Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 2685 High Priest! (2 more)
"Tell you the sword array, I hope you will live up to it, the power of the sky!"

After the voice fell, everything in front of my eyes disappeared.

……

Everything in front of him became illusory, and when Ling Feng regained his consciousness, he was already standing in his original position.

In front of him is the statue of Wu Zu.

Staring at the statue of the ancestor of the witches who opened the pavilion in the Temple of the Witch God for a long time, Ling Feng knelt down and kowtowed three times to express his infinite gratitude.

What happened before was not an illusion, and the benefits that Ling Feng got were also unimaginable.

"Zhoutian Chaos Formation, Zhoutian Chaos Sword..."

Ling Feng took a deep breath. Although he watched Wu Zu perform it like an arm and a finger, it may not be easy to reach his level of proficiency.

And if you want to master the Zhoutian Chaos Sword, you have to practice the Zhoutian Chaos Formation to the peak.

Difficult!

Ling Feng shook his head and smiled, but no matter how difficult it is, for Ling Feng, possessing the ability of the Eye of Heaven can help him master it in the shortest possible time.

"It's time to meet the high priest."

Ling Feng raised his hand and touched the bridge of his nose. Although he didn't know how long he had been standing outside the yard, it always felt like a long time had passed.

Ling Feng looked up, and behind the statue of the Wu Clan was a grand and majestic hall.

This hall stands at the highest point of the entire Wuzu Royal City, and it is also the highest temple that everyone worships and respects.

On weekdays, only the high priest can live here.

The high priest gained the power of the temple, but was also restricted, and was not allowed to leave the temple throughout his life.

Clang!

The moment Ling Feng's eyes fell on the front door, the door opened automatically, and an old and majestic voice came from inside, "Come in."

Ling Feng was slightly taken aback, it seemed that everything he did in front of the hall was under the gaze of the high priest.

After tidying up his clothes, Ling Feng took a step forward and strode into the temple.

As soon as you enter the temple, you feel as if you are in a fairy world.

This feeling is a bit similar to the feeling of climbing the Taihua Immortal Palace when I was in the Western Sword Region.

Because in the air, what is dissipating is no longer pure aura of heaven and earth, but a kind of fairy aura!
Moreover, unlike the Taihua Immortal Palace, the spirit aura there has tended to decline, while the spirit aura here is incomparably prosperous.

The pores all over his body stretched instantly, making Ling Feng almost unable to help moaning.

"Did you get anything seven days before the statue of the Ancestor Wu?"

The voice of the high priest came to his ears, and Ling Feng came back to his senses, looking forward.

The whole hall looks a little empty, except for the twelve statues, there is nothing else.

And the celestial clouds in the hall are lingering, which is a symbol of the extremely strong celestial aura, and every celestial cloud contains an incomparably pure celestial spirit.

An old man in a pale gold robe, holding a golden silk cloth in his hand, was actually wiping the statues in the hall.

Even when he was asking Ling Feng, the old man still didn't stop what he was doing.

Repeatedly, gently, and very focused, he wiped the statue.

"Forehead……"

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, is this the High Priest of the Witch God Temple?

It's a little different from what I imagined, and, is he wiping the statue?

Is this the job of the high priest?

"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

The high priest smiled faintly, and while wiping the statue, he said calmly: "You have won the first prize in the northern battlefield. According to the regulations, this seat can promise you any condition, and you can say it now."

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched slightly, this high priest really speaks quite straightforwardly.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng bowed to the high priest and respectfully said: "High priest, this disciple has just been separated for a while, so I didn't answer the high priest's words. In fact, before the statue of Wu Zu, the disciple did learn a formation technique." , and a sword technique."

"Oh?"

The high priest finally turned his head and looked at Ling Feng carefully. There was a sense of surprise in his eyes, and there was a hint of naturalness in his eyes.

It seems to have known for a long time that Ling Feng can be preached by the Wu ancestor.

"Being able to get supernatural powers from the Wu ancestors, the kid is very lucky."

The high priest smiled and continued: "Okay, now you can state your request."

Ling Feng took a deep breath, clenched his fists, looked at the high priest, and said in a deep voice: "High priest, the disciple's request may be a little too much, but you said it yourself, any request is fine. !"

"Just open your mouth."

The high priest's face remained unchanged, and his tone was still kind and kind.

"disciple……"

Ling Feng pondered for a while, looked into the high priest's eyes, and finally said: "I hope that the high priest can give the disciples a record of the gods and wilderness!"

"Divine Desolation Catalogue!"

The high priest's complexion changed as expected, he looked at Ling Feng for a long while, and finally said: "This request, I cannot agree."

"why?"

Ling Feng frowned, clearly agreeing to any request, why not the Shenhuang Tulu?

"Because, this thing is not in my hands." The high priest shook his head and sighed softly.

"how can that be?"

Ling Feng immediately said: "If you don't want to give it, just say you don't want it. The high priest is a senior, and talking nonsense in front of the junior, isn't it justified?"

Obviously, it was the people of the Witch God Cult who "forced to buy" the Shenhuang Atlas of Dongling Immortal Pond, so why now they say they are no longer from the Witch God Cult?

Isn't this just playing with yourself?

"you!"

The face of the high priest changed, the so-called people need face and bark, the high priest is so high at this age, being contradicted by Ling Feng like this, no matter how good he is recuperating, he can't help but get angry.

"Why should I lie to you!"

The high priest took a deep breath and suppressed his anger forcibly. How could this kid be a descendant of Wu ancestors? He was really afraid that he would get angry and slap this kid to death.

"To be honest, I am from the East Spirit Immortal Pond in the East Spirit Realm, so the High Priest should understand, right?"

Ling Feng said bitterly, secretly slandering in his heart, this old guy, looking so pious, turned out to be an old bastard too!
"East Spirit Immortal Pond?"

The high priest's complexion changed slightly, and he reacted immediately, shaking his head and sighing: "So, I did send elders to the Eastern Spiritual Realm to collect the Atlas of Desolation, but the elders sent to the Eastern Spiritual Realm have not returned yet. This seat thought that they failed to search for the Shenhuang Atlas, and they are still searching."

(End of this chapter)