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The priest of the temple stood on top of the bell tower in his costume, holding an ornate staff in his left hand, and his eyes opened and closed, staring at the mountains of Belém in the distance.

He muttered to himself, and after sprinkling a handful of magic powder forward, he began to sketch with his right hand with a solemn expression.

Several hunting captains in the town held their breath one by one, watching his movements nervously, they knew in their hearts that the results of the priest's fortune would directly affect their hunting income.

As the obscure incantation sounded in the priest's mouth, the huge ancient bronze bell, which had endured a hundred years of wind and rain, slowly vibrated and made a deafening buzzing sound, and at this time, the outline of the priest's right hand became more and more urgent.

In the night sky, after several annihilations, the priest had raised the staff in his hand, and as the last syllable in his mouth fell, a faint light rose from the top of the staff.

Several people looked up at the light, and gradually faded away, and finally dissipated into the night sky.

"Bloody! I saw the red of blood, and the light of the holy sword, shrouded in the mountains of Belém! ”

The oppressive atmosphere was broken by a solemn voice, and the priest frowned and slowly turned around.

"Lord Priest, is that a bad omen?" One couldn't help but ask.

Suddenly, the faces of the other people became ugly, if it was indeed a bad omen, then in the forest outside the town, there was not a wind shadow leopard hidden, it was such a simple matter.

"Omen, this is beyond doubt, but it seems that there is a big turnaround..."

The priest's face became indifferent, but his eyes deepened, showing a condescending look.

"It's good to have a turnaround!"

A few people secretly breathed a sigh of relief, if there was no turnaround, they were afraid that the existence of the town would be seriously threatened, but in the face of the Wind Shadow Leopard, which was close to the first-order demonic beast, it was not something that a few of them could deal with, it almost had the strength of a ninth-level warrior.

Now the hunting team in the town, the members are generally between the fourth and eighth levels, and their captains, even if they are the highest combat power in the town, are only eighth-level warriors, and only the priest in front of them has the ninth-level strength to compete with them.

However, the Lord Priest must stay in the town, and he will not go out of the town to hunt down the Shadow Leopard unless there are some special circumstances.

At the moment, the only way they can do it is for the hunting party to have enough people to avoid a large number of casualties when they encounter the Shadow Leopard, and even if they are lucky, they may kill it.

Otherwise, today's events may be repeated!

There are nine people in Ollong's hunting team, the lowest level of which is a fifth-level samurai, and Olon is a veteran eighth-level samurai, under the raid of the Wind Shadow Leopard, he lost three team members, and the others were not lightly injured, so he barely escaped the pursuit of the Wind Shadow Leopard.

"Lord Priest, if this is confirmed, the hunting party in the town can only merge together and go out of the town to hunt!"

Several hunting captains, after exchanging opinions with each other, finally made the above decision.

"Well, that's all for now!" The priest nodded slowly, a tired look on his face, and then walked down the stairs, and several of the captains of the hunt also turned around and walked down the bell tower after him.

The next morning, the townspeople who walked out of their homes seemed to have a faint cloud on their faces, and even their voices became muffled.

Because from now on, everyone in the town is not allowed to go out alone, and the hunting team that originally went out of the town has also become a group hunt, which means that in many cases, each team member is allocated a lot less prey than usual.

Although most of the people in the town are reluctant to do this, because many families will not be able to get enough meat, they are well aware of what happened yesterday, after all, the bodies of the three team members are still in the town without burial, and the cries of relatives are still faintly heard.

At this time, Luo Lan was sitting in the sealed place, in the ancient god hall, mobilizing the battle qi in his body, running in the two bright veins.

Battle Qi, every time a cycle is completed, due to the cultivation of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Secret Method, the pain of the torn flesh will be reduced by a few points.

With his current second-level cultivation as a samurai, he can't continuously practice the Dragon Elephant Prajna Secret Method, and every time he completes the cultivation of three movements, he has to replenish the physical strength consumed, and he also has to transmit the battle qi in the Ming Vein to repair the wounds of the torn flesh.

After two hours, the pain in the flesh gradually subsided, and a stream of cold aura entered the body, strengthening all corners of the body, and the feeling of continuous condensation of strength permeated the whole body, making people want to shout.

"Whew!"

Roland stood up suddenly, took off his coat, wiped the sweat stains off his body with a towel, stood in front of the silver mirror placed on the confession, looked at his body, and nodded slightly.

After cultivating for more than 20 days before and after, coupled with the refining of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Secret Method, his body was obviously much stronger, unlike before, which was a little weak and skinny.

Of course, more than twenty days in the Sealed Land have only passed a little more than two days in reality.

Five days ago, he was still exploring in the elven ruins, and when he was seriously injured, he was successfully plotted behind the back of the sixth prince Luo Lin, and exploded into a blood mist, but who knows, five days later, he has changed his identity and has the cultivation of the early stage of a second-level warrior.

It's nothing short of a miracle!

"It's not enough! Second rank samurai, just the beginning! Roland clenched his fists tightly, and his gaze became very sharp.

After putting on his clothes, he took a first-order spirit martial pill and continued to cultivate.

Being able to reach the early stage of a second-level warrior within five days, not only because of the auxiliary cultivation of medicine, but also because of the existence of the sealed land, and with the space-time golden wheel, he has ten times more cultivation time than other warriors, this is his true essence!

"Elephant Mochizuki!"

"Like sucking water!"

"Like spitting fog!"

Roland took a horse step, slowly twisted his waist back and forth, and as his arms turned up and down, his neck also frequently rose upward, and every movement would mobilize the strength of every inch of muscle and bone in his body.

No pain, no gain!

In the following days, Roland spent almost all of his time in the Sealed Land, and he would only go out once every five days of cultivation, and after going out, the three of them sat around the wooden table, talking and laughing and having a meal, which became his only moment of relaxation.

Day after day passed.

Belera was happy in her eyes, it seemed that Alain had really changed, and in a short period of time, she had given her a feeling of growing stronger, no less than the teenagers in the town's hunting party.