Journey to the heavens starting from the Conferred God - 296

Of course, the Divine Body Dacheng didn’t know when it was going to wait. Feng Yuan was only awakening the Nuwa bloodline in the eyes of the educator.

Ding Ce on the side was shocked and speechless.

In terms of bloodline alone, Feng Yuan is more noble than all the powerful and generals of Chaoge…has a noble bloodline, a prominent identity, coupled with the heart and mind of a courtesy corporal and the ability to build Linzi.

Feng Yuan at this time was simply a standard Mingjun template in Ding Ce’s eyes. Perhaps it is not impossible for Qingzhou to become Dongbohou?

The influence of the blood of the sages is deeply ingrained in the human race. Even Ding Ce, who worships a famous teacher and knows the origin of the human blood, is subconsciously affected.

When the three of them spoke, the chariot had already left the gate.

A large number of people walking into the city made a lively noise, but this did not affect the speed of the carriage. Qingzhou Hou is a high-ranking prince and power in Dashang, and his status is different from that of ordinary Chinese.

Whether going out of the city or entering the city, the city gate has special soldiers to clear the road.

The people who were driven to both sides did not have any dissatisfaction. In their eyes, the nobles were born high above them.

They are used to this situation.

Feng Yuan looked through the wheel of the carriage, saw the crowd on both sides of the carriage, and shook his head slightly.

In the future, even if he overthrew the Dashang Dynasty and became the next Emperor of Humanity, he would never change the current structure of the human race. He would be like the Western Zhou Dynasty in the original timeline, and entrust the princes of the world.

Let feudalism and slavery be compatible and parallel.

This is the case in this era. Even the emperor cannot reverse the development of humanity and apply untimely systems to these people.

Unless Feng Yuan can become a saint, he can have the power to bear the backlash of humanity.

A hundred miles outside Chaoge City.

The Nuwa Temple is located on a hill. The temple is wide and there are many palaces. There are many boys and girls who act as scavengers, and a woman with a veil acts as a temple blessing.

The Nuwa Temple is divided into the main hall and the front hall.

Ordinary dignitaries and ordinary people can only come to worship the incense in the front hall in front of the hill. If the emperor holds the big sacrifice, the main hall of the Nuwa Temple will be opened.

“The Nuwa Temple is right in front of you!”

Feng Yuan raised his head and looked forward, seeing the faint five-color brilliance in the void above the temple.

This Virgo Palace is where the saints stop in the world. Maybe at some point, a trace of the saint’s thoughts will fall from the sky and fall into the temple.

Upon seeing this, Chen Qi and Ding Ce immediately corrected their expressions.

In order to show respect for the Nuwa Empress, when the three-person carriage was about to arrive at the gate of the temple, they got out of the car and walked.

As soon as Feng Yuan stepped onto the steps of the temple, he saw a woman greeted in front of him. This woman wears a white veil, a palace dress and a waist, and her skin is fair. It is the blessing of the temple.

“Qingluan has seen the son of God!”

The woman stepped forward to salute, with a very respectful attitude.

“The Son of God?”

Feng Yuan was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he came to the Nüwa Temple of Chaoge. He didn’t even know the Nvwa Temple in front of him. He hadn’t spoken yet, and the other party seemed to have recognized his identity.

But what is going on with this “son of god”?

Feng Yuan’s eyes flashed slightly, and the other party was a little mysterious, so he subconsciously performed the Qi-watching technique to observe Qingluan Temple’s Qi.

But as soon as he glanced over, his eyes suddenly hurt and almost shed tears… This was a sign that the Qi-watching technique was broken and he was backlashed.

“Qingluan Temple wish, in Fengyuan, Xiaqingzhou, I came here this time to meet the empress. I don’t dare to be called the son of god,”

Feng Yuanqiang endured the soreness of his eyes and quickly said his intention.

Miaozhu, who claimed to be Qingluan, didn’t seem to feel Feng Yuan’s peeping just now. She smiled and said: “The nobleman has the blood of a maiden and is sheltered by the five-color fairy light. It is the god of Nuwa Palace!”

“The son of God wants to see the empress, please come with me!”

Qing Luan turned around and walked towards the main hall with the three of them.

“True Immortal… Definitely a true immortal or even a stronger immortal god powerhouse!”

When the other party turned to lead the way, Feng Yuan hurriedly ran innocently, soothing the discomfort of his eyes, and at the same time forcibly suppressing the vibration in his heart.

The Qi-watching technique was broken just now because the opponent’s Qi machine was too strong. The instinctive backlash defeated the spell.

Fortunately, the strength of the backlash was not great, and the other party also intentionally closed the Qi machine. Feng Yuan just had some discomfort in his eyes, and he could recover after a while.

“The other party claims to be Qingluan, is it the demon fairy transformed by the sacred bird Qingluan? Isn’t there only two virgins, Fairy Jinfeng, Caiyun, and Bixia under the seat of Empress Nuwa?”

Feng Yuan’s thoughts kept flickering.

He was at the pinnacle of the Heaven Realm, and the only real celestial being capable of backlashing the Qi-watching technique was a stronger existence. The existence of this level can kill him if he shoots casually.

However, since there are immortals like Qingluan in the Nuwa Temple as the blessing, then the original timeline Emperor Xin wrote poems on the wall, why didn’t Qingluan come out to stop it?

Perhaps, when Emperor Xin came to worship at the Nuwa Temple, the other party had already resigned from the temple and returned to the Emperor Wa?

The information in Feng Yuan’s memory is not complete.

He only knows the general trend of the Conferred God War, as for some small things, he doesn’t know all about it.

In fact, in addition to Fairy Jinfeng, Nuwa Empress also has a mount Qingluan when she travels. Fairy Jinfeng has served the Empress for a long time, and has proved that Jinxian is not suitable for re-transformation into a prototype, so Fairy Jinfeng replaced Fairy Jinfeng.

Sometimes the Nuwa Empress was practicing in the Wa Huangtian, Qingluan was greedy for the excitement of the lovers, so she quietly came to the Nuwa Palace of Chaoge, hiding herself with the identity of a temple blessing.

Naturally, Feng Yuan would not know this!

The three quickly followed each other to the main hall. The main hall is gorgeous, with colorful gold makeup, jade hooks hanging obliquely, and a half-round crescent moon hanging in the air; treasure tents whirling, ten thousand pairs of Cailuan fighting each other.

The fluttering colors are unusual, the golden furnace is ruined; the purple mist is curled up and the silver candle is brilliant.

The statue of Nüwa god in the main hall also hung a veil, covering up the peculiar appearance of the goddess Nüwa.

After Feng Yuan came in, without squinting his eyes or daring to neglect the slightest, he took out the sacrifices he had prepared and paid homage in front of the idol.

When he bowed down, the five-color fairy light shrouded in his body resonated with the idol.

A beam of brilliance flew out of the idol and fell on Feng Yuan’s body.

Hum!

The Nuwa real blood in his body circulated quickly, and the blood was boiling, and a rush of heat surging from his heart made Feng Yuan’s face slightly flushed.

“The concentration of true blood has increased by 10%!”

Feng Yuanqiang held back his joy and completed his respectful salute.

The feeling of holding your thigh is so fragrant!

As long as it can win the favor of the empress, a trivial reward can reduce Feng Yuan’s hundreds of years of hard practice!

If he can, he can’t wait to pay homage to the statue of Nuwa Palace every day…

But Feng Yuan also knows that this is impossible! Things can be different.

If Feng Yuan treats the Nuwa Empress as a continuous shedding of wool, not only will it not be beneficial, but it is also very likely to anger the saint and cause unpredictable consequences.