Chapter Fifty-Six: The High Priest of the Tree Temple
It's completely different. ”
Lin Zhe sighed slightly, he felt that he had underestimated the Thunder Pavilion in his previous life.
I still remember that in my last life, when I learned about the reasons for the decline of the Thunder Pavilion and the game behind it, I was very surprised, and I always felt that the Thunder Pavilion was played to death by the Tree Temple, and I didn't know why I planted it until I died.
But the current situation made him subvert this idea, where did the Thunder Pavilion not know, they were clear in their hearts.
It's just that in the previous life, there were only two Spirit Emperors in the Thunder Pavilion in total, and I was afraid that the Thunder Pavilion had already made some calculations and made choices and sacrifices.
And in this life, because there is a third Spirit Emperor, the Thunder Pavilion has the confidence to directly pick out the contradictions, and the Thunder Pavilion is desperate.
"Few of these old guys in the Spirit Continent are really stupid. Lin Zhe couldn't help but reflect in his heart, he seemed to have a good life in his previous life, so he always felt that they looked a little stupid, but now it seems that they are all shrewd.
"It's just that I'm on which side I should be on now. Lin Zhemo rubbed his chin and hesitated.
There is no doubt that he doesn't have much affection for the Thunder Pavilion, but he doesn't hate it either, after all, among his subordinates in his previous life, several of the main generals are the representatives of the progressive faction in the Thunder Pavilion.
But he actually lacks a good impression of the tree temple, although the tree temple has always supported him in the previous life, but he will never forget how he died in the previous life!
That is, he had already ascended to the realm of the Holy Spirit Emperor, and he was actually plotted and finally died.
As for the cause of his death, Lin Zhe has always buried it in his heart, and he doesn't even dare to think about it on weekdays.
It is precisely because of the cause of death in the previous life that he has a fundamental rejection of the tree temple in the deepest part of his heart.
In his heart, the shadow behind the figure that covered the sky and the sun appeared in his heart at some point, making him feel uncomfortable and depressed.
Fortunately, I was reborn!
After a while, Lin Zhe's eyes gradually became firm, the Spirit Continent, among the billions of worlds under the Great Thousand Worlds, was actually inconspicuous, what he had to consider was the more long-term Great Thousand Worlds.
"What's more, the High Priest of the Tree Temple is too strong, and it is not something that the Thunder Pavilion can resist. Lin Zhe sighed secretly in his heart, he was afraid that this time, the Thunder Pavilion would still suffer heavy losses, most likely, even worse than the previous life.
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"I have long heard that in the past hundred years, the Thunder Pavilion has increasingly turned its back on the heavens and the earth, betrayed the Founding Divine Tree, disrespected the gods, and disrespected the temple. ”
An old voice sounded slowly, making the entire venue silent, and even those cultivators who were busy evacuating stopped and looked around.
The Spirit Emperor of the Tree Temple, who is high and powerful, when he walks the mainland, everywhere he goes, is admired by thousands of people, everyone kneels and worships, and ordinary emperors, when they see such a person, they must also bow their heads obediently.
They are the beings who hold the real power on this continent, because they have the right to speak in the entire Spirit Continent for hundreds of thousands of years, and they are the spokesmen of mythology.
Soon, everyone noticed that in an inconspicuous corner of the audience seat of the venue, a young man with silver hair and white eyebrows slowly stood up, slowly broke away from the ground, continued upward, and finally stayed in mid-air.
The young man was very handsome, he looked at everyone below calmly, but as soon as he opened his mouth, it was an old voice: "Thunder Pavilion, we need to change again." ”
"Boom la la ......"
Just after the silver-haired and white-eyebrowed young man stopped, many cultivators bowed and saluted.
"I've seen the High Priest!"
"I have seen the high priest ......"
"I've seen the High Priest~"
The voices of one after another announced the status and transcendent identity of the comer.
The supreme ruler of the Tree Temple, the pinnacle of the power of the Tree Temple, the High Priest of the Tree Temple!
He is also known as the strongest monk in the continent.
However, not everyone saluted towards this Tree Temple High Priest, and the disciples in the Thunder Pavilion all looked at this Tree Temple High Priest with vigilance.
There were also many cultivators who looked hesitantly at this suddenly appearing being.
And those reincarnators, they didn't pay any salutes to this so-called high priest, a guy who is not even the protagonist, and he is just an important supporting role in the later stage, the original book is not long, and there is no personality charm, how can these reincarnators bow to such an aborigine.
The high priest frowned slightly, and sighed slowly, "Under the rule of the Thunder Pavilion, there are so many people in the four districts and thirteen cities, and now there are so many people who do not respect the temple and do not understand etiquette, how different from the barbarians. ”
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"I want to beat this guy!" the evil Xie Xiao couldn't help but clench his fists and knock his forehead one by one, looking like he was having a hard time.
The cold Leng Sheng rarely agreed: "I want to too." ”
The corners of Cheng Gu's mouth hooked up a grim smile, and he didn't say anything, but after seeing the high priest appear, he was a little more relaxed.
The indifferent Xia Ying glanced at Xie Xiao and Leng Sheng with some dissatisfaction, and said lightly: "Don't mess around, you go one by one to give away people's heads." ”
"And, with this person, our plan has a much greater chance of success. ”
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"Can you kill him?" The white fairy and Han Cheng had been sitting and did not get up, when she suddenly turned her head and asked Han Cheng on the side.
Han Cheng looked at the high priest on his head, and from this angle, his eyes happened to spill obliquely into his eyes, and the white fairy could see that Han Cheng's eyes were not pure black, but a little with a gentle brown, a faint warm tone. This makes him look at this moment, so sunny and clean, as well, pure.
"There are some problems with his strength, and it is not too difficult to lock down his flaws and indeed be able to kill him. It seemed that the sunlight was a little dazzling, Han Cheng blinked unconsciously, retracted his gaze, and said to the white fairy: "But I can't kill him, for me, a stable environment is actually good." ”
The white fairy tried his best to make his movements look natural, slowly turned his head away, and said noncommittally: "If he dies, it will actually be more beneficial to the Western Qin you established, right?"
"There is no need, the establishment of a force will always have to go through many trials and tribulations, and I can't use the third-order ability to clear all obstacles for them, in that case, won't they become my captive things? ”
When Han Cheng said this, his face was calm and his tone was very peaceful, as if he was saying something very normal.
The white fairy looked at him and was a little stupid.
"What's wrong, is there any problem?" Han Cheng couldn't help but ask when he saw her expression.
The white fairy came back to his senses, and couldn't help but bow his head and smile self-deprecatingly, "You're right, all the tribulations should be fought by the entire civilization together, every bit of progress is also the common progress of the entire civilization, if all the tribulations and disasters are resisted by you, only you will be the one who progresses, and if this continues, all the members of the civilization will only fall quickly in comfort, and finally pull you to be buried together." ”
Han Cheng knew that she was only afraid that she remembered the scene back then, and couldn't help but comfort: "After I left, the country turned around and became an empire, and the final development is not your fault, if you don't get over this demon, I'm afraid that you will always be stuck on the edge of the third order, not up or down." ”