Lord, you are missing me in your life

Chapter 1142
Besides, it's exciting, isn't it?Holy Master's face was pale and pale, as if it had been painted with plaster. She loved to see this picture.

The cries for mercy were getting louder and louder, Shui Qianzhu knew that he could no longer play, so he took a deep breath and planned to release the last big move.

Everyone also took a deep breath, wanting to see if the saint's next move was to let go of her hand, just to scare them right now, or continue to test, there is really another big move.

No one dared to blink, even though the big move hadn't come yet, and the eyes were sour, still no one dared to close them.

In the next second, the silver light receded, and the beam of light returned to its original grayish white.

But before anyone could take a breath, a dark light suddenly rose from the bottom of the beam of light.

The moment this layer of light appeared, someone really fainted underneath!

"My God, does the Dao of Heaven care about such a talent?"

The person's exclamation was quickly drowned out by the sound of gasping.

There was a storm in the square, and on the high platform, Shui Qianzhu's clothes were fluttering, and the fairy air was overwhelming, but in this fairy air, there was still an aura of death, because the arrival of this layer of dark attribute , Let the whole square cool down.

Extreme blackness filled the beam of light on one side, while the other beam of light representing the attribute value, a dark and boundless light also rose little by little. The originally lifeless beam of light seemed to be plowed deep in the abyss A darkness swallowed up bit by bit.

At this moment, the beating of everyone's hearts is rising with the darkness, speeding up a little bit, and the whole heart is about to jump out of the throat.

The Holy Master has completely slumped on the chair, his eyes are fixed on the darkness slowly rising in the beam of light, this darkness seems to be devouring him bit by bit, dragging him into the bottom of the abyss, the dark prison.

In the end, the darkness swallowed the entire beam of light, indicating that Shui Qianzhu's darkness attribute also has [-]% of the attribute value.

Such a result was no longer comprehensible to ordinary monks. The whole square suddenly became solemn, and everyone who understood what this meant suddenly bowed down to Shui Qianzhu.

Neatly and neatly, all the high-ranking members of the sanctuary in the stands knelt down, and in the square, the senior executives of the big forces also knelt down in unison.

This scene made all the people who didn't know why suddenly realize that the saintess's gifted achievement might have some great significance, and made these top existences on the continent willing to kneel down.

The Eight Elders on the stage were fighting with each other, almost with a plop, and knelt down heavily, their whole hearts trembling.

His pale lips trembled, and he finally shouted to the person in the high chair in the stands:

"Kneel down! Holy Master! The son bestowed by God has come to this world!"

The Holy Lord was in a trance for a while, and his spirit was a little lax. He was so frightened by Shui Qianzhu. control.

In the end, the Holy Master went crazy, his eyes were dull and motionless.

Seeing this, the elders at the side could only shake their heads. Someone helped him up and forced him to kneel down, but the Holy Master could no longer feel it, and his sea of ​​consciousness was in chaos.

The result of the Holy Master did not make the elders feel sympathetic. They could only sigh and quickly forget about it.

Because at this moment, they need to welcome the arrival of the God-given Son devoutly!
Half of the people in the square had already knelt down, with an almost crazy worship on their faces that was hard for those young people to understand.

At this time, several elders also reacted, and a thick voice mixed with spiritual power resounded in the square.

"Mr. Saintess has the dual supreme attributes of light and darkness, and is the son of God! She is the chosen one! Those who have not bowed down worship quickly!"

As soon as the words fell, the hearts of the people who hadn't knelt down were turbulent.

Son of God?The chosen one!
Although they were still in extreme shock, the unusually solemn atmosphere on the field did not allow them to think too much, and they knelt down one by one.

Shui Qianzhu raised the corners of her lips, signaling Yun Chenjue and the others not to kneel down, then slowly retracted her hand, and said condescendingly on the high platform:
"Everyone, get up quickly. I don't know what kind of son is bestowed by God. If you worship me like this, what can I do?"

"No, no, Holy Son, you deserve this bow, you are qualified to accept it." Several elders in the sanctuary spoke out quickly, with an urgent tone.

"The Holy Maiden doesn't know anything. Since the existence of the Continent of the Gods, there has always been a legend, and that is the legend of the son bestowed by the gods. According to legend, the appearance of the son bestowed by the gods will definitely lead the continent to another peak!"

"Yes, Holy Maiden, you are the son bestowed by God! You must be able to lead our Continent of the Gods to another peak!"

"Our continent of the gods is the strongest continent in this star field, but in this vast universe, it is just a small star field. There are so many stronger continents existing in the world, and those continents are said to be It is all because of the appearance of the god-given son that their continent has become stronger and stronger, and they stand out from many continents!"

"Our continent of the gods has existed for so long, but there has never been a son bestowed by God, so our continent has been stagnant. If this continues, the spiritual energy of the continent will be exhausted sooner or later!"

Listening to these elders' glances and words, Shui Qianzhu also knew a lot about the God-given Son.

At this time, in order to prevent Jiuying's aura from being captured in the space, she temporarily closed the space. Now that the restriction was opened, Jiuying just wanted to ask Shui Qianzhu's test results anxiously. After all, he still didn't know anything about it. .

But Shui Qianzhu didn't answer him for the time being, but asked:

"Jiuying, do you have any legends about a god-given son in your original continent?"

Jiuying didn't know why Shui Qianzhu asked such a question, but he still replied:

"Indeed, there are. The sons of the gods are the sons of the gods who possess light and darkness. Of course, these are actually the titles given to them by later generations, but what is certain is that the appearance of the sons of the gods is indeed the birth of the entire continent. The good news is that the God-given sons are not only so talented that no one can match them, they are also the incarnation of the god of luck. Although I have never seen any God-given sons, according to the rumors, they exist like this."

"By the way, by the way, the plane where Lao Tzu was born, the person who created that plane is a god-man with the power of light and darkness, so the son bestowed by God may be real."

After Jiuying finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong. He immediately turned his consciousness and looked outside, only to realize that his master was still standing on the high platform, while those people below were all worshiping, and they seemed extremely devout.

"What's the situation? It's all about your talent, why did they kneel down?"

(End of this chapter)