Blood sacrifice of millions of zombies, I am a demon cultivator in the end times

Other cultivators of the Great Snow Mountain lineage were completely unaware of Zheng Yi's identity.

But in the eyes of several venerables, they had already made some guesses.

It was just that the matter was too magical, and it was extremely bumpy. Everyone knew the reasons of Zheng Yi's status and strength.

Another method was adopted, that is, a smooth transition.

It was already a foregone conclusion that Zheng Yi would become the true god of this generation. His position could no longer be replaced. Even if several great venerables wanted to impact him, it would be almost impossible.

The biggest result would be to tear apart the entire Great Snow Mountain lineage and cause the Snow Mountain to fall apart.

In this case, it would be better for Zheng Yi to train another real high priest, and after he grows up, everything will go with the flow.

Moreover, as the leader of the next reincarnated son of God, he has also formed a close connection with the Great Snow Mountain invisibly.

In the future, whether Zheng Yi uses the power of the Great Snow Mountain or the Great Snow Mountain relies on Zheng Yi, it can be regarded as a legitimate reason.

…

The days passed one by one, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day for the high priest to select his apprentices.

The reception hall of the Great Snow Mountain was very lively, with many noble disciples dressed in gorgeous clothes and respectful expressions standing cautiously in the hall.

Even the most naughty boys seemed to be affected by the solemn atmosphere in the hall, and they kept their mouths shut and dared not make any sound.

The empty and magnificent hall was crowded at this moment, almost all of them were noble heirs aged eight to fifteen, all of whom appeared in the hall.

They were neatly arranged in rows, and under the leadership of the temple staff, they tried to stand up straight.

Although they were small, they had been bathed in the glory of the Great Snow Mountain since they were young, and knew how noble this palace was.

They had also heard from their ancestors that this was an important opportunity to completely change them and their families.

Once they were successfully selected, they would ascend to heaven in one step and become the existence overlooking the entire Great Snow Mountain.

"Please come to the Lord!"

"Please come to the High Priest!"

Suddenly, a low and long voice sounded in the quiet hall, and many noble young men, including the disciples of the Great Snow Mountain who were maintaining order below, knelt down one by one and bowed to the top.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a figure appeared on the steps, in front of the High Priest's shrine.

At this moment, Zheng Yi was wearing a gorgeous high priest robe, with the sun and the moon embroidered on both sides of his body, and the sky full of stars at the bottom. Behind him was the full view of the Great Snow Mountain, and in his hand was the Seven Treasures Magic Staff.

When he stood there, an invisible majesty surged out, and the robe rippled without wind, spreading in all directions, and in a flash, it almost covered the entire space.

"The way of divine power is indeed the way of God above everything!"

Zheng Yi glanced and knew what happened here.

However, he knew that there was no one he was looking for here.

The whole hall was full of descendants of the nobles of the Great Snow Mountain. These people undoubtedly wanted to control all the power and prevent it from being shared by the lower civilians or even slaves.

In the eyes of those nobles, as long as a group of noble disciples trained by elites were taken out, they would definitely be able to surpass the children of the lower civilians and slaves, and there was no need for those despicable servants to appear.

It was just the will of the Great Spirit Heaven, or from Zheng Yi's God's perspective, how could they, the frogs at the bottom of the well, spy on it?

Zheng Yi's will scanned around and found a few good seedlings of immortal cultivation, but he didn't care.

With his current vision, he didn't say that he was at the top of the entire Xuantian immortal cultivation world, but it was almost the same.

Zheng Yi had experienced too many geniuses, and in his eyes, any genius was just average, unless it was the Hongmeng Immortal Body, the Ancient Saint Body, the Tianyao Slaughter Immortal Body, and other geniuses were just a few.

And now, what he needs to find is not a genius of cultivation, but a true reincarnated son of God.

In the hall, there was a dead silence. Everyone shut their mouths and waited solemnly.

Especially those young men who were waiting to be selected, all of them tightened their faces, looking forward to the final result.

However, what they didn't know was that Zheng Yi's thoughts had already left the hall and surged down the mountain, covering the entire snow-capped mountain.

…

In a stable at the foot of the mountain, several thin figures were trying to wipe the horses in the stable.

Each of them worked very hard, brushing the horses until they were shiny, and then stopped to take a breath.

In the cold weather, they wore thin clothes, their foreheads were covered with sweat, and they leaned against a corner of the stable panting.

"I heard that today is the day when the high priest recruits disciples?!"

"Yes, I heard that today is a very important day. Even the lord's son is wearing gorgeous clothes and going to the temple."

"If I can become the high priest's disciple, I will have a good life in the future. I will definitely let those young masters and young ladies serve me."

"Don't daydream. Look at what qualifications you have to become the high priest's disciple? You can't even see the adults on the snowy mountains. How can you be qualified to become the disciple of the Lord High Priest?"

Several people laughed at each other. A thin figure leaned against the innermost corner, but did not speak. In his seemingly dim eyes, there was a starlight brighter than the stars, and he kept his mouth shut silently.

"Little mute, why don't you tell me, if you become the high priest's apprentice, what do you want to do?!"

Someone asked the thinnest figure in the innermost place, and others also gathered around with concern.

"Yeah, tell us what you want to do."

"You are the smartest among us. Can you come up with an idea quickly?"

Before the thinnest boy could speak, he heard the most annoying steward outside roaring loudly.

"A few little bastards, you dare to be lazy. Is it because the lord is not here? If you have the courage, get out of here."

A middle-aged man with a ferocious face shouted loudly outside the stable.

Several people trembled involuntarily and hurriedly climbed out of the cowshed. They all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the steward with burning eyes.

…

"It should be him!"

In the main hall, a smile suddenly appeared on Zheng Yi's face, and then a spiritual thought was transmitted to the mind of Venerable Sun who was standing next to him.

Suddenly, the face of that thin child appeared in his mind.

"Go and pick up the next Son of God!"

A faint voice rang in his ears, which made Lord Red Sun feel excited and he quickly accepted the order and left.

This time he was the real reincarnated Son of God from the Snowy Mountains. This venerable man couldn't help but feel excited.

As long as this son of God grows up, the inheritance of Daxue Mountain will not be in danger of being blocked, and will continue to be passed on.

With the speed of Lord Red Sun, it was almost as if the golden light spread across the ground. In less than a moment, he arrived at the place indicated by the high priest. Before he got close, there was a sound of whips lashing in his ears, accompanied by the sound of the human body being... The muffled sound of being drawn.

But the Lord Red Sun's face couldn't help but change. From the image left by the high priest, it appeared that the reincarnated Son of God was not of a high status and belonged to the untouchable class. The loud sound of the whip seemed to tell him that the Son of God was being raped. Oppress.

"Stop, you are seeking death!"

The angry scolding of Lord Red Sun rang in his ears. The steward raised his whip high, and when the whip was about to fall on the thinnest young man, he suddenly felt a muffled thunder blast in his ears, and then he had seven orifices. Bleeding and falling to the ground.

Originally prepared to endure a painful whipping, the little mute waited for a moment, looked up, and saw the vicious steward lying on the ground bleeding from his orifices.

In front of him, an old man who looked quite scary, with red eyebrows and red hair, but who tried his best to show kindness, was standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"what happened?!"

Originally, he was preparing to endure a terrible flogging, but when he raised his head again, he saw a kind-looking old man in front of him, while the cruel steward was lying beside him, his life or death unknown.

Things happened so fast, everything seemed to be completely without warning, making him unable to react.

"Poor child, you have suffered. From today on, you are the disciple of the high priest. Come with me to meet your master."

Facing the hand extended by the Venerable, he seemed to have no thought of rejection in his heart. He stretched it out naturally, and was immediately picked up by the Venerable Red Sun. He flew up in an instant and disappeared into the sky.

The other friends opened their mouths wide and looked at the figure gradually disappearing into the sky, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

As for the steward, he was just lying there quietly, with no one paying attention.

…

Soon, the apprenticeship ceremony was announced to be over, and the one who became the high priest's only apprentice turned out to be a small man slave with a humble background, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

Even though a large number of nobles were dissatisfied, they did not dare to question it at all, otherwise the Snowy Mountains would drive them into the depths of endless hell in minutes.

The turmoil in the outside world had nothing to do with Zheng Yi, and Manu, who was brought here, stood in front of him uneasily.

Eight sages from the surrounding Snowy Mountains all appeared, waiting with anxious expressions.

As the reincarnated son of God, these venerables are just guardians and do not have the ability to detect whether they are the real reincarnated son of God. Otherwise, they would not be able to make a mistake about Zheng Yi.

So for all this, they could only wait patiently, keeping their eyes fixed on this thin-looking young man.

"Don't be afraid, kid!"

Zheng Yi looked at the manu in front of him calmly, as if to comfort him, and then suddenly slapped his palm on the young man's Tianling Cap. Suddenly, even the venerables all focused their eyes on it.

"He has been enlightened!"

Zheng Yi's calm voice sounded in the hall, and several worried venerables calmed down slightly. Several of them stared at the young man with wide eyes and waited quietly.