Chapter 1741

Among these monks, there is Liu Mengchan.

Elder Fan rushed to the Hall of the Holy Maiden in a hurry, told Liu Mengchan about the matter in person, and said, "Let's go, don't stay here!"

Liu Mengchan's expression changed when she learned of this. Although she was ready to give up her life, she did not expect such an outcome.

But she was relieved quickly, thinking of her own life-saving struggle, thinking that becoming a saint in the Temple of Divine Marks would prevent her from being abused at will by others.

But in the end, she realized that she was still an ant, and the net of fate was constantly tightening, making her a little suffocated.

Even the saintess will still be replaced.

"Where are we going? Let's not say whether I can leave the Temple of the Divine Marks. Even if I leave the Temple of the Marks, where can I go? No, I can't get out of the chaos!"

Liu Mengchan rejected Elder Fan's kindness.

She knew that Elder Fan might help her escape from the Temple of Divine Marks. At this time, she didn't want to implicate Elder Fan any more.

"It's not worth it to be abandoned like this with your talent!" Elder Fan said.

"There are many things in this world that are more talented than me, and I don't think I am better than ordinary monks."

Liu Mengchan said, "I can get to where I am today only because I work harder than ordinary monks. However, I now understand a truth. In this world, hard work is not enough."

Elder Fan was dumbfounded. In Liu Mengchan's eyes, he felt the will to die, which made Elder Fan think of his past.

He used to be a magician, and before he became a magician, he yearned for a magician and maintained the law of chaos. This is a noble thing.

Until he became a lawyer, until he experienced things that were contrary to his own heart, but still needed to be executed.

Trapped in the cage at the bottom of his heart, he finally violated the law of chaos that he once firmly believed in.

With a sigh, Elder Fan slowly left the Hall of Saintess. After he left, no one set foot in the Hall of Saintess again.

Liu Mengchan slowly got up and walked out. She was going to see how strong the newly-appointed saintess who were trained in the Temple of Divine Marks were.

If she can't be stronger than her, she is really not reconciled!

"What did you say? Someone broke through the 30th floor? Is it the next Saintess trained by the Temple of Divine Marks?"

Similarly, as uncomfortable as Liu Mengchan, there was another cultivator, Huangfu Song.

According to the original script, after the blessing ceremony, he should marry the holy maiden back to the chaotic homeland and fill it into his harem.

This is the saintess of the Divine Emblem Hall, even if she is married, the Divine Emblem Hall will immediately abolish her, and she is also the Virgin of the Divine Emblem Hall.

I am afraid that, in the entire land of chaos, only he can have such a privilege, and it is impossible for this to happen in tens of thousands of years.

All of this is due to the fact that he has a strong Lao Tzu, and his Lao Tzu even won the Temple of Divine Marks by betting.

His father is going to lose the face of the Temple of the Divine Emblem, and he is here to save the face of the Temple of the Divine Emblem. For him, it is a glorious sight, but it is a shame for the Temple of the Divine Emblem.

But he didn't expect that the Temple of Divine Marks would give him such a trick. Jiang was still old and hot, and he had prepared countless means to deal with it, but he didn't expect that the Temple of the Marks would even hide such a trick.

"Who is it?" Huangfusong asked.

"I don't know, no one knows, we have inquired about the news before, and there is no woman who meets the conditions."

A cultivator said tremblingly, "This temple of gods is hidden too deep, I am afraid that such a hand has been prepared before the bet."

It's not that Huangfusong didn't know about the Divine Rune Palace. In fact, he had already figured out the situation of the Divine Rune Palace in the years before he came here.

"Go, go and see!"

Huangfusong said, "I remember that Liu Mengchan's record is the 41st floor. She also holds the highest record for the holy son's pilgrimage to the tower in all dynasties. If she can't break Liu Mengchan's record, it means that the Temple of Divine Emblem is the And then making her a saint is very far-fetched!"

After the monks heard it, there was a glimmer of hope. If Huangfu could not lose the face of the Temple of Divine Marks, and Huangfu would go back, it would naturally not be affected.

At the same time, there was a cave in the Divine Rune Hall.

The servant of the right protector came to the cave and said in a low voice, "Tell the master..."

The servant recounted what happened, and after a long time, a gloomy voice came from the cave, saying: "The Holy Son broke into the tower? Was it arranged by the palace master and those old immortals? Why do I have no news at all? !"

The servant dared not speak.

"Have you found that Bai Ye?" said the Right Protector, "Didn't he go out with Liu Mengchan? Could it be that he died!"

"Liu Mengchan has already returned, and Bai Ye is missing. However, Bai Ye's identity plate has not been broken, so it is very likely that he is not dead."

said the servant.

"If you can't find Bai Ye, then look for that surnamed Fan's outlet first!"

The right protector said, "Don't think that once you are a priest, you can do whatever you want in the temple of the gods. This is a place of chaos."

"It's a bit inappropriate to do it directly with him, after all, he is an elder," said the servant.

"Don't this old man surnamed Fan like to meddle in his own business? He must be on Liu Mengchan's side. Our new saint is about to be born. We have to give her a big gift, don't we?"

Right Protector said.

"I remember, he seems to have gone to the Holy Virgin's Hall..." The servant smiled gloomily, "Everything he said will be recorded by someone."

The Temple of Divine Marks, the place of cultivation.

Old Wang Sima was sitting cross-legged on the mountain, receiving the visiting monks, but he never opened his eyes.

Until a cultivator was talking about the outside world, he suddenly frowned, grabbed the cultivator, and said, "What did you just say?"

This cultivator was not low in cultivation, but he was in the Xuantian realm, but he was taken aback by Old Wang Sima, because Old Wang Sima was just an ordinary deacon.

In the Temple of Divine Marks, there are not one thousand, but eight hundred. It is only where their powers lie that they will show some courtesy.

Unexpectedly, when he was caught by Old Wang Sima, his whole body trembled. Those gloomy eyes made him forget to even resist, and tremblingly, he immediately recounted what happened outside.

When Old Wang Sima heard this, he pinched his fingers, and suddenly burst out laughing: "Hahahaha, the son of prophecy, turned out to be the son of prophecy, I actually waited, hahaha, I actually waited for the son of prophecy, you old people, You wait for Lao Tzu, and I will find you one by one to settle accounts!"

Having said that, Old Wang Sima grabbed the cultivator and said in an icy tone, "Go, no matter what method you use, go and tell the Holy Son and ask him to come to me."

While speaking, Old Wang Sima took out an object and placed it in the monk's hand. The monk was already quite frightened, but when he saw the object in his hand, his eyes immediately lit up.

"I will help you convey it." The monk said.

Looking at the back of the cultivator leaving, Old Wang Sima sat on the ground, unable to calm down any longer.