Red Heart Survey

It is worthy of the name of the land of the shadow of the gods!

This quiet and peaceful place is completely different from the eerie spooky outside.

Inside and outside the Shenlongmu tree, it seems to be two completely different worlds.

In Senhai Yuanjie, the mind is tense all the time, danger will come at any time, no matter how calm the surrounding is, I still feel oppressed, tense, and gloomy.

And in this place of divine shade, the whole person relaxes unconsciously, and the quiet and peaceful atmosphere makes people's mood suddenly open up.

An old man was leaning on a deck chair under a tree, lazily fanning himself with a large leaf.

There were children happily running, chasing and playing, making a long series of crisp laughter.

They were all wearing special clothes made of non-linen and non-silk materials, and the styles were also very simple.

One of them, a round-faced little girl with braids, tilted her head and looked at Jiang Wang, a stranger.

Jiang Wang smiled at her, she blushed and ran away shyly.

Qing Qishu and Qing Jiuye were waiting in front of a huge fruit house.

There is only this one fruit on this Shenlongmu. From Jiang Wang's understanding, it is equivalent to a single family courtyard in Linzi city.

The people who live here should be the real power figures of the "Holy Clan".

At this time, Jiang Wang let down his vigilance a little. The reason is very simple. If Qing Qishu and Qing Jiuye have any bad thoughts about him, they should not let the old and children of the clan dangle in front of him and expose them to danger.

Smelling the fragrance of soil and grass mixed, feeling the tranquility of the breeze.

Jiang Wang walked calmly, and his tense state was slightly relaxed.

come closer.

A rattan ladder hangs from the door of the fruit house for people to climb.

Both Qing Qishu and Qing Jiuye stood at the door, waiting for Jiang Wang to jump up before turning around and walking in.

The space in the fruit house is large, and it is not dark. Some parts are interlaced like a grid, neatly and orderly embedded, which are natural windows.

Stepping on the floor, there is a wonderful feeling of softness and solidity.

The air in the house was flowing, and Jiang Wang felt that this fruit house was alive. But there is a faint sense of depression, I don't know where it comes from.

Qing Qishu leads the way, and Qing Jiuye falls behind to help him.

"When we meet again, just tell the truth. The priest is very kind. Even if you are not the envoy of the dragon god, he will not hurt you. Of course, then you will not be able to stay in the land of the shadow of the gods."

boom!

As soon as the words fell, Qing Qishu flew upside down.

Blood was sprayed from the mouth, and he fell heavily at Jiang Wang's feet.

"Well, I know...?"

Jiang Wang nodded halfway, then turned to look at Qing Jiuye with a question mark on his face.

This is called "kind"?

Qing Jiuye's expression was also very stiff.

"Ah!" Qing Qishu's screams sounded at this time, gnashing his teeth, feeling very wronged: "If you have something to say, can't you say it properly!"

Qing Jiuye gave Jiang Wang a wink and asked him to wait outside the door: "Master Priest may be in a bad mood today, I'll go in and take a look first."

The doors in the fruit house are all round arched, with azure silk hanging down, which is equivalent to bead curtains.

Qing Jiuye lifted the curtain and entered.

Just as soon as he said hello, Jiang Wang heard an angry and faintly old voice: "Please explain first, why did you and Qishu meet each other, and two people finally returned to the place of the shadow of the gods? I really thought I Are you reluctant to send you to Soul Cultivation?"

It sounds like an old woman, but the coercion in her breath is also very heavy, making it difficult to breathe.

Probably because of the unconcealable anger, this sentence was heard outside the house, and the rest of the voice could not be heard clearly.

Jiang Wang stretched out his hand and pulled up the Qingqishu that was on the ground for a long time, and asked casually: "Why did the priest beat you out?"

It has to be said that this kid's vitality is really tenacious. The arrow wound in his heart had healed at this time, and he vomited blood from the beating just now, but after calling for a long time, he didn't feel weak, but his voice became more and more powerful.

Hearing Jiang Wang's question, he glared back fiercely, and moved away from him with a wave of his hand.

At this time, Qing Jiuye lifted the silk curtain: "Zhang Linchuan, the priest let you in."

Qing Qishu passed Jiang Wang without saying a word, and rushed inside.

Jiang Wang walked in, and he heard an angry shout: "Kneel down!"

The coercion in this voice was as real as it was, which startled Jiang Wang.

Kneeling is naturally impossible.

Jiang Wang was thinking about whether to turn around and run, or to put an octave flame bird first, and then turn around and run...

Then he saw Qing Qishu kneel down with a plop.

The man said with a mournful face, "Grandma, did we have some misunderstanding? Why are you telling me that my nose is not a nose, and my eyes are not eyes?"

"You still have the face to cry, you have lost all the face of the Saint Race!"

The old woman who made the noise was sitting cross-legged on a futon, the material of this futon was the same as the clothes on Qing Qishu and the others, it was neither silk nor linen.

The old woman had white hair and deep wrinkles on her face. When she taught Qing Qishu a lesson, she was full of arrogance. In a blink of an eye, she saw Jiang Wang who came in from behind. Most of the wrinkles on her face stretched out, and her smile became kind: "Young man, you never Where did you come from?"

"Uh..." Jiang Wang was a bit unaccustomed to her sensitive style change, but replied honestly: "I was summoned by the starlight to come to Fangsenhaiyuan Realm, and passed through the Land of Hidden Snakes to this point."

"Receive the starlight?" The white-haired old woman clenched her skinny hands, grabbed her knees, but quickly let go, and said softly, "Please sit down."

The cultivation systems of the saints are different, and it is difficult to judge their strength without fighting, but just judging from their aura, this old woman who is revered as a priest definitely has a terrifying strength.

Jiang Wang didn't dare to neglect, and after thanking her, he took a seat on the futon opposite her.

There is nothing special about this futon other than its material. But as soon as he sat down, Jiang Wang felt that his Dao Yuan flowed more smoothly and his thinking became more agile.

What a treasure, such an immediate effect is really amazing. It seems that the clothes Qing Qishu and the others are wearing are also extraordinary.

Looking Jiang Wang up and down, the old woman smiled amiably: "You are really a good-looking talent, Jiuye is right, you should be the envoy chosen by the Dragon God, and came to the Senhaiyuan Realm to save the fate of the saints."

Qing Qishu, who was kneeling beside him, was unconvinced: "Obviously I said it first, why did you beat me up without saying a word..."

The old woman glanced at him without changing her smile. Although his mouth was still moving, no sound came out.

Silence at a glance.

Jiang Wang's heart trembled, he understood that although the old woman was teaching Qing Qishu a lesson, she was probably showing her strength in front of him.

"I just came here in pursuit of what I was looking for, and I don't know where the end is. Sen Haiyuan may just pass by, or maybe I just got lost. I really dare not take the responsibility of saving someone."

Jiang Wang said seriously: "My lord priest, please don't have too much hope."

After going through so much, Jiang Wang will not let himself be easily kidnapped by a word. What is saving the fate of the entire Saint Clan? Such a thing is too big and too heavy, and such a proposition is too grand and too far away.

The strength of the holy warriors is not weak. This old priestess is undoubtedly a strong man. They can't solve the predicament themselves. What can Jiang Wang do to "save" him?

Is it because others praise him that he looks "good-looking talent"?

"It doesn't matter." The old woman was still smiling, and she didn't seem to mind: "I will open the altar tomorrow, and then you will know whether you are the envoy of the Dragon God. If you are, the Dragon God will guide you. If you are not, I will send you off." You leave here."