplined and did not dare to destroy any plant or tree on the sacred mountain of the Parthenon.

Ye Xinxia is completely different from the past. Even the smile on her face is no longer as pure as before. It is more like a courtesy. There are more meanings in the smile, which is unpredictable.

This time was so grand and grand, and it was the focus of the whole world, but when she stepped forward, kept smiling, and her eyes were bright and slightly blurred, there was not much in her heart.

But in fact, today's Xinxia is indeed different from the previous Xinxia. Not only the appearance, but also the strength.

"Ye Xinxia, ​​does the god in your heart have any instructions that can be conveyed to the confused world?" At this time, the high priest Falmo took out the Parthenon's sacred book and asked Ye Xinxia, ​​who was honored on the altar of the goddess.

This answer makes people extremely dissatisfied. But after all, the other party is a goddess.

"Ye Xinxia, ​​please swear on your soul to be kind to everyone who believes in the Parthenon."

A few blood spots were stained on the pure white dress, and the steps of the ceremony platform covered with flowers were smeared with bright red.

Although saints need to learn etiquette and appearance every week, this does not mean that they will be perfect when they really stand in front of the world.

There are meritorious officials who need to be rewarded.

Her answer immediately aroused doubts among everyone, including the high priest Falmo.

"Ye Xinxia, ​​please swear on your soul that you will be loyal to the Parthenon forever!"

It’s not that she has a majestic appearance that captivates the country, but that she vividly displays the softness and beauty of women, like a poem whose meaning can never be understood. What attracts people is not only the gorgeous words, but also the beauty of women. And her soul, all blended with that beautiful poetry.

And these people were all notified by the Pope not long ago. The first day of praise can be called a commendation meeting. The election of the Goddess is not an individual, but represents a huge power group, even called an empire.

In the front seat, an old man wearing a tuxedo had his head rolled down. He was sitting there, and the blood on his neck surged up like a fountain.

"Uh-huh!!!"

"After becoming a goddess, I will do my best to bring tranquility and peace to the world. There will be no suffering, not a drop... not a drop... not a drop of blood!"

"No." Ye Xinxia replied in a very calm tone.

The tail of Jieyun's skirt slowly dragged on the carpet covered with olive flowers, and the spirit of the wind lingered beside this soft and slender figure, dancing with the leaf petals. A pair of eyes is better than all the breathtaking scenery of Santorini. If you carefully understand the emotions hidden in those eyes, you will feel the endless tenderness of the owner of these eyes.

It is undeniable that the image and temperament of the newly elected goddess are perfectly in line with the heritage of the Parthenon.

Didn’t the goddess prepare a manuscript?

This is a message to believers all over the world, but there is not a single word?

The seats were neatly arranged and marked with their names. Those who found their seats had a somewhat proud smile on their faces. After all, this was the first day of the Goddess's Praise, and those who could sit here were equal to the ancient "Galaxy" They have a close relationship with the goddess.

As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of bright red blood sprayed out, splashing wantonly at Ye Xinxia's feet.

"There really is a place for us."

Falmo frowned again, including all the priests of the Temple of Faith.

As the crowd came up, some special groups gradually took their seats. They all have a certain status in this society and do not need to climb step by step like the believers at the foot of the mountain. They have their own VIP access.

"Ye Xinxia, ​​will you strictly abide by the will of the Parthenon during your succession?" High Priest Falmo ignored the previous process and asked directly the next sentence.

What's more, Ye Xinxia has been in a wheelchair for a long time, and she has not really "walked" to the stage on her own a few times.

Perhaps, being able to walk on his own is Xinxia's only happiness after gaining the power of Parthenon's soul.

When Ye Xinxia spoke, there seemed to be a sharp blade in her throat. When she read the second half of this sentence, the pain appeared on her face, and the difficulty also appeared in her words.

"Ye Xinxia, ​​please swear on your soul that after becoming a goddess, you will do your best to bring tranquility and peace to the world, without a drop of blood or a trace of suffering."

The Saintess and the Goddess are obviously only separated by one position, but in people's eyes, the young Goddess candidate has undergone a radical change. It is not known whether it is a psychological effect or the baptism of the soul.

The first thing that catches the eye is the hair as black as night

Each strand of hair is braided as uniquely as a flower inflorescence. When they fall as smoothly as silk on the snow-white shoulders, they rub each other rhythmically with the solemn and noble steps.

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If there are benefits, share them!

It's just that these people belong to the foundation of the old pope, but they don't know that what their new pope has prepared for them has never been a reward.

Even their Pope has been completely wiped out at this time

"The goddess has arrived!"

The long road, the pious crowd, and occasionally you can see some graceful waitresses and female sages. They use the rain and dew of olive branches to bless a climber at the mountain pavilion. Everyone who is blessed by the rain and dew is like Children shouted excitedly. For them, it was a worthwhile trip to get the blessings of the maid and the sage!

As for the killing of the palace mother, no one knows about it so far, as if there is no such thing at all.

"I have not violated it so far." Ye Xinxia replied.

Every step is smooth.

When people were making noise, I don't know which female sage spoke up. For a moment, the people on the ceremony mountain platform who were chatting and discussing fell silent, and everyone's eyes fell on the palace of Praise Mountain.

"I, Ye Xinxia, ​​swear on my soul."

Falmo solemnly read out, and every guidance declaration gave people a feeling of divine instruction, reverberating in everyone's mind like a huge bell, and would not dissipate for a long, long time.

People were horrified and looked at this old man in a tuxedo in disbelief. Many people recognized him. He was the elder of the nine hidden clans of the Parthenon. Although he had lost all his magic power due to his old age, he still had extremely high wisdom. and connections.

However, today he died! ? ?