National Games: Zhongli at the beginning, the sense of security is full

The process was grand and the process was extremely smooth.

Jiang Yuan stood on a mat made of holy soil and looked above his head. He saw that the light pillar mixed with his purification ability and the unknown white energy in the holy soil easily covered the white in the sky.

Within a few minutes, the originally dark sky cleared.

At this moment, everyone present heard a crisp sound coming from the ground.

Looking in the direction of the sound, what they saw was the earthy mat under Jiang Yuan's feet.

A crack spread on the mat, and new cracks appeared little by little.

"The energy of the Holy Land is not enough!"

The only aboriginal woman Jiang Yuan was familiar with exclaimed, and suddenly raised her hand to wipe her face.

She actually wiped all the dirt off her face.

The holy soil was very magical. It seemed like there was no moisture condensing on her face, but she didn't expect it to be easily removed by her. It quickly became soft and turned back into a ball of slippery and moist yellow-black soil.

Everyone was puzzled by her behavior.

But she saw her tribesmen making the same move as her, wiping the dirt off their faces, and then sending the soft dirt to the woman's hands.

Perhaps because their faces have been covered by the holy soil all year round, their faces are very pale, and there is more or less uneasiness on their faces.

The woman is the most emotionally stable. She held up the holy soil that she could hold firmly with both hands. It seemed that she exerted force on her hands for a moment, and the soil in her hands suddenly shrank in size.

Then, she hesitated for a moment, looked at the more cracked sacred soil mats under Jiang Yuan's feet, gritted her teeth, and threw away the sacred soil in her hand.

That ball of sacred soil with miraculous effects but really ugly appearance seemed to be heading towards Jiang Yuan's feet, but in fact it avoided Jiang Yuan's feet and completely integrated into the mat.

With the new addition of holy soil, although the cracks in the mat have not closed, they are no longer cracking.

The woman and her clan members could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Jiang Yuan also breathed a sigh of relief.

He almost dodged just now, but fortunately he thought of what he was doing in time.

I don't know if this ritual can be done a second time. If it fails because of his reaction, he may not be able to do it again. It will always take more effort and more time.

His movements remained unchanged, and the purifying energy in his body continued to rush into the sky along with the energy of the mat under his feet.

The props combined into one in his hand played its role, not only helping him enhance the effect of his abilities, but also restoring the energy in his body.

The recovery is much slower than when the ability is not used, which is enough to prove its practicality.

That is to say, Jiang Yuan fights without a magic staff, otherwise who can last longer than him?

However, without the use of a magic staff, Jiang Yuan's usual battles would not require much time or energy.

If this staff is given to him, it will not be able to exert its true use.

While energy was being delivered steadily, Jiang Yuan was thinking about some topics that had nothing to do with the moment.

The staff comes from a friend of the Celestial Clan, and he happens to have another ability from the Celestial Clan, illusion.

Will the two collide together to produce any wonderful effects?

However, now was not the time to experiment with this, so Jiang Yuan had no choice but to write it down and try it later.

While I was thinking, the air around me became clearer and fresher.

but in the meanwhile……

"Why do you look so ugly!"

Paimon looked at the indigenous people here with some concern.

Jiang Yuan looked at those people and found that just as Paimon said, when the dirt was first removed from their faces, their faces were a little pale.

Less than a few minutes passed, and their faces turned a few shades white. They were as pale as paper.

To put it more bluntly, he is about to die soon.

The woman shook her head calmly: "It doesn't matter, we can still hold on for a while."

"Then there's still something wrong!"

The careless Yidou heard what she meant.

It's definitely not okay if they can persist for a period of time. Looking at their faces, won't there be problems after that period of time?

The woman shook her head.

"It's just that I have been integrated with the Holy Land for a long time, and I left the Holy Land for a while, and I feel uncomfortable."

Jiang Yuan lowered his head and looked at the mat under his feet.

It's pretty solid now, with no signs of cracks.

But depending on the woman's intentions, if this continues, at least one side will get into trouble.

Either the newly added sacred soil cannot maintain the mat and the cracks in it expand until it is destroyed, or the natives here have physical problems due to the lack of sacred soil for too long.

Most likely it's both.

"Don't you have any spare holy soil?"

Paimon was puzzled. She thought that the way the woman was about to rub holy soil on their faces was very heroic, and didn't she mean to cherish her at all?

No matter how you look at it, you don’t think it’s an important item related to their bodies!

After hearing Paimon's question, the woman finally gave a wry smile.

"We underestimated the extent of the crisis in our world."

She held her head high.

The beam of light drove away almost all the darkness in the sky.

However, "almost" once is enough to indicate the situation.

Energy continuously rises from Jiang Yuan's body, from the holy soil mat under his feet, and enters the light pillar, but the corrosive energy of this world has never been completely dispelled.

"But I think it's fine now!"

Paimon looked up to the sky.

According to her visual inspection, no, to be precise, based on the visual inspection of many people present, the sky was already pure, and there was no color that represented darkness.

"Jiang Yuan, do you see anything?"

Jiang Yuan stared at the sky for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and cast his gaze on the girl Star, a follower of the God of Prophecy who stood on the edge with almost no presence.

"Did you predict this?"

"What?" Paimon didn't wait for Jiang Yuan's reply, and didn't understand why Jiang Yuan wanted to ask about the prophecy.

The girl and Jiang Yuan looked at each other, their blue-black eyes calm: "No, even gods cannot predict everything."

As a believer in the god of prophecy, it is surprising that she can point out so frankly that gods are not omnipotent.

"So, do you see anything?"

Jiang Yuan continued to ask.

He suddenly thought of his good friend, the great astrologer Mona.

If Mona is here, what level is her divination ability at?

This time, the girl named Star just nodded silently.

"What on earth are you talking about!" Yidou reluctantly joined the conversation, "What prophecy is unnecessary? Jiang Yuan, what did you discover?"

Jiang Yuan finally stopped talking riddles to others. Seeing that the girl took a step back and didn't plan to say anything, he opened his mouth to explain to everyone who didn't understand the truth.

"Actually, the black corrosive energy has not been completely purified yet. It's not because my energy intensity is not enough."

This time, he used the word "purify".