Resolution 5942

Named by the Holy Maiden, among the Eight Banner Masters, a rickety old man walked out, turned to look down, clenched his fists and coughed, and said, "I want to teach you to know that as early as ten years ago, the Holy Son of the Divine Religion had already He was born in secret, and over the years, he has been keeping a low profile in the shrine and cultivating himself!"

The whole hall was silent, followed by an uproar.

Everyone looked at the owner of the Sunda flag in disbelief. Many people silently digested the sudden news, and more people asked loudly.

"Master Sikong Banner, the Son of God has already been born, why don't I know about this?"

"Your Highness, the Holy Son really was born ten years ago?"

"Who is the Holy Son? What is your cultivation base now?"

...

The people who can stand in the hall at this time are the high-level people of the gods, and they are all strong in the gods. They are absolutely qualified to know the many secrets of the gods, but it was only now that they discovered that there were some things in the gods that belonged to them. Completely unaware.

Sikong Nan raised his hand slightly, suppressing the noise of the crowd, and said, "Ten years ago, the old man was out on a mission, besieged by a group of strong men of Mokism, and had to hide under a cliff. Coming from the sky, he fell in front of this old man. That young man's cultivation base was still shallow, and he fell from a cliff of ten thousand feet without dying, which is also a fortune teller. After the old man was healed, he would be brought back to the sect."

At this point, he paused for a while to let everyone digest what he just said.

Someone whispered: "There will be a day when the sky will crack, and a person will fall from the sky, igniting the brilliance of light, tearing apart the blockade of darkness, and defeating the ultimate enemy!" Wouldn't it be exactly the prophecy left by the saint?"

"Yes, yes, if you fall off a cliff without dying, this child must have great blessings!"

"Isn't this the Holy Son?"

"No, that young man descended from the sky, and indeed the prophecy was printed, but the prophecy also said that the sky was cracked, how to explain this sentence?"

Sikong Nan seemed to have known that someone would ask such a question, so he said slowly: "What do you all know, the place where this old man was hiding at that time was called a thin line of sky on the terrain!"

The person who asked the question suddenly suddenly said, "So it is."

If you look up in a terrain like the one-line sky, the gap formed by the cliffs on both sides really looks like a gap in the sky.

Everything is right!

The prophecy left by the first generation of saints, which is the scene of the appearance of the boy who fell from the sky, is the sign of the birth of the Son of God!

Sikong Nan continued: "As you all thought, when I rescued the boy, I thought of the prophecy left by the first generation of saintess, and after bringing him back to the sect, the saintess summoned several other banner owners. , opened the dusty land!"

"What was the result?" Someone asked, even though he knew that the result must be good, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Sikong Nandao: "He passed the test left by the first generation of saints!"

"It is undoubtedly the Son of God!"

"Hahaha, the Holy Son was born ten years ago. My god has been waiting for so many years, and it has finally arrived."

"Now those puppies of the Mo Sect have good fruit to eat."

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After everyone vented their excitement, it took a while before Sikong Nan continued: "After ten years of cultivation, the talents, talents, and talents displayed by the Holy Son are all top-notch. When the old man rescued him, he was just It didn't take long for him to start practicing, but now, his strength is no less than that of any banner owner."

Hearing this, everyone in the hall was shocked.

The Eight Banner Masters of the Divine Sect and the Eight Commanders of the Mohist Sect are both the top powerhouses in the world, but their cultivation time is not short, ranging from decades to hundreds of years or even longer. This height today.

But it took only ten years for the Holy Son to do it, and he was indeed the legendary savior.

Such a person might really be able to break the limits of this world's martial arts, and use his personal might to wipe out the magic of Mohism.

"The cultivation of the Holy Son has reached a bottleneck. I originally planned to disclose the matter of the Holy Son after a while.

He was also officially born, but he didn't want such a thing to happen at this juncture. " Sikong Nan frowned.

Even if someone was filled with righteous indignation and said: "The Holy Son has already been born and passed the test left by the first generation of the Holy Maiden, then his identity is unquestionable. In this way, the guy who has not yet entered the city must be fake. Goods no doubt."

"The methods of the Mohist religion are as despicable as ever. Over the years, they have used the prophecy of the prophecy many times to try to install people in the divine religion, but they have never succeeded. It seems that they can't remember a single lesson."

Someone came out, clasped their fists and said, "Your Highness, the flag owners, please allow your subordinates to lead people out of the city and kill Xiao Xiao, who pretended to be a holy son and blasphemed my religion, as an example!"

More than one person said that, and several others jumped out, trying to lead people out of the city and kill the person who pretended to be the Son of God.

The owner of the Li Ziqi snorted softly: "If the news is not leaked, kill it, but now this news has been known to the whole city, and all the church members are looking forward to it, you go and kill others now, How do you explain it to the congregation?"

A Dharma protector said, "But that Holy Son is a fake."

Li Ziqi said: "Everyone present knows that the person is a fake. What about ordinary church members? They don't know, they only know that the legendary savior will enter the city tomorrow!"

Gen Ziqi patted his chubby belly and smiled: "You really can't kill it like this, otherwise the impact will be too great." He paused and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Have you thought about how this news spread? It came out?" He turned his head and looked at a woman among the Eight Banner Masters: "Sister Guan, you are in charge of the internal and external intelligence of the Divine Religion with the flag, this matter should be found out?"

Guan Miaozhu, the owner of the flag, nodded and said, "As soon as the news spread, I ordered someone to investigate. The source of this news came from a deacon named Zuo Wuyou under the Zhenzi banner. It seems that he discovered it when he was out on a mission. Holy Son, brought him back, gathered a group of people outside the city, and let those people release the news, and the whole city knew about it."

"Zhenzi Banner, Zuoyouyou!" The Gen character banner owner pondered for a while, "I have heard this name vaguely." He turned to look at the Zhenzi banner owner, and continued: "If you are not mistaken, Zuoyouyou is qualified. Not bad, sooner or later I can be promoted to the Immortal Ascension Boundary."

The owner of the Zhenzi flag said lightly: "Why do you fat man care so much about my people?"

The owner of the flag with the word Gen smirked: "They are all disciples of the gods. As the owner of a flag, shouldn't I be concerned about it?"

"Come on, have you poached a few of the elites under each of your subordinates over the years? I warn you, don't try to hit my disciples."

The owner of the Gen character flag looked sad: "I can't help it. I, the Gen character flag, have always been in charge of the charge. Every time I play against the Mokism, there are damages. I have to find a way to replenish the manpower."

The owner of the Zhenzi Banner snorted softly, and said, "Zuo Wuyou is indeed under my Zhenzi banner. I have no father or mother. I grew up in the religious religion since I was a child. After he was promoted to the Immortal Ascension Boundary, he was promoted as a Dharma protector, so there shouldn't be any problem with Zuo Wuyou, unless he was contaminated by the power of ink and distorted his mind."

Li Ziqi said: "I also have a little impression of Zuoyouyou, he doesn't seem to be someone who can play tricks."

"In that case, it was the fake saint who made Zuo Wuyou convene to spread the news."

"Why did he do it?"

Everyone is puzzled. Since that guy is a fake, why does he have the guts to tell everyone about this? Isn't he afraid that someone will confront him?

Suddenly, someone hurriedly rushed over from outside. After seeing the saintess and the banner owners, he came to the banner owner of Lizi and said something in a low voice.

Li Ziqi's face turned cold and asked, "Are you sure?"

The man clasped his fists and said, "I saw it with my own eyes!"

The owner of the Li Ziqi nodded slightly, waved his hand, and the man bowed and retreated.

"What's the situation?" asked the Gen character flag owner.

The owner of Liziqi turned around, saluted the saint in the first place, and said, "His Royal Highness, after I received the news from Liziqi, I ordered people to go to the manor outside the city where Zuo Wuyou once settled, and wanted to go first. One step to control Zuo Wuyou and the fake holy son, but it seems that someone has taken a step ahead, and now that manor has been destroyed."

The Gen character flag owner raised his brows and was greatly surprised: "Someone secretly attacked them?"

Above, the saintess asked, "What about Zuo Wuyou and the person who pretended to be the Son of God?"

Li Ziqi said: "The manor is in ruins, there is no trace of blood or fighting. It seems that Zuo Wuyou and the fake saint have been transferred ahead of time."

"Oh?" The Kunzi Banner Lord, who had been silent for a long time, slowly opened his eyes, and a playful smile appeared on his face: "This is really interesting, a fake saint son, not only let people spread his generals in the city The news that Yu will enter the city tomorrow, he also sensed the danger and moved his hiding place in advance, this guy is a bit difficult."

"Who wanted to kill him?"

"No matter who wants to kill him, now it seems that the environment he is in is not safe, so he will spread the news and let everyone know about his troubles, so that those who are hostile to him will be swayed! "

"So, he will definitely enter the city tomorrow! No matter who he is, what is the purpose of pretending to be the Holy Son, as long as he enters the city, we can take him down and question him!"

Several flag owners, you and me, will soon bring the matter to a conclusion!

It's just that Zuo Wuyou and that fake holy son would actually cause the murder of an inexplicable strong man. Someone wanted to attack and kill them outside the city, which made people a little puzzled. They didn't know what kind of enemy they had provoked.

"How long until dawn?" asked the saint above.

"It's been less than an hour, Your Highness." Someone replied.

The saint nodded: "That's the case, Li Qizhu, Ma Qizhu."

Li Feiyu, the owner of the Li flag, and Ma Chengze, the owner of the Gen flag, immediately stepped forward and said in unison, "My subordinates are here."

The saint said: "The two of you will wait at the city gate. When Zuo Wuyou and the person who pretends to be the son of a saint show up, bring them here."

"Yes!" The two responded like this, and dodged out of the hall.