"Shenghou Temple?"

Zhuanyang's heart moved.

He picked up Peng Yu's body and jumped down, and used his light skills to rush over.

The girl Zhiming watched the master leave and quickly drove the airship to chase after him.

The airship stopped at the gate of the Holy Queen Temple. She walked into the temple. Zhuanyang arranged the body, took out three incense sticks, and after sacrificing, she knelt down and prayed: "Saint Queen, please be merciful and save Kunhao."

The Holy Queen, the wife of the first generation of the Divine Emperor, the mother of Dakun, was also the common ancestor of Zhuanyang and Kunhao.

The girl looked at her master kowtowed and hurriedly bowed.

Yu Guang secretly peeked at the posture of this statue of the Saint Queen, and Zhiming felt relieved: this is the auspicious image left by the Saint Queen on earth, and he has the power to save people and relieve misfortunes.

The statue of the god is eight feet tall and is wearing a colorful feathered robe. One hand droops, and the other hand holds jade Ruyi, standing on the lotus. It looks kind and compassionate, as if looking down at the sentient beings in the Kunqu area.

The blue smoke curled up and fell into the air and dissipated on its own, and Zhuanyang's prayer did not respond.

"Master...Master...The Holy Queen has already returned, and the Spirit God has not shown her. You might as well go to a God Emperor's Palace to ask for help."

Zhuanyang stared at the statue of the gods and said without looking back: "Your Majesty practices martial arts like me, how can there be any immortal art to save people?"

But the Holy Queen is different. She is the mother of the country and the source of the divine veins of the people. Without her transformation of the bloodlines of the people of Dakun, there would be no Three Thousand Gods of Dakun now.

Her medical skills and fairy skills are the highest standards in the world.

Zhuanyang did not believe in evil, so he tried to communicate with the statue of god again.

Still no response.

Finally, Zhuanyang pulled out his sword, drew a blood mark on his palm, and threw the divine blood onto the statue.

"Empress, you should know that you still owe me something, and I want you to use this to save this guy."

The Holy Empress introduced smallpox into Zhuansun clan, which caused someone to deal with the disaster in every generation of Zhuansun clan.

Zhuanyang is the person who holds the origin of the smallpox curse in this generation.

This is the evil debt owed by the Holy Queen back then.

Suddenly, the hand hanging down by the statue lit up a white light to cover Peng Yu's body.

But soon the white light dissipated and everything returned to peace. Even the blood on the statue was clearly visible and there was no change at all.

Zhuanyang rushed over to check Peng Yu.

"Not your heartbeat yet, Empress, you—"

He was about to say something, when the girl Zhiming next to him pulled his sleeve and pointed to a line of words that appeared on the ground: "Master, look."

Calm down, Zhuanyang looked over and saw four big words on the ground: "The lights of thousands of families."

"Use the 'Ten Thousand Family Lights' to perform the prayer spell?" Zhuanyang murmured: "Is this possible to save people?"

Zhuanyang also heard from the teacher about the art of praying for blessings and spells in the magic class.

It is a spell that ordinary people can also perform. They collect lights from door to door, and use the will of all people to form a power of prayer.

But are lights enough for just ten thousand homes?

Forget it, no matter what, it is also a possibility.

Zhuanyang first took out a lamp, lit it with the power of Haotian, and landed it on Peng Yu's chest.

"Zhiming, you are here to take care of me, I will go downstairs to collect the lights."

When he came, he was surprised to see the villages and towns at the foot of the mountain.

I hope it's time!

...

The girl could not stop her and watched Zhuanyang hurried down the mountain.

When he walked to Peng Yu silently, he saw the golden lotus lantern on his chest, and the girl seemed to have realized something:

"Golden lotus flame light?"

The innate spiritual creatures nurtured by the Hualian Blessing Land of Tiandang Mountain have the power to pray for blessings.

Looking at the appearance of the ninth grade of the lotus lantern, the girl recalled:

"It seems that this lamp was given to the master by His Highness a few years ago?"

On that day, Hualian Blessed Land gave birth to twelve innate spiritual lamps, one was destroyed by Yunxian'er, two were taken away by Yunxian'er and played with it, and the remaining nine were taken away by Peng Yu.

In the weapon refining class, Peng Yu tried to sacrifice and refine spiritual treasures, and merged the nine golden lotus flame lamps into one. On Zhuanyang's birthday, Peng Yu gave it out casually.

Looking closely, there are nine holes in the center of the lotus lamp, and a ball of spiritual flame lit up in each hole.

"The will of heaven is revolving, and this light turns into the hope of His Highness's resurrection?"

The girl carefully protected the spirit lamp. After waiting for a while, she saw the blood on the statue and went over respectfully. She wiped off the sleeves.

"Don't blame me, my master is just anxious for a moment. When Your Highness is resurrected, we will reshape your golden body and repair the temple."

...

Longyin County, Yan Mansion.

Yan Xiangsheng stood in the ancestral hall, staring blankly at the two tablets in front of him.

This is his first test, his first mother: "The first test of the god master of King Xuan of Yan" and "The first mother, the god master of the Yanmen Zhuan family".

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the tablet of the God Lord Xuanwang of Yan Gong, which broke a little bit in Yan Xiangsheng's eyes.

"Has my father left?"

A ray of inspiration was emitted from the tablet, informing the relevant information.

After taking a look at the God Lord tablet on the right, Yan Xiangsheng looked complicated.

After suppressing his mood, he turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall.

"Lao San, Lao Liu, you go to the Eighth County of Nantian."

Outside the ancestral hall were hundreds of Yan clans. When they heard their father's words, one of the middle-aged men showed sadness: "Father, grandfather, he--"

"The soul has dispersed."

"Your grandfather used the last time to kill King Zhao and cut off the destiny of Kunwu."

"You two go to the Eight Counties of Nantian and bring back King Zhao's head as comfort. Be careful not to get infected with poisonous blood. That poison... is not something you can deal with."

"yes."

After hesitating, Yan Xiangsheng said again: "It's enough to make sure that King Zhao dies. It doesn't matter if you can't bring back the head. The safety of your two is the most important thing."

"Don't worry, Father, we will definitely complete the task and bring King Zhao's head back to worship our grandfather."

Seeing the two left, Yan Xiangsheng's eyes fell on the others.

The backbone of Yan's family gathered here, in addition to his eight sons, more than 20 grandchildren and hundreds of great-grandchildren.

"Everything is ready. My father's action angered Kunwu. My family needs to do their best to overcome the difficulties."

"Father, you..." A man dressed in a Confucian scholar walked forward: "Have you contacted there?"

"Although I am reluctant, I have to use the 'Dao Realm'." Yan Xiangsheng said to his descendants without saying much, "Prepare quickly and fight with all your might."

...

East China Sea, Canglang Palace.

Zhuanyun looked at the fairy sword, and the demon concubine joined forces to fight against the Taoist of Creation.

He thought to himself: What the Taoist of Caicai said may be related to the matter with my brother. Could it be that something happened to that kid Kunhao?

Looking up at the starry sky, observing the fate of King Zhao.

However, King Zhao was protected by the great Kun Kingdom, and most people could not count at all. Zhuanyun used the Hongmeng Avenue to clear away the fog, and could only vaguely see the dispersion of the king's aura and the dim starlight.

"That kid is really going to die?"

Try to contact Zhuanyang.

But Zhuanyang was concerned about the family attitude, so how dare he respond directly?

After waiting for a long time without a response, Zhuanyun was worried about his younger brother and couldn't sit still: "Grandfather, let's go to the Eight Counties of Nantian to see."

The Taoist of Creation wanted to say something, and the demon Black Flame turned into a sword and slashed it hard.

"Old thief, since I want to restrain myself, I will really fight!"

Seeing Zhuanyun leave, the Demon Concubine no longer holds back.

The blood beads condensed from Kunwu's holy body merged into his body, and his magic power doubled again, and a pair of sun and moon figures appeared behind him.

Sun and menstruation!

Although he could not reach the level of the Divine Emperor, an imperial power of the Emperor level appeared from time to time, which still scared the Taoist of Creation.

"Girl, you... are you almost attaining enlightenment?"
Chapter completed!