Xuanyuan Yu's eyes darkened, and he said, "At this moment, Luo Ge is far away in Xijiu, and he was injured by Ji Liuli in the competition at Jiulan Academy. This must be a good time for Luo Xien to make a move."

Ling Luo raised his head, and his eyes drifted to the prince of Dongchen Kingdom. In an instant, he caught several unruly and cold eyes from his eyes.

The spiritual summoning ceremony has begun.

In the very center of the hall, surrounded by the ice statue of the first high priest, the thirteen priests muttered words, their hands were sealed in front of their chests, and ice-blue light burst out from their palms, forming a magnificent picture.

After a while, the ice-blue light condensed an ancient pattern in the midair of the temple, and it continued to rotate.

Ling Luo was slightly startled, and said, "Isn't this the ancient space teleportation array we've seen in the cave in the center of the earth?"

What the hell is this spirit-calling ceremony doing?

Xuanyuan Yu frowned deeply, and said in a deep voice, "That's right, it's the teleportation pattern."

"What are they trying to do? How can it be possible to call back the soul of the high priest through this thing?" Ling Luo had a bad premonition in his heart.

But at this moment, the thousands of subjects in the entire hall, seeing the huge ancient ice-blue teleportation formation, all showed a sense of foolish worship, shouting "the supreme glory of the high priest".

At this moment, a beautiful woman in a red gauze dress slowly emerged from the blue ancient teleportation array, with a slight smile on her face, her appearance was exactly the same as Ling Luo's.

"Success!"

"The seventh soul-calling ceremony was successful!"

"The new High Priest has appeared!"

"The High Priest is supremely honored!"

"The High Priest blesses me, Dongchen, for generations to come!"

The sound like a mountain roar and a tsunami came from the mouths of thousands of subjects, and their faces were all filled with joyful smiles.

Bingyao Temple is boiling.

Xuanyuan Yu's gaze was fixed on the woman who looked exactly like Ling Luo, and he said coldly, "What the hell is it?"

He didn't believe that there were so many coincidences in this world.

Ling Luo's complexion couldn't be better either, just a Li, what kind of woman is this woman who suddenly appeared from the teleportation formation in ancient times?

"This is a conspiracy." She made a judgment.

The corners of Xuanyuan Yu's lips curled into an evil arc, and he said, "Whether it's a conspiracy or not, just try it and you'll know."

The woman's figure has only appeared halfway, and she hasn't come out of the ancient teleportation array in the future.

In other words, the teleportation is only halfway through.

Xuanyuan Yu stretched out a finger under his long sleeve, and the golden light flashed away, attacking towards the center eye of the ancient teleportation formation.

He is already a Tier [-] Martial Spirit, and his moves are like lightning.

In the entire Bingyao Temple, there is no one with a higher level of cultivation than him, so no one can see who made this golden glow.

"Ah-"

A delicate scream came from the ancient teleportation array.

The expressions of reverence on the faces of all the subjects froze completely. They saw the "high priest" appearing in the dazzling sky blue pattern, suffered heavy injuries, spewed out a mouthful of blood, and ruthlessly slammed him from midair in a very indecent posture. He fell hard to the ground.

Surprised!Shock!incredible!

The woman who fell to the ground fell face down. When she raised her head again, there were two bloodstains on her nose and her face was black and blue. It was unbearable to look directly at.

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