Chapter Seventy-Four: The High Priest's Prophecy!

In the prison realm, in the middle of the ten yang heavens, Luo Xingyang sat on the throne, his fingers kept tapping the throne gently, and in the entire hall, there was silence, and even the slight breathing sound could be heard clearly.

Below, several realm powerhouses stood quietly, and they didn't dare to come out, for fear of annoying Luo Xingyang on the throne.

Since Luo Xingyang came back from Da Xuantian, the whole person has become gloomy and began to be moody.

Just now, there was also a realm powerhouse who accidentally angered Luo Xingyang and was killed on the spot, so that now these realm powerhouses dare not speak at all, for fear that the next one to die will be himself.

"You say, this sword-holding mountain is unruly, what should I do?"

Luo Xingyang leaned on the throne, his eyes narrowed slightly, not knowing whether he was recuperating or thinking about something.

The powerhouses of the realm below looked at each other, and no one dared to answer Luo Xingyang's words.

"Why, one or two have become dumb, and they don't even dare to speak?"

Luo Xingyang sat up straight, slapped the throne, and said angrily.

"I'm asking you!"

The bodies of several powerhouses below shook, and one of the old realm powerhouses stood up, wiped the cold sweat on his head, and said tremblingly.

"Back to God, since the Sword Mountain has violated the rules, then step on the Sword Mountain, and warn the forces of the entire Ten Yang Heavens!"

"Oh?"

Luo Xingyang lay back on the throne, unable to see his face clearly, and didn't know what he was trying to write.

And Luo Xingyang didn't speak, and the old realm powerhouse didn't dare to make a move, so he maintained Fang Cai's movements, motionless.

For a moment, Luo Xingyang's faint words came slowly.

"In that case, then you are responsible, and before tomorrow, I will see that the Sword Mountain no longer exists!"

When the old man heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and bowed again.

"No!"

Then, the old man withdrew from the main hall, and when he walked out of the main hall, he was suddenly relaxed. The old man glanced back at the hall and cast a gloating look.

His back is now wet with sweat, which is completely frightened by Luo Xingyang!

But now that I'm out of the main hall, it's much easier.

He has more important things to do now, he wants to set foot on the Sword Mountain before tomorrow!

However, he alone is not enough, he needs to find some cannon fodder.

............

Eighteen layers of heaven, among the altars of the gods and demons.

The high priest's hearty laughter came from above the altar.

"Little friend Wang Yang, my gods and demons have been waiting here for a long time!"

Wang Yang was stunned, how did this person know his name?

Then he bowed and bowed.

"Senior, do you know me?"

The high priest stroked his long beard, like a kind old man, and his smile hung up, making people feel comfortable like a spring breeze. Said with a smile.

"Not only do I know you, I also know the black knife in your hand!"

Black Knife!

Wang Yang was stunned, as if a thunderbolt had exploded in his mind.

The origin of the black knife is extremely mysterious, even Wang Yang only knows that it is Wang Yang's master's saber, and the high priest of this god and demon clan actually opened his mouth amazingly, and directly told Wang Yang that he recognized the black knife!

This made Wang Yang's breathing become short.

By the way, the god and demon in my mind is also the totem of this god and demon clan, presumably, there is an answer I want to know!

For a while, Wang Yang's eyes were full of heat, and he felt that he was about to know some truths that he didn't know!

After that, Wang Yang said.

"Can you elaborate on that?"

"Be presumptuous, and don't be disrespectful to the high priest!"

Liu Xuan behind him shook and shouted angrily at Wang Yang.

The high priest is the most respected elder of the gods and demons, although in terms of combat effectiveness, it is weaker than the power of the same realm, but its power of divination has made the gods and demons turn danger into danger again and again.

It can be said that the status of the high priest is second only to the king of the gods and demons!

Even a decisive person like Jian Chentian respected this elder very much.

And why did this Wang Yang talk to the high priest like this, who did he think he was?

As soon as he heard Wang Yang say this, Liu Xuan suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.

"No problem!"

The high priest raised his hand and said to Liu Xuan.

Then he turned to Wang Yang again, smiled kindly, and said.

"Wang Yang, can you come over and talk about it?"

Wang Yang was stunned, he didn't expect this high priest to be so easy to speak, he was just because he was anxious, but he was rude, according to these powerful temperaments, he would definitely punish himself severely, but this high priest also spoke for himself, which Wang Yang did not expect.

Wang Yang said.

"It was the kid who was rude before, and I hope that the seniors will forgive the sins. Boy, come here. ”

After speaking, Wang Yang walked towards the high priest.

The High Priest nodded, and said below.

"In that case, let's disperse. ”

"No!"

Tens of thousands of Dark Soul Guards of the Divine Power King replied in unison.

The sound was deafening, like thunder, resounding around the altar.

Subsequently, under the leadership of Liu Xuan, tens of thousands of dark soul guards left in order, without dragging their feet in the slightest.

With such a powerful discipline, it is no wonder that it is the sword of the gods and demons!

The five great powers above the void also bowed to the high priest and said.

"Then, I'll leave first. ”

The high priest nodded, watching those few great powers tear through the void and go, then looked at Jian Chentian, rubbed his temples with some headaches, and said.

"Chentian, if you want to come, you can come, anyway, you also want to know those secrets. ”

The corners of Jian Chentian's mouth hooked, smiled, and said.

"It's still the high priest who knows me best!"

"You, what should I say about you. ”

The high priest looked at Jian Chentian with some helplessness.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Jian Chentian is a cold-faced Shura who kills decisively, but in the eyes of the high priest, it is different.

Jian Chentian can be said to be the high priest who grew up, and the relationship is naturally closer than those people, Jian Chentian is close to the high priest, and the high priest is also happy.

The relationship between Jian Chentian and the high priest is so thick that even if it made Jian Chentian's whole person seem to be out of control, in the seventeenth layer of heaven, the eighteenth Cen Tian opened the killing ring, and there was no suspicion that the high priest had to go.

Even if it was the king, Jian Chentian dared to question it, but he didn't point the finger at the high priest.

Then, the high priest tore through the space, and the white spirit was so gentle that he wrapped Wang Yangde's body and entered the void.

Wang Yang smiled bitterly.

"Again?"

But he still had to let the high priest fiddle with it, and entered nothingness.

Jian Chentian in the rear also hurriedly followed, tearing the space.

In a moment, when Wang Yang saw the surrounding environment clearly, he had already appeared in a room.

The high priest lay on a wicker chair, leisurely picked up a book, and looked at it.

Then, Jian Chentian's figure gradually emerged and appeared in the study.

The little green snake woke up in a daze, lay on Wang Yang's head, raised his little head, looked around, and was a little confused.

What's wrong?

Then, it found another gaze that locked itself, exactly the same as Jian Chentian's gaze at him!

Ahh

Sure enough, an aura enveloped the body of the little green snake and floated in front of the high priest with it.

The little green snake turned its white belly like ashes, and it suddenly lost confidence in life. It's a little scared of the outside world.

How can I catch myself once, because I'm handsome?

"The bloodline of Candle Jiuyin, it's a bit interesting. ”

The high priest touched the little green snake's head and said with some doting.

The little green snake was paralyzed in the hands of the high priest, and let the high priest touch his head, which had to be left to others, and the little green snake would definitely jump up and hit that person's knee, but this one was different, it couldn't beat it!

The little green snake threw a small expression of grievance at Wang Yang, just like a little resentful woman who had been beaten into the cold palace, and that appearance was extremely aggrieved.

Wang Yang shrugged his shoulders, and there was nothing he could do.

The high priest looked at the little green snake a few times and lost interest, if it was the real candle nine yin bloodline, it could still arouse his interest, but this was just a little green snake with a trace of the candle nine yin bloodline, and it really didn't interest him.

Put the little green snake on the ground and let it roam around.

Instead, he smiled and whispered to Jian Chentian.

"Chentian, do you still remember the old man's prophecy back then?"

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To be continued.

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