Super door-to-door dragon-in-law

Chapter 1125 The High Priest

It is not good news that the sheep-headed man can communicate with the sheep-headed god.

Xiao Lang even retreated in his heart.

Suddenly, an empty voice sounded: "Brother, don't worry, gods look at humans just like humans look at ants on the ground, and they can't tell who is who at all."

"They are distinguished by their own marks."

"I have used the power of time and space to cover up his imprinted breath."

"Unless he comes in person, he won't recognize you at all."

Xiao Lang was both surprised and delighted: "Kongkong, are you alright?"

"Thank you brother for your power of faith during this time, I feel much better."

Xiao Lang said happily: "The power of faith is nothing, your body is the most important."

Knowing that Kongkong is getting better, Xiao Lang's self-confidence suddenly increased.

It feels that even if the god with the head of a sheep descends to earth, he can escape.

The high priest of the Shenyang tribe is eight meters tall.

Sitting in a shrine, like a sculpture.

Xiao Lang had a weird face.

This high priest seemed to have no breath.

If you don't pay attention, you won't notice his existence at all.

I don't know how long he has been in seclusion here, the body and the rock have almost become a whole.

The dust on his body formed a pair of stone armor.

"High Priest, I have a distinguished guest here today, please meet me."

Yang Tiangang said in a respectful tone.

Myron asked in surprise, "Is this stone statue the High Priest?"

Yang Tiangang said: "The high priest was chosen from birth, and has been living in the temple, and has been in retreat almost all year round, so it looks a little weird."

"But he is the messenger of the gods, and the gods will come to him and use his mouth to pass on the oracle to us."

Xiao Lang asked: "When was the last time a spirit appeared?"

"This... about 500 years ago."

Yang Tiangang said a little embarrassingly.

Myron smiled and said, "At that time, the patriarch, you should not have been born yet, right?"

Yang Tiangang said: "Report to the messenger, I am three hundred years old this year."

"That is to say, in fact, no one has seen the coming of the gods, right?"

Myron is an atheist.

He believes that the so-called gods are just an illusion.

Yang Tiangang smiled awkwardly.

The Shenyang people believe in gods, which has been passed down from generation to generation.

But there are very few people who have actually seen the gods.

Or not.

"The high priest generally doesn't open his mouth to speak, please forgive me, Lord Messenger."

Seeing that the high priest was motionless, Yang Tiangang was a little helpless.

Myron asked in surprise, "Is he dumb?"

"That's not true, the high priest will only speak at important ceremonies."

"And then there will be an oracle."

"However, the general high priest will not have more than five chances to speak in his lifetime."

Yang Tiangang took it for granted, but everyone was dumbfounded.

You can only talk five times in your life?
Is this a closed-mouth meditation practiced?
The lifespan of a demon cultivator should be a little longer than that of a human cultivator, often hundreds of years.

Having been in retreat for hundreds of years, thinking about this state makes one's scalp tingle.

Xiao Lang's eyes trembled.

He was startled.

"What's going on? The sheep-headed god sensed my existence, right?"

The warning feeling was so strong that Xiao Lang almost wanted to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, the high priest opened his eyes.

The stone carving suddenly became angry.

The two pitch-black eyes seemed to have blurred into two unfathomable black holes.

One look, and the whole soul will be sucked in.

Xiao Lang was shocked.

This is exactly the same as my own Soul Refining Art.

The true spirit trembled, as if it was about to leave the body.

The soul refining matrix was stimulated and started to work automatically.

Generate a counter force.

Chi Chi!

In the void, there seemed to be sparks shining.

Where the eyes of Xiao Lang and the high priest met, a wave of fluctuation spread to the surroundings.

Qin Miao, Chu Ling, Yang Tiangang and the others all changed their expressions drastically, and were forced to retreat by the strange power of the true spirit.

Yang Tiangang tremblingly said: "It's the breath of the ancestor, he is going to deliver the will of the true god instead of the true god."

Qin Miao asked in surprise, "Isn't this the coming of the sheep-headed god?"

Yang Tiangang's face froze, he didn't like Qin Miao's title of god.

But he did not dare to offend Qin Miao.

"The will of the gods is passed down through the ancestors of the gods and sheep. The power of the gods is above all things. If it comes, who can bear it?"

This is not bragging.

The gods are in another dimension world, so powerful that a mortal body cannot bear it.

And this so-called ancestor should be regarded as a strong man who has ascended to the fairy world.

Everyone couldn't help feeling uneasy.

This ancestor of the fairy world won't take the opportunity to make trouble, will he?
Can Xiao Lang resist it?

A red glow flashed in Qin Miao's eyes, and she was ready to summon the battle armor at any time.

Xiao Lang looked at the high priest quietly.

The eyes of the two of them were like black holes, rippling and unfathomable.

The high priest let out a sound of surprise.

He was very surprised that Xiao Lang was able to resist his fascinated eyes.

Knowing that it was impossible for the sheep-headed god to come, Xiao Lang calmed down.

So what if this ancestor is a clone of the sheep-headed god?

As long as the main body does not come, it is impossible to see through the empty disguise.

"Human monk? Awakened?"

The high priest spoke quietly, his voice seemed to come from ancient times, revealing a depth like time and space precipitation.

Xiao Lang smiled slightly, and said: "The monster race also knows about the awakened ones. It seems that there are more than one planets that are regarded as prisons."

"Of course."

The high priest said: "Awakened and lingering people are rare. On which planet do you serve your sentence? What is the serial number?"

Xiao Lang's heart moved, and he said: "The high priest, why don't you answer me a question first, how many prison planets are there?"

"Hehe, there's nothing to ask about this question? The lower realm is the garbage dump of the upper realm."

"Garbage dump? How do you say that?" Xiao Lang was stunned.

"The dump, of course, is where you throw your trash."

The high priest smiled slightly: "The life level of the creatures determines their position."

"The true spirit is the only eternity."

"A true spirit that can only survive by relying on its body is trash."

Xiao Lang frowned: "Is the world a garbage dump?"

The high priest said: "That's right, all inferior and humble existences are in the lower realm."

"Demon Realm, number 128, young man, what is your planet number?"

Xiao Lang was stunned.

It was the first time he had heard that planets had numbers.

The upper bound refers to all the lower bounds as garbage dumps, and they are numbered.

Earth, what number will it be?

If the sheep-headed god knew the number of the earth, wouldn't he be asking for trouble if he revealed it?
Seeing him in a daze, the high priest frowned slightly.

"Since you are an awakened person, why don't you know the number of your sentence?"

Xiao Lang bit the bullet and said, "I forgot."

The high priest looked at him deeply, and smiled: "It must be an extraordinary person to be able to master such a profound secret of the true spirit."

Xiao Lang's heart moved, and he said proudly: "That's right, my boss is the master of the planet."

The high priest frowned in surprise, and said, "It turns out that he is the master of the planet, no wonder he is so arrogant."

"Do you know, what is the origin of my Shenyang family?"

Xiao Lang laughed loudly: "My master is invincible in all realms. He has been awakened after serving his sentence, and he is in a bad mood. You sheep-headed people dared to open the teleportation channel on his territory, and they didn't kill you. You are lucky."

The high priest sternly said: "What a big tone, dare to destroy my Shenyang family!"

"Boy, there is a way to report your master's name!"

Xiao Lang proudly said: "My master's name is Qin Feng, a sheep-headed man, I advise you to take care of yourself."

"Qin Feng? Could it be him?"

There was a hint of shock in the high priest's voice.

(End of this chapter)