The back mountain of the sacred mountain is the most mysterious and the peak of power for the entire Shenqi Continent. Even the sacred master cannot easily step into this small territory. It is probably because many big men on the heavenly stairs of the sacred mountain live in the back mountain. All those who know this secret are very curious why so many big men live in this small land, and everyone seems to live in harmony, and the back mountain is usually very quiet.

Today is also quiet, but Shan is crowded with people. About thirty young girls gathered in the open space in the back mountain. They all have very close appearances, not so beautiful. Shan always feels very comfortable seeing them, willing to get close to them, and even have a peaceful mood.

Although the girls gathered together to discuss in groups, the volume was well controlled and not noisy.

"Sister Xiaoya... do you want to be this prophet?"

"I don't really want to..." Wang Ya smiled. Her smile was very innocent, making people believe that every word she said was from the heart.

The girl she said next to her was about three-point similar to her, but she was different from the little melancholy between Wang Ya's eyebrows. She looked at it and was very lively, and seemed to have no suffering in the world.

"My dad said that your mother's answer was similar to yours. I really don't understand you. How good is the prophet! Although he is a mortal in this life, even if he becomes a prophet, even if he practices Taoism, he will have a next life, and he will be in power in this life. Why are you unwilling to do it?" The girl tilted her head and thought hard. After a while, she found that it seemed that she could not think of any result with her wisdom, so she lowered her head dejectedly.

Wang Ya looked at her cousin beside her without answering, but just smiled slightly, her smile was very sweet.

Wang Ya's cousin thought that she would show her attitude, and Wang Ya would come to explain the reason. She had used this trick many times and almost tried it all day long, but today she did not receive any expected feedback. She unexpectedly glanced at Wang Ya and found that she was just here to see it. She knew that her little thoughts had been seen by her, so she simply asked directly: "Can you tell me?"

"Maybe our desires are different, I think this life is good..."

Wang Ya looked at a high platform in the open space. A beautiful woman about forty years old walked towards the platform step by step, wearing her grand dress, indescribable elegance and nobility, and she could also feel the pressure like a tsunami in her body, which was the pressure above the heavenly ranks.

"Xiaoya, you are not two years older than me. Why do you speak as sensible as the teachers on the sacred mountain? You always like to say something like the rest... I'm going to guess the rest..." The girl was very dissatisfied with Wang Ya's answer, pouting, and turning her head aside...

"Ha...I'm not just saying half of it, it's because I really like this life. Although there is a next life, it's good. But everything in this life needs to be erased. So am I still me? Besides... He has no next life, how can this life be able to be a hundred years?" Wang Ya said the last half of the sentence very lightly, as if she was murmured alone.

"I still didn't understand, and I felt like you seemed to have said something I didn't hear..."

The girl wanted to continue asking, but the beautiful woman on the platform coughed lightly, interrupting her question.

"Today is the day to choose the Saint of the Divine Mountain, and you are all descendants of the Tiansuan family. You know what this means. Use the endless lifespan of the monks to exchange for the supreme glory and the next life of this life. Not to mention the authority of this life, the next life alone is enough to make this world of cultivation crazy!" The beautiful woman's words were not very inflammatory, and a kind of peace of mind was a matter of fact. On the contrary, in some hidden caves, several figures appeared at the doors of their caves. Their figures were blurred, as if they were not in the world.

Even though their bodies are illusory, they can still feel their strong emotional fluctuations, and an emotion called unwillingness spreads between them.

One of them sighed at his palm. There was a mysterious rune flashing on it in his palm. Unlike them, although this rune was on them, it fell into the present world, and even faintly guided the illusory figure into the present world. There was an obscure feeling on the rune, which seemed to link this unknown space.

"Old man, do you believe this rune?"

"Why do you have to ask? If you believe it, why should you and me be in the current state of being immortal..."

"It's nothing wrong. At least I can feel my existence. I still remember the way the teacher came back. I was terriblely strong, as if I could move mountains and fill the sea with my arms. I had no problem with our memory, but I couldn't feel any anger in him... So I chose to be like this... I don't know how long I can last... Alas!"

"Haha... I didn't take this step before, and my life was endless, and I had no hope for breakthrough. I suddenly felt that living was a kind of pain, but I had no hope for this life, and I didn't even have the next life, so I didn't dare to die. Until one day I made up my mind and faced death, but I didn't want to break through. When I broke through, the identity token of the sacred mountain turned into a rune sealed on my right hand. I received a lot of information, but I didn't dare to respond to its call. I didn't die before, but I didn't even have the will to die..."

"Haha...become a god! What a tempting statement! But the prophets who heard the heavens exchanged their lifetime for a lifetime of life..."

The conversation between the two illusory figures was like their bodies, and it seemed that there was no room for this space. Normally, no one could hear the conversation between them. However, the beautiful woman who was presiding over the screening of the saint suddenly looked back at them, with a meaningful smile on her lips.

The two were shocked, wondering if the prophet had a shocked insight into their communication. The beauty's strength was actually far lower than that of the two of them, and they were very careful in communication. The most important thing was that although the beauty suddenly turned her head to their direction, her eyes did not fall on them.

They are actually confident that others cannot learn about their communication, but the smile on the corner of the beautiful woman's mouth is too strange, which makes their hearts that are calm for thousands of years stir up waves.

The beautiful woman's face was still in their direction, and she didn't seem to turn her head. Her lips opened slightly, and both illusory figures jumped and beaten.

"The choice of the saint is not based on talent, appearance or other things, only two things, bloodline and fate..." The beauty said, for a long pause, and her eyes finally fell on two illusory figures. Two figures that did not exist in this time and space should not have eyes that could fall on them, but the beauty's eyes seemed to have traveled through the constraints of time and space and fell on them, and then the smile at the corner of her mouth turned into disdain. When the two were about to jump to the present world, the beauty turned her head back without warning and continued to speak: "The bloodline is very simple, as long as I have the bloodline of the prophet, the most important thing is fate... You take turns to come to the stage to contact the crystal pillar behind me, and determine whether you are destined based on the reaction of the crystal pillar..."

The crystal pillar behind the beautiful woman was brought to the altar of the God Capital every time the prophet sacrificed to heaven. In the past, these girls saw it in a grand ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven. A red light connected the heaven and earth through the crystal pillar, and then conveyed some messages that only the prophet could understand.

"Come up one by one, touch the crystal pillar with your hands, and immerse yourself in it. Who is the first to come up?" The beautiful woman reached out and patted the crystal pillar behind her and said.

"Sister, I'll go up first!" The girl who had previously talked to Wang Ya jumped up first and rushed to the stage happily.

She covered her hand on the crystal pillar, and the girl silently thought in her heart that she must succeed. Perhaps she was a little scared. She closed her eyes and suddenly felt a strange burning sensation coming from her hands, and the girls below the stage also made exclamations.

The girl’s name is very distinctive, and the word “li” is just one word.

"I didn't expect that the first person on stage had such a strong reaction with Tian Jing. If nothing unexpected happens, you are the one who is most suitable for being a prophet in this generation..." The beautiful woman said slowly.

When she heard the beautiful woman's voice, she was a little excited. She was actually still young and could not understand well what it means to have a vast power and to have the next life. However, every time the prophet sacrificed to heaven, she liked it very much, and every time the envy sound came from beside her, it made her a little more envious, so she also wanted to be a prophet.

When she opened her eyes and saw the crystal pillar emitted a dazzling red light, she was very excited. She began to imagine that she was taking a group of great figures in the Shenshan that she rarely saw once to the Shendu altar to worship the sky.

Now he was in a great mood. He felt like he was stepping on cotton when he stepped down. Now she needed to share her joy with others, so naturally the first thing she thought of was Wang Ya.

After a few steps, he jumped to Wang Ya's side and said, "If I really become a prophet, I will definitely bring Sister Xiaoya by my side when I sacrifice to heaven, so that you can feel the attention with me!"

"Okay..." The girl Lin and Wang Ya have a very good relationship, and the girl is simple-minded, so Wang Ya is always hard to say anything else to affect its mood.

"According to common sense, Lin and Tianjing are so compatible, no one else has to go on stage to try it, but I still hope that each of you will try it, otherwise it should be said that I am unfair to deal with things..." The beautiful woman looked at the chattering girls in the audience and said.

Perhaps the fit of Lin really satisfies the beautiful woman, and at this time she even walked aside and became stunned.

Others came to the stage one after another. Although they could basically cause feedback from Tianjing, there were only three people who could emit red light. Moreover, the red light of the other two was far different from the feedback caused by Lin until Wang Ya came to the stage.

Wang Ya originally didn't want to go to the stage, and she was not interested in the prophet, but he could feel that although the prophet standing on the stage was staring blankly, a spiritual force came out from her and fell on everyone. Obviously, she didn't want anyone to be independent.

When Wang Ya's hand fell on the Tianjing, she felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy, but it was obviously intimate, but there was a hint of palpitations.

Before she could even put her mind on the Tianjing, Wang Ya wanted to take her hand away. Before she could take action, a suction force sucked her hand firmly on the Tianjing. Another dazzling red light lit up. The red light this time was even more intense than what she had brought before, and the red light even looked like a real thing.

"Oh...what's your name?" The beautiful woman could not hear any joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness in her voice.

"Wang Ya...Auntie Prophet, can I ask a question?"

"Haha...it's her daughter! No wonder...you have any questions!"

The beautiful woman stood up straight when she was originally lazy, which shows that she was curious about the problems in front of her.

"Is the choice of the saint affected by our own will?"

"The interesting question is, but the words of her daughter, I'm not surprised... Of course, if you want to do it yourself, how can you do the duties of the prophet well?"

"Then I refuse!"

"Hahaha... the same choice, but although you refuse, you still give you the same identity as Lin, preparing the saint. If you haven't changed your mind in ten years, Lin will be the saint! Can the little girl tell me the reason why you refuse to become a prophet? At your age, you should understand what it means to have a cultivator in the next life..."

Wang Ya pondered for a while, then slowly looked up and said, "Can I not answer?"

"Hahaha... Of course, you don't have to be so alert to me. You can go back and ask your mother who I am..."

After the beautiful woman finished laughing, she disappeared into the air and Tianjing disappeared.

Only a sound without roots was left: "Little guys, go back!"
Chapter completed!