The appearance of that goddess, this is by no means the goddess in everyone's hearts.

The night high priest was extremely angry, he shouldn't have a glimmer of hope for Wu Fei, hoping that he could be used for himself, now that everyone is watching, even if they want to kill him, they must find a suitable reason, in fact, this false goddess is the puppet of the night high priest.

Demon cultivation can have a big demon boy, and the cultivation of the night high priest is the same, if he wants more clones, he can only refine puppets, high-level puppets.

Wu Fei only had to take the goddess to open the knife now, the yellow cloud flashed under his feet, and a piece of Jiaoyun stone opened, supporting him and the goddess to retreat.

The Night High Priest glared at Wu Fei, and a fierce divine sense shot straight out.

Wu Fei felt a pain in his head, as if he had been pricked by a needle, and his thoughts were almost messy, he shook it, and immediately collected his thoughts.

The Night High Priest was about to carry out the second Divine Sense attack, and when he found that Wu Fei could actually turn off his Divine Sense, he couldn't help but be surprised, and said secretly: "Is this kid a Supreme Treasure Body that can automatically protect the Sea of Consciousness?"

The priest of Shura immediately jumped out, stopped between the two, and shouted to Wu Fei: "Dagu Amu, you are so bold, you dare to question the goddess, our goddess of the Temple of Light has a doppelganger, do you know!"

Wu Fei breathed a sigh of relief, the priest of Shura seemed to be attacking him, but in fact helped him block the night priest, he secretly shouted in his heart, and said in his mouth: "Doppelganger, what doppelganger, what does the priest mean, is this goddess just a doppelganger, where is the true body of the goddess?"

"The goddess's cultivation has reached a critical moment, and of course her true body is in the Hall of Light!"

"What about the goddess mirror, if the goddess can't come forward, why don't you lift the goddess mirror out?"

The crowd in the square has begun to stir, many of them have come here in the hope of getting the blessing of the goddess, and now the Temple of Light actually took a fake goddess out to bluff people, and pretended to be, which made them embarrassed.

"The goddess clone is here, why do you need a goddess mirror!"

The priest of Shura said this, but he laughed secretly in his heart, in the Hall of Light, only the goddess can cultivate the clone, but the doppelganger is not the big demon boy and the puppet, her body is fictitious, and when the real body appears, the doppelganger will disappear.

Wu Fei said: "This is not a doppelganger, the doppelganger should be the same as the goddess!"

The night high priest was furious, his body stood up, and he floated in the air, he stared at Wu Fei and said, "Who are you, what is your identity to slander the Temple of Light so much?"

Wu Fei was shocked in his heart, he knew that this was a critical moment, and it was really impossible to predict what the Night High Priest would do to him.

"Click, click"

The door of light on the altar suddenly made a strange sound, and a cloud surged, slowly gathering black clouds in the air.

"Buzz, buzz"

A strange low-frequency sound came, Wu Fei listened carefully, but he didn't hear anything.

Almost everyone's faces changed, and an ominous premonition came over them.

But the night high priest's face flashed with joy, and then suppressed it again, Wu Fei swept his clairvoyance, thinking that he was pretending, but he didn't know what this old guy was pretending to be.

I saw that in front of the golden jade gate, a larger gate phantom appeared, which was several feet high, glowing with a soft lime yellow light.

"The Gate of Light, it, it's open!"

Finally, someone under the altar exclaimed.

"The last time I turned it on, it seems like it was ten years ago!"

Wu Fei's heart lifted, could it be that he killed Peng Yikun and activated the monster in the Demon God's Gate, and it was going to deal with him?

On the altar, the High Priest of the Night stood by the Demon God's Gate, the muscles on his face jumping and twisting.

Wu Fei said secretly: "Is this old thief happy or afraid?"

The Night High Priest finally said loudly: "The Gate of Light has issued another call, this is the successor of the Bright Monarch selected by the heavens for our Bright Dao!"

Wu Fei looked around, he had a feeling in his heart that the night high priest would not kill him personally at this time, he slowly flew up to the altar and threw the goddess on the platform.

"Lord Priest, I have signed a life and death contract with the young master. ”

Wu Fei said as he spoke, his body covered with a strange feeling, as if someone was calling him in the Demon God's Gate.

The night high priest grinned, he didn't look at the goddess again, but showed a mouthful of cold white teeth, and said: "The opening of the door of light, once in ten years, that is it summoning the heir, our light path cannot be without a king for a day, the young master is dead, you can enter through this door, I hope you can become the new young master of our light hall and complete this blood sacrifice!"

Wu Fei had heard some legends about the Demon God's Gate, and when the Demon God's Gate was opened, a young man with the Demon Lord qualification would be able to enter and walk out from here.

In the hearts of demon path cultivators, there is only one criterion for the true Demon God Temple Shaojun, and that is the person who can come out alive when the door of the Demon God is opened.

Of course, there are some other conditions, such as being under the age of twenty, cultivating to reach the Qi Condensation Realm, the body is a treasure body, and in addition, it is necessary to be able to cultivate into the body method of shattering the shadow condensation, etc., in fact, these conditions are everyone's speculation and have not been confirmed.

The Saran priest and the Shura priest glanced towards the square, and the crowd below shivered, and the Saran priest said loudly: "All the young people under the age of twenty who meet the requirements of the young monarch of the Temple of Light will gather under the altar and enter the gate of light in turn, until the heir of the Bright Monarch is selected!"

Only then did Wu Fei understand what the night high priest meant by the blood sacrifice, if he couldn't choose the young master of the Demon God Temple now, the Demon God Gate would devour the lives of countless people!

It is said that in the past ten years, the gate of the demon god has only been opened once, and only Peng Yikun was confirmed that time, which is also the reason why Peng Yikun made such a big mistake in the battle of Yunshan Pass, and the night high priest still forgave him.

Now the night high priest let Wu Fei in, obviously wanting him to be the first victim.

Several teenagers stood out of the crowd and came to the altar, their faces resolute, waiting for the blood sacrifice to pass through the Demon God's Gate, but more people retreated.

"Whoosh, whoosh"

Two lights flashed in the distance, obviously these were young cultivators who didn't want to enter the Demon God's Gate Blood Sacrifice, and they wanted to use the teleportation charm to escape.

A sneer appeared on the High Priest of the Night's lips.

"Wow, ahhhhh

Two miserable cries sounded on the altar, and Wu Fei Huoran saw that the red light of the Demon God's Gate burst out, like two fireworks were lit in an instant, and two figures appeared in the door, turning into two clouds of blood mist.

"When the gates of light are opened, no one can escape!"

There was a mocking look on the corner of the Night High Priest's mouth, and he didn't feel sad in the slightest that the two had died.

In the air at the four corners of the square, four figures appeared, which were Salan, Shura, and Anbu priests, and there was also a blue-clothed bald old man Wu Fei didn't know, but his cultivation had also reached the ninth layer of the Flying Heaven Realm, and he was obviously one of the nine great priests of the Demon God Temple.