Chapter 2753

Far away from the temple of the flame, Yang Yi's heart is still as sharp as an awl, which makes him almost unable to stand.

In the temple of the flame, the supreme virgin veil was covered with a pair of pale blue starlight eyes. As soon as the sheep with folded hands caressed his chest and respectfully gave the worship of fire, he raised his head and saw the eyes, and the awl went into his heart.

Is the loss of Chu pain, is not regret the attachment, is hard to give up the pain of unforgettable.

Just seeing the eyes of the virgin, the sheep knew that the man he had been looking for for for more than 500 years had finally found him. Lost in this world, the saint is the one who can take him home. She is his light in the dark.

Seeing the old sheep raised its head, the saint's body suddenly vibrated, and it was obvious that she recognized him. Although he and she do not know who each other is, but know that he (she) is.

In the temple of fire, the virgin above the throne is opposite to the sheep under the steps. The heart is sharp pain, each other's eyes are never forget the infatuation.

As soon as the sheep looked at these eyes, he could not breathe, and his tears almost burst into tears.

Who are you? Are you my wife? How long have you been waiting for me?

I've worked hard for 500 years. If I can't find you again, I'm afraid I can't keep going.

The virgin looked at the sheep's crazy eyes, and her blank life experience seemed to be covered with dust in an instant, weighing heavily on the internal organs.

Who are you? Are you the shadow in my dream? Where are you from?

Why am I so sad? You must be very tired. You must have walked a long way to get here.

in the temple of the sacred fire, no one dares to look directly at the holy daughter. The unusual performance of Yang Yi has attracted the attention of others. The light on the right reminds ojiri in a deep voice: "King Xiao Dali, don't be rude in front of the saint."

In a hurry, the sheep lowered his head and forced himself to breathe with the pain from his heart. After that, he did not know how to get there until Shapur pulled him out of the temple of fire.

"Xiao Dali Wang, what's wrong with you? It's rude today. It shouldn't be. "

"I Too nervous, Saint I'm too nervous... "

After going out for a long time, the sheep stopped and turned back and looked at the temple of the fire, which was half hidden in a misty cloud.

Back to his home on the side of the mountain, the pain of his heart finally became less unbearable. At first, the sheep carefully analyzed the current situation.

He never dreamed that what he had been looking for for for 500 years was actually a fire worshiping saint. Although I don't know who the virgin is, the feeling of meeting each other clearly tells the sheep everything.

He has been in pyrology for 14 years and has been above the middle level for 10 years. Yang Yi has a good understanding of pyrology.

Fire worship was founded for more than 900 years, but there was no saint at first. It was not until 500 years ago that the goddess appeared in the temple of the sacred fire. As soon as the sheep calculated, it should be about the same time that he appeared in this world.

Are saints also dead? Did she live to be more than 500 years old?

Over the past five hundred years, the fire worship, the holy daughter and the holy mountain have been the supreme existence of all believers. For the majority of believers, the saint is the embodiment of light, the place of their faith, and the eternal fire of the God of light on the holy mountain.

If the virgin is my way back, how can I go back? Are the saints going back together? Who the hell is she?

The sheep can feel that the virgin and he are part of each other's souls, but they don't know what to do next.

Yang Yi is now one of the twelve precious kings of light. He has the right to enter the holy mountain freely. He can even go directly to the temple gate of the left and right light envoys to meet them. He can come and go freely in most places on the mountain.

However, the temple of the flame and the temple of the saints were still the places where he could not break into. These two places were forbidden areas for everyone. Anyone who broke into the temple would be killed.

Forbidden area? Hum! The sheep turned his back and looked at the vast sea of Lei Zhu in the distance beyond the mountain, and made a disdainful voice in his nose.

In the late night, the peak of the holy mountain was dark except for the flame which would never be extinguished in the temple of the sacred fire. As soon as the sheep put on their night clothes, they touched the temple.

There are martial arts masters in the Presbyterian and Deacon's Court on the peak, but what hasn't Yang Yi done in these 500 years? Moreover, no foreign enemy has ever been able to reach the top of the holy mountain in 500 years. How high is the vigilance performance of the martial arts masters on duty?

As soon as the sheep got through the window of the temple of saints, two elders in the distance were still whispering about the gold they had brought back from the foot of the mountain yesterday.

The temple of saints' daughters is a small palace and courtyard built on the top of the mountain. It looks like three times. Even some houses are just caves dug out of the mountain wall. They must be the residence of servants or maidens in the palace.

The temple of the saints is full of women, and any man who enters here will be executed. The virgin is the embodiment of light and purity.

There must be female martial artists in the hall, and they must be masters at the level of elders or deacons, and there must be more than one. So the sheep spent a lot more time inside than outside. They kept holding their breath and lurking. Finally, they just crawled and glided like snakes.When he came to the courtyard of the innermost saint, he was not like a snake, but a grey faced mud monkey.

Only the innermost house was still lighted by candlelight, and the sheep knew it would be on before they came. If you visit late at night, the virgin will be waiting for you.

As soon as the sheep, covered with earth, entered the fragrant room, the veiled saint was waiting for him.

With the saint, there was also a maid, who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old. The little maid was surprised, but obviously not by the arrival of Yangyi, but by how dirty he was.

For the first time in five hundred years, a man has come into this place, even the first time a man has entered the sanctuary.

The saint and the sheep looked at each other in silence for a while, then motioned him and himself to go inside. It was the virgin's bedroom. It was spacious and silent. The rear window was picked out of the cliff, overlooking Leizhu sea.

The maid stood at the door of the outer room.

Facing each other's eyes, the virgin and the sheep felt the familiarity and warmth brought by each other's souls, and felt the integrity of their own souls for the first time.

He and she, across thousands of years, meet again in the rolling world of mortals.

He and she, through the boundless darkness, met in the world.

He and she broke through the barrier of life and death, and once again walked together stubbornly.

But he knew it was her, but he didn't know who she was. She knew he was coming, but she didn't know who he was.

The virgin took off her veil and showed her beautiful girl's face. The sheep gazed at her greedily and did not dare to blink. Not because of her beauty, but because of the fear that everything in front of her will become a dream.

She went to touch his face. As soon as the sheep took off the mask, he showed his old face. He is more like her great grandfather by his looks.

As soon as the sheep pulled off the human skin mask on his face, he showed his tender young face. She stroked his lips, eyes and nose with her fingers.

"I know it's you. What's your name?"

"I don't know. I've been looking for 500 years and I haven't found who I am."

"Where are you from?"

"From another world."

The sheep took her hand.

"What's your name?"

"I don't have a name. I was born without a name. Everyone calls me saint."