"Master, I'm wrong ~"

Shenmu was honest, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and quickly admitted his mistake. He was also scared, and he was afraid. He was really afraid when he thought about the spirit of the holy image just now.

Xinkui is not a direct attack, but a kind of self dissemination. If the holy image attacks, he will turn into ashes now.

Yang Yiyun glared at him. Instead of talking, he stepped forward.

Although Shenmu was bold just now, he also knew that the scroll in the hands of the statue was an important thing.

What would it be?

Is it the sage's instruction in Xuantong's mouth?

Maybe.

But now we all know that, even if it is a sage's instruction, it is not easy to get it.

Just now that divine light breath all people felt, can't force enemy.

Yang Yiyun came forward because he observed a detail, that is, the other finger of the statue pointed to the ground.

It's a holy image. No detail is simple.

He came forward to check, but found nothing.

There is nothing on the ground of the finger of the statue.

"No ~"

He muttered to himself.

"God is talking about where the finger of the statue is?" Xuantong asked after hearing it.

"Well, it's a holy image. It can't be without reference. What do you see?" Yang Yiyun asked Xuantong.

At the moment, they are both human beings, but they have the same thinking.

Xuantong thought about it and said, "I don't know if it's right. It's a story about saints spread in the eternal divine world."

"Talk about it ~" Yang Yiyun motioned him to continue.

Xuantong organized a language to say: "it is said that sages protected all the people in the world in ancient times, and all the people regarded sages as the God of protection and worshiped them as a kind of faith."

"You mean we should worship the holy image?" Yang Yiyun said.

Xuantong nodded his head and said, "you can visit us. Anyway, it's the image of a saint."

"Ha ha, you have a try. It's in the place of the finger of the statue." Yang Yiyun said.

To tell you the truth, I don't know why. When Xuantong said that he wanted to worship the statue, he had no reason to feel disgusted and resisted.

But intellectually speaking, he recognized Xuantong's words.

The gap between them and the saints is more than 18000 miles, and it is normal to worship a holy statue.

"I'll try to visit first." Xuantong said that and knelt down on his knees to worship the statue.

Xuantong is crisp and neat, and he will bow down.

A magical scene appeared.

After Xuantong paid homage, the divine light on the scroll on the statue flickered, suspended and opened. However, the divine light on the scroll was shrouded and nothing could be seen clearly, but a divine light flew out of the scroll and fell on Xuantong.

Then Xuantong was shocked, but he didn't move. It seemed that he was frozen on the spot. At first, Yang Yiyun thought there was something strange, but then he felt that Xuantong's breath was flowing, and it seemed that his cultivation had improved.

It's obvious that we've benefited.

"Master..."

Aoqing also found the mystery, which means that they also want to worship the holy image.

"Go ahead ~"

Next, Aoqing Aoyun brothers and Shenmu ancestors worship the holy image.

Sure enough, the three divine lights shone on them from the scroll, and they also entered the cultivation state.

At this time, Yang Yiyun suddenly saw Xiong Huan still standing in the same place and asked with a smile, "why don't you worship me?"

"If Brother Yun doesn't worship me, he won't either." Xiong Huanxiu's main concern is the way of blood. For her, it doesn't matter what she feels. Her mind is simple. She doesn't move when she sees that Yang Yiyun doesn't worship her.

"It's better not to worship. To tell you the truth, although I have the power to feel it, I really dislike the idea of forcing others to do something difficult. This holy statue has already set the rules for later generations to worship. I don't like these rules. I don't want to worship them."

Yang Yiyun spoke out his heart.

"Master..."

"Yunzi..."

Just then there was a sound outside the hall.

But Yu Linglong and Xiong Youtian, mother-in-law Shahu, Medusa, Tianhe, chuantianhou, Shi Gandang, Madame Honglian, and Zhunsheng from the north and the South came in.When Yang Yiyun saw Yu Linglong, his eyes lit up and he said, "sister Linglong, will you recover?"

"No, you're in heaven?" When Yang Yiyun saw Yu Linglong, he not only restored the realm of cultivation, but also broke through the realm of cultivation and reached the realm of heaven just like him.

In her eyes, Yu Linglong had a look that could not be concealed. She nodded with reserve: "well, it's completely recovered and smoothly broke through to the realm of heaven."

This time she took it and became a Nirvana flower. When she regained her cultivation state, she worked hard to break through into the realm of the way of heaven, which was also a matter of course. She was the top Dharma God before. In fact, her main purpose of coming to the eternal God world was to sharpen her mind and understand the way of heaven, so that she could break through the barrier.

It's true that she and Yang Yiyun came to the eternal divine world, and the experience laid a foundation for her breakthrough.

It's no surprise that you can break through the road.

Yu Linglong's breakthrough also let Yang Yiyun know that Qian Kun's language may not be accurate, or that effort is to change. Maybe Qian Kun's original language has another meaning, but it will be misunderstood by the parties.

"You... Also..."

Yu Linglong looks at Yang Yiyun growing up. In her eyes, Yang Yiyun is in the realm of heaven.

She can't see through Yang Yiyun, the new God of heaven and earth.

How long has it been?

Maybe this is the wisdom of Lao shenzun!

His descendants are not in the pool.

When she met Yang Yiyun for the first time before, she also wanted to make Yang Yiyun fight with the emperor of Tian nationality. That was a fool talking in his dream, but now it seems that everything is possible.

His growth is the best proof.

"Haha, it's just a fluke ~"

Mr. Yang was very modest in front of Yu Linglong.

Finally, the other people's eyes to Yang Yiyun were different. They all had their own thoughts, but one thing was settled. They were convinced that it might be good to follow such a master.

Then everyone joined in the procession of worshiping the holy image, and everyone was baptized by the scroll of the holy image.

Enter the state of cultivation.

Obviously, that scroll is the most precious one left by the sage.

Let everyone's cultivation have a breakthrough and improvement.

Only he and Xiong Huan did not participate in the worship.

It's in the hall waiting for everyone to finish their cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years later, a kind of big demon God under him has ended his cultivation.

Yang Yiyun looked at one by one to improve a level of realm, immediately in the heart of joy, these people's promotion on behalf of his strength.

The scroll is still shining, and now Yang Yiyun hesitates.

What's wrong with worshiping? It's just the mood in my heart.

And we all worshiped, did not find anything uncomfortable, all upgraded to a small level, said to have heard the voice of the sage preaching.

Yang Yiyun knows that this kind of voice is unspeakable. He needs to worship the sage to get the light of the scroll and hear the sage preaching.

After thinking about it, he's going to say goodbye.

Just as he bowed down on his knees, before he began to pay homage, the statue suddenly made a "click" sound.

At the same time, a voice immediately rang out in his mind: "Daoyou Zhesha, I also ~"