Pretty State Preceptor Saves the Planet

Not long after, two envoys in yellow robes and a guard with a golden mask came to the pulpit.

The demeanor and appearance of the two envoys are exactly the same, wearing high crowns, interwoven jacquard satin robes, thick-soled boots, drooping eyebrows and eyes before the altar, with fine lines at the end of the eyes, they look about 50 to [-] years old, His face was still as rosy and radiant as a young man's.

"Self-proclaimed Son of God..." the holy envoys said in unison.

"Heaven's holy and divine power is blessed for all generations, but those who violate the holy power are not allowed to run rampant in the world. You have violated the seventeenth rule of the holy law by spreading new interpretations of the scriptures, and you should be executed immediately."

As soon as these words came out, some people who were prostrate on the ground fainted silently.

The holy pagoda has been prestige for a long time, and it often sits together.If the Son of God is indeed guilty, the people on this street will probably suffer disaster.

With a slight smile, Xie Huai'an shook the jade bell.

The ringtone is quiet and seems to have a special rhythm, which gradually calms the flustered people.

Xie Huai'an opened his mouth slowly, with an ethereal and ethereal voice: "You and I are from the same origin, and will go to the same destination. The radiance of the holy and true God shines on the earth, and I sit here following the true meaning... I see it, you want I count the gem, don't I?"

The holy envoys looked stern.

A holy envoy said, "Son of God is very capable..."

"Then what are you waiting for, do you want to disobey Tianshi Li's holy will?" Xie Huai'an raised his chin slightly, ordering in a condescending tone.

The envoys were good at bullying, but they didn't dare to entangle a person whose relationship with the Heavenly Master was unknown, and they each took a step aside.

The guards wearing golden masks seemed to have received some kind of instructions, and they stepped up the stone steps step by step with the glowing bloodstone in their hands.

Xie Huai'an once again smelled the smell of decay.

He seemed to be in a deep mountain forest, surrounded by damp soil, fallen leaves covered with mold, and half-eaten carrion of beasts.There was a disturbing smell in the air.

Xie Huai'an slightly opened his eyes, and saw through the hazy white gauze that the guards put the bloodstone on the case.

This is a bloodstone fragment dug out from the heart of the celestial master by a small corner.

It is shaped like a pebble that can be seen everywhere, with chaotic light surging on the surface, which seems to swallow everyone present.

The guard stood silently, his dark eyes turned to Xie Huai'an, watching his actions.

The system did not say how the bloodstone would radiate, nor how the shielding function would be activated.

Xie Huai'an didn't want to procrastinate for a long time, so he used the most direct and stupid method - pick it up.

"Hmm..." Xie Huai'an swallowed in a muffled voice, his figure swayed slightly.

The moment he touched the bloodstone, he almost threw it out.

The red light on the surface of the bloodstone suddenly condensed, piercing his fingertips like a sharp knife.

After an instant burst of stinging pain, the pain did not abate.

The sharp knife seemed to disintegrate into countless long and thin blades, spinning and rolling, cutting through his palms and twisting his wrists, cutting through the nerves in his shoulders and arms, and rushing into his chest and lungs.

Xie Huai'an's eyes were filled with white light, his eyes widened and physical tears swirled in his eyes, and he forcibly endured it back.

He wanted to say something to show that he was relaxed, but he couldn't open his mouth for a moment.

His lungs were also rotten.Every breath seemed to rub the soft veins against sharp barbs, and the taste of rust rose in the throat.

He could only endure the pain, holding the bloodstone with his right hand, rubbing it in circles as if it were a small stone that he would kick with his toes when walking on the road.

"Ignorant Son of God—the guilty will be punished by divine power and struggle forever."

The envoys in yellow robes opened their arms and said in a chanting voice, "But the Heavenly Master cares for you and would like to give you a brand."

Xie Huaian smiled: "Really?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, blood flowed from the corner of his lips, staining his white robe red.

Xie Huaian pinched the blood stone and turned the back of his hand.

The back of the white and tender hand was already bloody, and a single blood-red eye that seemed to be cut out by a dagger appeared on it, bleeding continuously.

This is the brand of the celestial master.The recipient will often die in pain within a few breaths and become a living corpse worshiping the celestial master.

The envoys were puzzled: "You have accepted the brand, why..."

"Brand... huh."

Xie Huaian threw the blood stone down the altar.

"Li Tianshi also knows this kind of trick. After stamping, do you think you have comprehended the way of the true god?"

Xie Huai'an said: "Heaven is holy and mighty, blessed forever. I can hear, I can feel the call of the holy god... I am the one who has the oracle and can live forever."

The pupils of the two holy envoys constricted, and they clumsily and ridiculously went to catch the bloodstone and fell into a ball.

The guards wearing hideous golden masks remained motionless.

"Li Tianshi, you can see it."

Xie Huai'an smiled softly, and said: "The Holy Spirit sent me to the world to spread the true meaning of the blood stone. If you want to know the secret of eternal life, at noon on August [-]th, at the altar."

After speaking, he grabbed his sleeves, covered his mouth and coughed as if he couldn't hold it any longer.

With the sound of coughing, a lot of blood flowed out from the corners of Xie Huai'an's lips and the wound on the back of his hand. After a while, his robe was soaked in blood.

The back of his hand with the imprint of one eye was facing the guard.

Until Xie Huai'an coughed so badly that he was on the verge of falling, the wound showed no sign of healing.

The golden mask guard raised his hand.

The two holy envoys held the rubbed bloodstone and respectfully placed it on the palm of the guard's armor-wrapped palm.

The imperial guard grabbed the stone and stuffed it into his empty eye socket, stepped off the stage step by step, and walked towards the end of the road.

The order of the holy pagoda's team was changed, with attendants holding long flags leading the way, followed by imperial guards, holy envoys, young girls with pearl flowers in their buns, and tall white horses.

The people from the Holy Tower came aggressively, and there was an inexplicable trace of frustration when they left.

The envoys didn't know whether Xie Huai'an was bluffing or had real skills.

But the moment the branding didn't take effect, they already understood that it wasn't something they could meddle in casually.

Before leaving, a girl turned around and looked at Xie Huai'an, her eyes were no longer empty and dead, but filled with hope.

"Congratulations to the holy envoy—"

A row of Xuanji Pavilion disciples ran to the lecture hall, blocking their prying eyes with their bodies.

Xie Huaian was still covering his lips and coughing.

The blood on the corners of his lips and the back of his hands was slowly flowing, and he coughed so hard that he seemed to be coughing up his heart and lungs, and he would suffocate at any time.

Hong Yao had already arrived at the banquet, his once warm and powerful palms turned cold, he knelt on one knee and supported Xie Huai'an with his body, and kept running along his back for him.

Xie Huai'an's cough gradually weakened, and he unloaded his strength and put his whole body weight on Hong Yao.

"Hush..." He weakly lifted his fingertips to his lips, turned his head, and rubbed Hong Yao's mask with his blood-stained face.

Fearing that Hong Yao would not understand, Xie Huai'an grabbed Hong Yao's hand and scratched his palm.

Before Hong Yao responded, Xie Huai'an lost consciousness with a faint smile.

Inside the incense building.

The second head, Pei Wenzheng, is preparing hot tea and cakes.

He is a hard worker who can't rest.During the waiting period, he inspected the Fenxiang Building, and finally wiped the gilded gate with a handkerchief.

When the Shengyin drums sounded, Pei Wenzheng's expression froze.Soon Ling Ziyou also ran downstairs, and the two sat in front of the window to listen to the movement outside.

When the people from the holy tower left and Hong Yao, wearing a black mask, strode into the gate of Fenxiang Building, Pei Wenzheng felt that his three souls and seven souls had also dispersed.

Xie Huai'an was hugged and entered the door, his neck was leaning against Hong Yao weakly, his arms were hanging in the air and shaking gently, his face was covered with white gauze, he didn't know if it was life or death.

There was blood everywhere.

Xie Huai'an's pale lips were stained with congealed blood, and his chest was also red like a hole.

The most conspicuous is the hands.The hand that was originally white and beautiful, suitable for lighting an incense plant, inserting a flower, and caressing the fluffy feathers of a bird, is now soaked in blood.

A blood-colored one-eyed bruise was cut on the back of Xie Huai'an's hand, and blood beads kept gushing and dripping down.

Pei Wenzheng saw the imprint, and almost fell to the ground with his legs limp: ""Fu Guangyin..."

Some people who were unwilling to leave chanted in a low voice, and the voice came in from outside the building vaguely: "Heaven's holy and divine power, blessings are forever... blessings are forever!"

They seem to think that if they pray sincerely, they can survive this summer.

Hong Yao sternly ordered: "Everyone back down..."

"The trusted doctor in the city called over to treat me well, the Immortal Master is dying."

Pei Wenzheng's face lit up when he heard the words, and he elbowed Ling Ziyou who was anxious to rush forward immediately, and replied, "Here..."

Hong Yao's order meant that the immortal master would not turn into a living corpse if the worst was not the case.

But with so much blood...can the immortal master survive?

The news that Shenzi vomited blood and was dying, but did not become a living dead spread throughout Zhaoge again.

Those who speculated everywhere and compiled "The Collection of Appearances of Authentic Works" in order to seek a future for themselves were completely panicked and ran around like headless chickens.

There are porters who are not ashamed of the world, come and go barefoot, loudly proclaiming that they believe in the Son of God, are willing to follow the new scriptures, and only want to live hard and die without confusion.

Countless people who were caught between the old and new scriptures, who asked the Son of God for help but did not want to lose their lives, knelt down in front of the holy tower overnight to plead guilty.

There are countless people who hate the Holy Pagoda and secretly pray in tears facing the Fenxiang Tower in their houses, hoping that everything will turn around.

Xiao Weishen, an official from the Ministry of Civil Affairs, didn't say anything after hearing the news from the thief, and stood silently by the window all night.

Shifeng Mountain, the main altar of Xuanji Pavilion.

A young general took advantage of the night to ride down the mountain on a bright black horse.The night watch disciples recognized his long sword and horse, opened the mechanism, and let him go all the way to Qianbei Cave.

Pei Xiuyi was collecting information in Qianbei Cave, her beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with blood, and some untrimmed stubble appeared on her chin.

Hearing the small sound of the entrance mechanism turning, Pei Xiuyi raised her eyelids, and quickly resumed her work with concentration.

"Is it dead?" the person asked.

"Zhong Qingyuan, speak with respect and sit down."

Pei Xiuyi snorted: "One or two, always regard my Thousand Stele Cave as a place to come and go at any time."

"That is not dead..."

The muscles around Zhong Zhen's mouth twitched, as if making a smiley expression.

He was about 28 years old and a good-looking guy.But the thick black eyebrows are twisted all the year round, and the skin has traces of wind, frost and knife scars. This smile is murderous, and it can stop children from crying at night.

Youyun Castle and Mount Luo'an are next to each other, both located in a cold mountain range in the north, like brothers watching out for each other.

The scenery of Mount Luo'an is a group of luxuriant and vicious long-haired cats, wandering all over the mountain to inspect their own territory, and grabbing food everywhere; the specialty of Youyun Castle is a pair of long-limbed and sensitive hunting dogs, either black or yellow, Wagging tail when seeing people, chasing cats.

Zhong Zhen is the current owner of Youyun Castle, the former General Xiao Zhong, and the current owner of Bell Castle, whose name is Qingyuan.Instead of using the marksmanship inherited from the castle, he created his own set of saber techniques.Nicknamed "Zhong Sandao".One knife on the left, one knife on the right, and another knife on the top.Three times to kill the enemy, specifically to deal with the imperial guards.

Someone had the guts to ask him why he was so persistent three times. Zhong Zhen would slash after chasing someone, and no one dared to talk anymore.

Xie Huai'an was the former senior brother of Luo'an Mountain and the son of the head of the sect at that time. He has practiced a floating light sword to perfection.

Zhong Zhen is one year younger than Xie Huai'an, and has been with Xie Huai'an since he was a child.

After Xie Huaian went down the mountain and slipped to Xuanji Pavilion to find Pei Xiuyi as his "new love" from time to time, Zhong Zhen would often come to the main altar without saying hello to find someone.

"Would you like to sit or go? Do you want me to serve you and pour a glass of water for the Lord of the Bell Castle?" Pei Xiuyi smiled falsely, "I'm very busy tonight. If you come to miss the past, I won't accompany you."

"Leave without saying a word, come back in such a state of embarrassment, how dare I have a past with the gods."

Zhong Zhen sneered, turned around and left, stopped in the corridor, turned around and asked, "Has he turned into a living corpse?"

Pei Xiuyi clenched her pen tightly: "I'm dying. If you're so concerned, go to Fenxianglou to have a look."

"It hasn't changed..." Zhong Zhen's fingers clenched the long knife relaxed a little, "It's okay if it changes, I will personally send him on the road."

"Pavilion Master Pei don't need to provoke me, I can tell what is important right now. Brothers are still waiting, let's go!"

The author has something to say: A pair of hands suitable for arranging flowers and amusing birds is also a pair of hands holding a sword: 3

[The system is used, and how it is used depends on the will of the host.There are options such as "limited pain shielding" and "limited healing".Its purpose is to "reverse the deviation of the world", and it will not create an omniscient, omnipotent, painless self-healing fairy, and everything has a price. 】

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