Saint Qinglian suddenly woke up, his green clothes already wet with cold sweat.
"Lord Creator..."
Saint Qinglian looked at the statues enshrined in the temple and realized that this was just a dream, and he suddenly smiled bitterly.
He is a new saint and one of the top geniuses in the Heavenly Curse Star Territory for tens of thousands of years. How determined his mind is, yet he can even have such futile dreams.
It must have been a long battle, and it was indeed too tiring.
Just when Saint Qinglian sat up cross-legged and prepared to do his exercises, he suddenly froze.
His current condition couldn't be better!
"How is this possible!"
Saint Qinglian had a look of horror on his face.
He fought with the powerful men of the Supreme Temple and suffered serious injuries.
During this process, the forbidden spells cast had an even more terrifying backlash against his holy body. Without hundreds of years of recuperation, there was no way he could recover.
But now, he is cured?
"Could it be said that the Creator has really appeared?" Saint Qinglian stood up suddenly and looked at the statue again.
Under careful observation.
Only then did he realize that the statues in the temple did have some changes that were difficult to describe in words.
"Lord Creator, thank you very much!"
Saint Qinglian saluted again, and his heart was filled with turmoil, unable to calm down.
To know.
The existence of the Creator is known to everyone in the vast starry sky and the universe, and every temple of the Creator is full of incense.
But I have never heard that the temple of the Creator will bring miracles to believers.
The injury has healed.
Saint Qinglian didn't intend to stay any longer, so he walked out after prostrating.
only.
After only ten breaths, he retreated again, his face full of bitterness.
The three holy kings obviously refused to let him go, so they stationed themselves near the temple to keep a watch on him.
Once he leaves, he will definitely be killed.
"It seems I will be nagging you for a while."
Saint Qinglian practices in the corner of the temple.
At first.
Xiao Ye guided the evolution of this singularity world, penetrated the spiritual path of cultivation, and passed down dozens of volumes of the Ancient Sutra of Shifa.
Even after years of evolution, many cultivation methods have appeared in this starry sky and universe, but what he created is still regarded as the supreme secret of cultivation by the world.
Sage Qinglian is very lucky.
When he was transformed into a spirit, he got a volume of ancient scriptures called "Tian Can", which was one of the methods created by Xiao Ye himself.
Wow!
As Saint Qinglian practiced, it was as if a book of scriptures had been opened, and the sound of chanting resounded, rushing towards his martial spirit space.
The martial soul space was resonating, with purple aura surging, and the symbols of the holy path rising and falling, covering the whole body of Saint Qinglian, making his figure become hazy.
It seemed like it had transformed into a green lotus, taking root in the sea of chaos, swaying gently.
This is a state that is almost Taoist.
There is no need to use any cosmic holy treasures. The essence contained in the Qinglian Saint's martial soul space is released with just a little guidance.
boom!
I saw the stars outside the temple trembling. The stars, the essence of the sun and the moon, and the spiritual energy of the universe all swarmed in and turned into a huge whirlpool, covering the temple.
The holy body of Saint Qinglian received massive amounts of pouring, and the aura soared like a rocket.
"this……"
Saint Qinglian's heart trembled.
His qualifications are good, but how have he ever entered this state?
The results of his practice in that state were more than ten times that of his usual!
"I see!"
"It must be the Creator!"
Saint Qinglian roared excitedly.
His feeling was not wrong.
This temple has indeed undergone strange changes, and the Creator has performed a miracle!
This is opportunity!
A supreme opportunity that could change the trajectory of his destiny!
Maybe, fleeting!
Saint Qinglian did not hesitate and devoted himself wholeheartedly to practice.
"What's going on?"
As for the three old figures on this star, they were already stunned, as if they had turned to stone.
The huge movement made their hearts tremble.
They couldn't bear it anymore.
So I straightened my clothes, walked into the temple, burned incense and knelt before the statue. After seeing the Qinglian Saint who had entered an almost Taoist state, his face was full of horror.
They also dream of that kind of state.
But now, it happened to the enemy.
As for why this happened, they couldn't explain.
"This child must have obtained a very terrifying treasure."
"Quickly, report to the palace!"
The three holy kings did not dare to take action at all and quickly retreated.
The supreme palace.
It is the super force of this starry sky and universe, suppressing countless star fields, and there are too many saint-level powerhouses.
A mere new saint is nothing in front of the Supreme Palace.
Face provocation.
Sending three holy kings to chase him was worthy of the genius status of Saint Qinglian.
now.
Everything that happened here shocked this behemoth.
Wave after wave of the aura of the Holy King and the Holy Lord traveled across billions of galaxies and headed towards the Heavenly Curse Star Region overwhelmingly.
"Oh my God, there are so many holy kings, even dozens of holy masters!"
"I heard that the Supreme Palace is encircling and suppressing Saint Qinglian, but why did they create such a big battle?"
…
The creatures in the Heavenly Curse Star Territory were all puzzled, and they were talking loudly.
This star field can only be regarded as average in the vast universe. When did so many great figures come to it?
People don't understand, but they can't find the answer.
Because the temple where Saint Qinglian lives has been completely sealed, and all believers are prohibited from approaching it.
Even the Supreme Palace would not dare to take action within a million miles of the temple.
But as a superpower, they can show their due toughness within a certain range, making everyone in the world dare to be angry but dare not speak out.
Time passes.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of years have passed.
Saint Qinglian still did not come out of that temple.
The powerful men of the Supreme Palace who were guarding nearby were constantly going in and out of the temple. Every time they came out, their expressions would become more solemn, and they were obviously unable to stay calm.
At the same time, more and more powerful people are coming to the Supreme Palace.
Wait for another five hundred years.
Fifteen demon-like figures came across the sky with their feet on billions of miles of galaxies. Their aura almost reached the peak of the holy level.
The top being in the Supreme Hall—the Holy Lord!
The powerful men of the Supreme Palace have already mobilized to surround and suppress a Qinglian Saint. It is like a dream, and it is simply an eternal legend.
Powers comparable to those in the Supreme Palace are equally puzzled.
but.
The powerful men in the Supreme Palace don't think this is a joke.
Because after nearly two thousand years, Qinglian is no longer a saint.
The opponent broke through the realm at an incredible speed. He had already crossed the Saint realm, surpassed the Holy Lord realm, and was about to reach the Holy Lord realm!
This is a true miracle!
This kind of practice record is the best in this universe!
Even the Holy Master on their side doesn't know what the reason is.
