The person locked under the pillar was Ning Qiu, the son of the God of God, but under Chen Wannian's disturbance, the pillar fell down before he was allowed to escape.

Now, the pillar stood up again.

Not only that, but there was also a stone statue on the pillar.

This stone statue is none other than Bai Ying's mother, Bai Meng!

Perhaps this is the meaning of the existence of saints. In prosperous times, saints are rejected, and in troubled times, saints make sacrifices.

No one knows why the first generation of saintesses settled in southern Xinjiang, but they have one thought in their lives, and that is to protect this land.

The current saint, in fact, has been weakened a lot except for having a part of the blood of the gods. She has the blood and abilities of the gods, but she will still suffer from life, old age, sickness and death like normal people.

Maybe this is why Bai Meng put so much effort into beating Ning Qiu, even at the expense of his own life to seal this Son of God again.

Grandma Bai raised her head, trying her best not to shed tears.

"Good boy! Your mother sacrificed for the whole of southern Xinjiang! This is what she should do. You must be proud of your mother!"

But Bai Ying wiped away her tears and shouted angrily: "Why do we have to make sacrifices? They wanted to drown us before! To save them, do we have to make such sacrifices?! I don't understand!"

The surrounding tribesmen in southern Xinjiang all lowered their heads.

To be honest, these people are ashamed.

Long ago, these people were all supporting Chen Wannian, who was a loyal believer in Tianlang Village. If they were asked to deal with the saint, they would all be at the forefront.

At the last moment, the result still has to be handled by the saint.

It's like you hate a person very much, and later he finds out that your house is on fire and saves your whole family, but he himself is buried in the flames.

I believe that many people will feel ashamed, and some regrets cannot be made up with material conditions.

This is the third time for Bai Ying to meet her parents. The first two times were before she was five years old. She never thought that they would meet in this way, let alone that it would be forever.

"Do you think your mother saved only Nanjiang?!" Grandma Bai said in a deep voice behind her: "You are still young, so you don't have to understand some things, but you have to do it! This is the relationship between man and God. The difference! If all living beings were equal, there would be no killing in this world, our existence is not only to protect the southern border, but also to protect the land under our feet!"

For a long time, Gu Chen didn't actually have a good impression of the Protoss, thinking that they were finally asking for more, and more of greed.

But now it seems that gods and humans are the same, there are good and bad, but now the atmosphere of bad people is even better.

"Then why is it our Bai family who sacrificed?!" Bai Ying choked up and said.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps behind her.

Xu Song came in from the crowd: "Because of faith, when faith is about to collapse, someone has to make a sacrifice!"

The Bai family guarded Southern Xinjiang, and what they got in return was the worship of tens of millions of Southern Xinjiang people for generations. The feeling of being needed may only be felt when they really reach that step.

When you are faced with a situation where you can't retreat, everyone will forget about life and death. Baimeng's death will at least extend the life of Southern Xinjiang for a few lives, and it will once again consolidate the position of the saint in Southern Xinjiang.

It may be another millennium before the next collapse of faith.

"Look! What is that?! Meteor?!"

"Stupid! It's already dawn, where did the meteor come from!"

Everyone looked up and saw a white light flying in the air. JrNovels.com