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Half of the stick was burned, and the number of tribes that caused the miracle reached twenty.

Kneeling painfully, sweat soaking through the clothes, Ning Miao's heart was cold.

The brain began to operate at high speed, thinking about the reason for the miracles caused by the sacrifices of the orc witches.

There is no need to pursue scientific evidence, and use the theorem that the result must exist to deduce that there are gods in March to protect the orc race in the dark. The witches communicate with the gods in a specific way. The supernatural phenomenon that occurs during the communication process is a miracle.

So, how should I, an alien, communicate?What kind of miracle can it cause?

There is no precedent, no foreign aid.

This is a one man war.

In the dark, what kind of power makes me travel across the stars and come to the strange March star. I am different from everyone else. How do other people do it?Who do I worship, and for whom do I sacrifice?

If I don't even believe in the existence of gods, how can I talk to gods?

……

Suddenly, Ning Miao opened his eyes, took out an iron needle, and pierced the ring finger of his right hand, and the blood dripped out. Enduring the pain, Ning Miao stood up and dripped the blood on "Kai Tian Pi Di", one drop, two drops, three drops .

"Gods of the heavens, Wu Ningmiao of the Yiyan Tribe, uses divine porcelain as a matchmaker and blood as a sacrifice to express gratitude to the gods for their grace. Today, he made an oath that Ning Miao is willing to dedicate his life to the world and nature with his own thin efforts. To the gods of the heavens."

"The gate of Chiyue City does not distinguish between high and low, high or low, or race. The Yiyan tribe will definitely treat all things well, be peaceful and self-sufficient, not greedy, not plundering, respect nature, and respect living beings. Protectors, please show your true body and meet Ning Miao."

Whispering over and over again the self-created prayer words, Ning Miao let go of her thoughts and even breathed very lightly. While chanting, Ning Miao heard a strange rhythm, which was unexpectedly soothing and soft, and the rhythmic voice came from all directions , as if there were countless elves singing softly around.

"Wing inflammation?"

"Has a new race been born?"

"Witch, I heard your call."

……

Ning Miao stretched out her right hand, relying on intuition and instinct, left, forward, right, and grabbed you.

The previous noisy voices retreated like a tide, and the thing in his hand looked like a ball of white balls, Ning Miao couldn't help pinching, the smooth surface of the ball sank, and bounced back, er, what a god, Ning Miao asked doubtfully, "The God of Wing Flame?"

Bai Wanzi jumped out of Ning Miao's palm, "My name is Qingluan."

Ning Miao staggered, "Huangshen?"

The white ball circled Ning Miao for three full circles, and returned to the front of Ning Miao's head, a huge cyan phoenix feather suddenly emerged from the white ball.

A loud phoenix cry resounded through the audience, and the audience fell silent.

Wu Mochen stood tall, his eyes shot out, and they shot straight to the center of the wind and sand martial arts arena.

Blue smoke permeated the Golden Terrace of the Yiyan Tribe, a blue light bloomed, the smoke cleared, and one of the five great Phoenix gods, Qingluan's miracle suddenly appeared.

The phoenix god appears, and the gods hide.

All the miracles caused by other clan witches disappeared, and the ongoing sacrifice was interrupted violently. Everyone stared blankly at the Phoenix God Qingluan hovering above the heads of the Yiyan clan witches, unable to react at all.

Hada was the first to kneel down on the ground, father, father, such a breath, such coercion, what kind of miracle is this, this is the presence of the Phoenix God himself!

"Greetings to Your Majesty Qingluan..."

Under the crown of Qingluan?

Hada's shout awakened everyone, and countless people bowed down, "Your Majesty Qingluan."

Wu Mochen, the lord of Fengsha City, walked to the edge of the high platform, and unexpectedly knelt down on one knee, "Wu Mochen of the Phoenix Clan has seen the crown of God Luan."

For a moment, the audience fell to their knees.

The Yiyan clan witch became the only one standing.

Ning Miao's whole body was as stiff as a stone, and she was completely unable to move, "Oh my god, do you want to form a spiritual contract with me?"

Qingluan spread her tail feathers, "Outsider, your words make me happy."

Ning Miao trembled and pricked several times with iron needles before piercing the center of his eyebrows, and a bright red appeared, "I, Ning Miao, a man of seven feet, will do what I say and what I will do. Come on."

"But I hate the things on your body." Qingluan shook the phoenix feathers on her head, "But it's okay, small things can't catch my eyes."

After saying that, the blue luan bird jumped straight into Ning Miao's eyebrows.

Ning Miao waited steadfastly until the conclusion of the spiritual contract was concluded, when a severe headache hit, Ning Miao put her head in her hands, couldn't stand anymore, and fell on her back.

Wu Mochen touched the edge of the high platform with his toes, and two golden feathers sprouted from his back. Before the Witch of the Yiyan Clan hit the ground on his back, he hugged him horizontally, and the golden feathers vibrated and flew back to the high platform.

"Wu Ningmiao of the Yiyan tribe, the Phoenix tribe wants it. Hada, the assessment is over, and the list will be published tomorrow."

Ning Miao had a severe headache and couldn't spare any strength to fight against Wu Mochen, "Your Highness, it's really shameless to rob good people in broad daylight."

It was the first time in Wu Mochen's life that he was scolded for being shameless, and instead of being angry, he smiled, "A Miao, you made me wait for 500 years. I haven't scolded you yet, but you scolded me first, and punished you to gain weight. This time, stay with me for a long time."

Ning Miao was so angry that she was too lazy to make a sound, and only mouthed a word.

The Yiyan tribe was in chaos immediately, Bai Bing's face was livid, and he almost crushed the hidden snake bone cover in his hand, "Ning."

Bai Bing gave a cold cry, restraining Hong Hong who had turned into a beast and was about to fly to the high platform, "Everyone calm down, Ning, he is Yi Yan's clan witch, he will not stay in Fengsha City."

Little Foot tore off the bandage on his head, "Master Bing, Master Ning is in danger, I'm going to save him! Get out of the way!"

Bai Huo held Xiong Er with one hand, and Da Shan with the other, "With us, it's almost as good as dying."

"Don't go if you're afraid of death." Xiong Er roared angrily, "I'm not afraid, I'll fight them!"

Bai Bing did not hesitate to turn into a half-beast, and the cold air spread with Bai Bing's half-beast, and everyone in the Yiyan tribe seemed to have poured a bucket of ice water on their foreheads.

Bai Bing's blue eyes were piercingly cold at this moment, "Yi Yan belongs, now go back to Le Taoju immediately, Bai Huo, Xiong Da, Beetle, follow me."

The half-orc paused, and then spoke more coldly, "I'm more anxious than you."

When Qingluan appeared, Bai Bing was also shocked, but soon, worry outweighed surprise, even if Ning was really a priest in white, so what, he was his partner with A Yi, he was Yi Yan's clan witch, Ning, if I can keep you safe for the rest of my life, I can do it, and I don't want anything.

Ning Miao didn't know what kind of decision Bai Bing had made privately, and was carried by Wu Mochen to the city lord's mansion. Along the way, the fairy gentleman with picturesque eyebrows and fireworks was full of tenderness and sweetness, which made Ning Miao feel goosebumps all over his body. pimple.

"Amiao, I built a house exactly like the one you liked before. The rainy day is coming, are you still afraid of thunder god roaring? It's okay, this time, I'm by your side, no one can hurt you, take you away , you are mine, forever, mine, A Miao, we, always, always, together, never separate again, okay?"