Shock! How could the useless Second Miss be a spiritual god?

Suddenly, Jun Moli's face flashed before Huo Linger's eyes, then it merged into the face of the bald saint, and finally it slowly turned into Ye Qingxuan, the first generation god in the coffin.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Huo Ling'er frowned slightly. It was not difficult for her to find that these three people looked very similar.

"You should know them, right?"

There seemed to be a hint of laughter in his voice, but then his voice turned cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and he said in a cold voice:

"If you were asked to choose, would you choose Jun Moli or the current Saint Son Jun Moyan?"

Huo Linger was struck by lightning and was completely stunned: "???"

She knew that Jun Moyan was the Holy Son, but the problem was that she was not familiar with either of them, nor did she understand them, so how could she choose! ?

"I choose neither!"

"I don't know any of them!"

The girl's cold words shot out like a sharp arrow, and her voice instantly became silent as if frozen.

After a short pause, the voice slowly sounded again: "Remember, only one of Jun Moyan and Jun Moli can survive, otherwise..."

What if it was not? The sound suddenly stopped, as if it was cut off by an invisible hand and disappeared into the vast space.

Huo Ling'er frowned. She really didn't understand why this mysterious voice asked her to make such a choice.

Moreover, she had no idea what the relationship between Jun Moyan and Jun Moli was.

But there was one thing she was sure of, that was there must be a close connection between the two men. Were they brothers? Or father and son?!

Huo Ling'er decided not to think about these complicated issues anymore. Her most important task now was to get rid of this hateful evil sound!

"Ah!"

"Otherwise what? Why don't you say anything?"

Huo Ling'er was extremely anxious and asked hurriedly, but the next moment, she was ruthlessly thrown out from the void by that voice like a kite with a broken string.

"What's wrong with you? You speak like a mynah bird that only speaks half of its words. Now you treat me like this. Do you want to kill me for money?"

Huo Ling'er muttered to herself and sighed helplessly.

Afterwards, she once again exuded powerful mental power, exactly the same as before, and slowly wandered in the secret realm of Piaomiao Mountain.

Her movements were smooth and natural, as if she had never stepped into that empty space.

As Huo Linger's mental power grew stronger, countless star souls fell one after another on the center of the small formation on the ground.

Recalling the chaos just now, a sentence involuntarily emerged in Huo Ling'er's mind: "Everything that exists is illusory." This sentence was like a bright lighthouse, shining the light of wisdom in her heart.

Everything in this secret realm is nothingness!

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Countless explosions sounded.

Countless small formations on the ground shattered like porcelain hit by a sledgehammer.

The insights contained therein, like a flood bursting through a dam, all poured into Huo Ling'er's mind.

Not far away, a sacred and solemn palace, like a sleeping giant, gradually revealed its face.

The eighty-one gods exclaimed in amazement. They were simply overwhelmed with admiration for the younger generation who could break the formation so quickly.

Miss Ling's talent is as high as the brightest star in the night sky. Even compared with those chosen ones in the temple back then, she is not inferior.

At this moment, the little tree spirit full of flowers in the space suddenly shook its body like a shy child.

Huo Ling'er noticed it immediately and quickly used her mental power to calm it.

Surprisingly, she found that the flowers on the little tree spirit were originally emerald green, but now they had turned into red and green, which was very eye-catching and particularly eye-catching.

When she picked up the little tree spirit and looked at it carefully, she saw that the flowers on the little tree spirit were flashing with golden veins, as if they were rivers flowing with mysterious power.

"Could it be that the little tree spirit has turned into a green spirit fruit tree?"

An ancient book that she had read before suddenly emerged in Huo Ling'er's mind, which happened to contain records about this species.

Biling fruit? Isn't that a rare thing that has long been extinct? How did it appear here?

You know, the Bi Ling Fruit is much more precious than ordinary Ling Fruits, and its efficacy is several times more powerful. And such a precious treasure was picked up by Miss Ling so easily?

This made them sigh that Miss Ling was so lucky.

“It’s… it’s the little tree spirit!”

The tree spirit was just half asleep and half awake when it suddenly heard Huo Ling'er calling it tree spirit again.

It was so angry that it suddenly woke up and wanted to refute angrily, but it ran out of strength after saying just a few words, closed its eyes and fell asleep again.

"Okay, I'll call you a tree spirit, a tree spirit!"

Huo Ling'er looked at the little tree spirit and smiled helplessly, then turned to look at the old stone next to it and found that it was indeed covered with mushrooms of various colors, but she had no impression of these things and had no idea what they were, so she had to stop guessing for the time being.

She left a trace of her spiritual power attached to Old Stone, so that she would know immediately if there was any disturbance.

Then she hurried towards the palace like a gust of wind.

The journey was smooth and Huo Ling'er successfully entered the God's Temple.

But she was still thinking about the mysterious voice in her heart, as if she was being pulled by an invisible thread. She tried to find its trace again, but it was like looking for a needle in the vast ocean, and she found nothing.

At this moment, the door of the shrine began to close slowly, and the sound it made seemed particularly harsh in the empty hall.

"Miss Ling, you don't have to panic. This is the blessing from the Lord God that is about to begin."

The eighty-one gods in the space spoke to comfort Huo Linger, "The main temple here is exactly the same as the main temple in the divine realm."

Although the eighty-one gods did not have much good feelings towards their first God Lord Ye Qingxuan, they had to admit that the strength of the first God Lord Ye Qingxuan had reached the pinnacle, a peak that ordinary people could hardly reach.

And the blessing he left behind may still be silently protecting the disciples of the temple, which is also a good thing.

Now that they have become Miss Ling's subordinates, why wouldn't they take advantage of the various benefits in the temple? !

"Miss Ling, go sit down on that cushion and draw a drop of blood."

Huo Ling'er heard and did as he said.

Blood with a hint of gold flowed out, and then the statue in front of him glowed with golden light.

"Miss Ling, your spiritual roots must be purple, right? If so, it would be the best."

Huo Ling'er recalled the scene of testing her spiritual roots when she first entered Qingyun Sect and nodded slightly.

"That's great. The Lord God will bestow blessings based on the level of the disciple's spiritual roots. Purple spiritual roots are the best. How much you can absorb later depends on your own luck, Miss Ling."

Huo Ling'er sat quietly on the cushion with her eyes closed, looking forward to the blessing of the God, hoping to receive guidance and strength.

At this moment, the statue in front suddenly made a low humming sound.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of dazzling golden light shot out from the statue and quickly enveloped Huo Ling'er.

"What's going on? Why is Miss Ling's blessing golden?"

A god asked in surprise.

Others also showed puzzled expressions: "Yes, according to convention, Miss Ling's should be purple!"

The gods looked at each other, completely confused, but the blessing had already begun and there was no way to interrupt and ask anything.

Although they were full of doubts, they knew that the most important thing at the moment was to bless success.

Perhaps, the Lord God has his own deeper meaning, and they can only wait quietly for the answer to be revealed.