One person above Qing Huang Ting

Chapter 649: The Boy's Fate Appears

The Luofeng Cave was closed, thousands of resentful souls disappeared, and the pressure from the Emperor that was weighing on everyone also disappeared.

  Call ~

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Zhang Chulan, who had met Hu Xiuwu many times, was no exception. Whenever he met Hu Xiuwu in the past, he had deliberately restrained his aura and did not make Zhang Chulan feel nervous or scared.

But this time, the emperor's unreserved pressure was exerted on the mortal, which made Zhang Chulan truly feel how much higher Hu Xiuwu's cultivation and status were than his.

That is the distance between the sun in the sky and the fireflies on the ground.

"Look!"

After the Emperor left, everyone straightened up again, and someone was surprised to find a strange phenomenon in the starry sky.

A point of starlight swayed and fell downwards, in the direction of Mingzhi Shrine, just like a star embedded in the vast darkness that was knocked off and left in the world.

  That was the method the Emperor used just now.

He caused the Lingguang Gem to be washed out of the earth veins and appeared in the human world. It happened to fall towards the Mingzhi Shrine and landed in front of all the important people in the current Karakura Town.

Everyone's attention was drawn to that bright light.

The spiritual light was like a ball of light surrounded by clouds and mist, falling on the long altar of Yong Nu, which was covered with pommel horses and the edge of the table.

The priest who had just presided over the sacrifice and recited the "Du Zhuang" to Yin Jun was motionless, staring at the spirit pearl without blinking.

He stared at the spirit pearl for too long, and a boundless hunger rose in his heart. It was an instinctive desire from his three souls and seven spirits, just like a baby craving for milk.

The overwhelming desire almost overwhelmed the spirit of the great priest Mingzhi.

They told the priest to absorb the spiritual pearl in front of him. As long as he absorbed it, he would be able to replenish himself, reach perfection, or even go further.

The high priest Meiji's practice was not enough, and he could not resist the voice of greed in his heart. His mind and eyes were filled with the ball of light on the long altar. He crawled directly to the long altar and reached out to grab the spiritual pearl.

"Miyaji Masato, calm down!"

"Don't move."

"grandfather!"

"Father!"

Some people called out to the High Priest Meiji, hoping that he would regain his sanity, while others warned him not to act rashly.

No one who is farther away from the Lingzhu can feel the full wonder of the Lingzhu and the temptation it brings to people as closely as the Great Priest Meiji. Therefore, for the time being, he still has reason and the leisure to remind the Great Priest Meiji.

However, I don’t know how much sincerity is contained in this.

After all, on the viewing stand, only voices were heard, but few people moved.

  No one knows the origin of this spiritual light, nor its function. Some people are willing to be guinea pigs to try out its effects. Why just stand by and let nature take its course?

The two shouts were considered as a fulfillment of the old friendship. Behemoth's director Joseph Gold had been standing with his chest crossed and watching coldly from beginning to end. Not only did he ignore the High Priest Meiji, he also hinted to his subordinates to turn on the observation instruments and video recorders in order to monitor the entire situation of the High Priest Meiji.

Only the word "Grandpa" called out by the fox-faced priest had real feelings.

Unfortunately, he was still not close enough to the High Priest Meiji, and before he could reach the High Priest Meiji to stop him,

The fingertips of High Priest Meiji have already touched the ball of light.

The ball of light smoothly merged into the fingertips of the great priest Meiji, just like a drop of milk poured into a cup filled with clean water. The true spirit went straight into the Niwan Palace, entangled with the three souls and seven spirits of the great priest Meiji, and changed the state of his three souls and seven spirits.

Even a small drop of milk can change the taste of a whole glass of water.

The fox-faced priest rushed to the side of the Great Priest Meiji, helped the Great Priest Meiji who was lying on the ground, and asked worriedly and concernedly: "Grandpa, are you okay?"

Others also approached the altar, curious about the current situation of High Priest Meiji.

  High Priest Meiji looked dazed and confused, and subconsciously responded to the question from the fox-faced priest:

"I'm fine. I feel a surge of energy gathering into my body."

"Grandpa, your face." After hearing the words of High Priest Meiji, the fox-faced priest did not feel relieved, but instead shouted in panic.

High Priest Meiji subconsciously glanced at the fox-faced priest, then touched his own face and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with my face?"

A curious person took out his cell phone and handed it to the high priest Meiji, asking him to look in the mirror himself.

High Priest Meiji took the phone and looked at himself on the screen.

The gray hair turns black, and the withered face regains youth.

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes decreased, and even his skin became much tighter. He changed from an old priest in his seventies or eighties to a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, looking about the same age as Bi Youlong and Huang Boren.

  Rejuvenation! Rejuvenation!

The onlookers were all old foxes, and they didn’t say much when they saw this scene, but most of them felt a burning sensation in their hearts.

Having witnessed the process of rejuvenation with one’s own eyes, who wouldn’t be envious and jealous, and who wouldn’t want it?

"Miyaji Koji! What's wrong with you?"

When everyone's attention was focused on the Meiji high priest Miyaji Masato who had regained his youth, Ishikawa Nobuyuki suddenly discovered that the fox-faced priest who was supporting Miyaji Masato had wrinkles and age spots on his originally smooth hands.

Miyaji Koji is aging at the speed of light, his skin is turning into old bark and his hair is turning into dry silk.

Standing next to Miyaji Masato, it was as if Miyaji Masato had absorbed his life force.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Miyaji Mitsui reacted immediately and avoided his grandfather Miyaji Masato, and immediately let go of the hand that was holding Miyaji Masato.

As soon as Miyaji Mitsui's hand left Miyaji Masato, he stood up suddenly as if he had been squatting on the ground for a long time, his eyes were dark and his whole body was limp.

I sat down on the ground with a thud, feeling an empty and excruciating pain in my dantian.

He was then shocked to find that his Dantian had dried up and his magic power was exhausted.

Miyaji Mitsuru looked helplessly at his grandfather. He seemed to see a bloated and slippery red leech lying behind his grandfather. The leech's waist and abdomen were like a blown-up balloon, as if it had just drunk a lot of blood.

The tentacles on the leech's head were inserted into the forehead of his grandfather, Masato Miyaji. The tentacles seemed to be hollow, and Mitsuji Miyaji could see countless sticky liquids constantly being transported from the leeches to his grandfather. The two seemed to have reached some kind of symbiotic relationship.

  Because a large amount of vitality had been sucked away, his foundation was shattered, and his body was dried up. Miyaji Koji felt that his brain was sharper than ever before. He immediately dug out from his memory the situation that seemed like a dream and yet it was real, and he lived with people in symbiosis:

"It's a boy's fate, it's a boy's fate!"

After pointing at Miyaji Masato and yelling twice as if he had a last burst of energy, Miyaji Mitsui fainted.

"Koji!"

A middle-aged man who looked somewhat like Miyaji Masato and Miyaji Mitsui, but did not participate in the Taishan Fujun Festival, squeezed through the crowd and hugged the unconscious Miyaji Mitsui.

Masato Miyachi also tried to touch his grandson, but his body stiffened halfway and he dared not move forward. He could only plead with his eyes to Ishikawa Nobuyuki, the president of the Yulong Society.

Ishikawa Nobuyuki understood the look in Miyaji Masato's eyes and immediately asked people to carry Miyaji Masato away and send him for treatment.

Masato Miyaji said to the man holding Miyaji Koji, "Hara, take good care of your son."

"Yes."

After Masato Miyaji had finished making the arrangements, Nobuyuki Ishikawa said, "Miyaji, we have something to discuss."

"I see."

The countless bloodshot eyes behind Ishikawa Nobuyuki made Miyaji Masato feel like a thorn in his side.

How dare he go against the desires of so many forces.