"The priests are very similar to your gods, but there are huge differences. And I see that the power of the one-sided future comes from Zilong. I don't have that much at it myself. The high priest said, "It's not for you to wake up Zilong, even Zilong doesn't know what the law is." ”

"Then there is Zilong, no one can stop you at this interface, right?" Nangong Fan was horrified in his heart, what kind of thing is this Zilong, just said a sentence casually, and he realized what the law is?

"The power of Zilong comes from the people who believe in it, it is our totem, we believe in it, it shelters us, and complements each other. One of the greatest abilities of a priest is that he can communicate with it. I can borrow its power, but I have too many limitations. "The high priest was patient.

"I don't know what I have to do to solve what you call a life-and-death crisis. Even if I face a ghost town myself, I am honestly afraid, afraid that one mistake will be lost. The old gentleman thinks too highly of me. Nangong Fan grinned.

You say I'm the one who is destined to be killed, and I am? Then I'm too stupid, right? Give me a high hat and I'll charge for you? I'm sorry, you're thinking too much.

"What if I could tell you where your blood comes from?" said the High Priest's pupils with an inexplicable smile, "Do you dare to listen?"

"Even if my blood is related to you, I refuse. As for whether you dare to listen to it, as long as you dare to say it, what do I dare not listen to?" Nangong Fan didn't care at all.

"Is it enough just that you have the blood of the ancient barbarians in you?" the high priest said loudly.

"The blood of the ancient barbarians?" Nangong Fan was stunned.

"Or the nobles among them, according to Zilong's observation, your ancestors are at least noble-level figures, we can all be regarded as your people, is it enough?" The high priest's pupils gradually became inhuman, and his eyes were full of inexplicable divinity, looking at Nangong Fan deeply, "Do you want to go against your bloodline?"

Nangong Fan's mood gradually calmed down, is this another bloodline left to him by his parents? It's just that he still refuses to give up, "So what? I am not obligated to drag my family and carry you on my shoulders. ”

"This is natural, but it is a certain number that you will go to the opposite side of the ghost town, and you can easily save the barbarians in the north, and on the contrary, you can also get benefits from me. Why not?"

"Count you ruthless. Nangong Fan gritted his teeth, as long as he didn't entrust the entire tribe to himself, it wasn't unacceptable. After all, he was already overwhelmed by a black family on his back, and he was almost out of breath, and then he was burdened with a nether barbarian?

"You'll be happy in no time. ”

"I hope so. ”

The high priest smiled faintly, the light flashed, and there was an ancient book in his hand, a simple jade.

"The ancient book is a fragment of witchcraft that I have experienced through life and death, and this jade is a medicinal liquid that I have refined with my meditation, which is extremely good for physical cultivation, and should be enough to make you reach the peak of your skin. ”

"The peak of the epithelium?" Nangong Fan's eyes condensed, as long as he excavated all the power of the later stage of the epithelium, he could reach the peak power of this realm, what if the epithelia was at the peak? Nangong Fan was moved, but he still had doubts about the efficacy of this jade.

This level of juice should not be possessed in this realm.

"Rest assured, there is no doubt about the efficacy of this juice, but few people can bear the pain in it. But you have ancient barbarian blood, and these are not problems. This is exactly what I boiled in the way recorded in the ancient books, and the herbs and blood used in it are a few points better than those recorded. The high priest personally put the two items in Nangong Fan's hands.

Nangong Fan nodded and glanced at the high priest deeply, "Thank you, I can only say I will do my best." ”

"It will be of great benefit to you to pay more attention to the inheritance of some barbarians in the future. ”

Nangong Fan looked at the high priest who was originally full of energy, and there was more decay in his eyes, and his spirit seemed to collapse in an instant, and he suddenly collapsed on the chair.

Nangong Fan carefully observed for a long time, and then believed the previous words, the high priest is really dying!

"Ahem. Blood droplets were flying, and the high priest was also looking at Nangong Fan, he had no choice but to believe in Zilong, and believe in the future picture that he had vaguely seen after trying his best. Abandon everything, desperate, just to find that glimmer of life.

Nangong Fan was silent for a long time, squatted down, and leaned forward with one hand.

"Don't!"

Before the weak voice could completely fall, Nangong Fan reacted, and a beam of white light burst out from the high priest's body.

The furious momentum instantly filled the audience, and a trace of black space fragments appeared on the edge of the white light, spinning and impacting towards Nangong Fan.

The pressure this brought to Nangong Fan was not weaker than that of the Doomsday Seal, and it was also the power of the pinnacle of this realm.

Nangong Fan's eyes froze, and with the long sword in his other hand, he subconsciously slashed out.

The sound lingered, and the black dragon sword was unhindered, but Nangong Fan was pushed backwards by this force, leaving two conspicuous white marks on the hard ground.

Nangong Fan felt that his feet were about to catch fire, but he also sensed this white light, there was no power and nothing else, the long sword struck upward, lifted the white light slightly, and almost retreated to the door of the house, and the power was gone.

Nangong Fan's eyes turned to the high priest, and the divine light in his eyes surged, what kind of power is this?

"It's this force that is at work in me that makes me dying. The High Priest smiled bitterly, his body was still in the state of sacrificial lifespan, which also brought him boundless power, but this power was not under his control. In such a state, no one can easily approach him.

"Can't you dispel it?" Nangong Fan seemed to understand, since he had taken the benefits, he didn't mind doing what he could.

"It's already deep in the bone marrow, and it can't be exorcized!" the high priest's voice was very weak, as if as long as a gust of wind blew, he would not be able to survive.

"Is there anything I need to do?"

"Let the barbarian call Xiao Ran. He knows what to do. ”

"Okay, you wait. Nangong Fan took a deep look at the high priest's pale face, turned around and walked out.

"Hey, boy, did the High Priest agree to let me go?" the brute greeted him with gusto.

"The high priest asked you to go find Xiao Ran. Nangong Fan's voice was a little low.

"Okay!" The brute smiled brightly, and suddenly froze, "Who did you say you were looking for?"

"Xiao Ran. ”

"High Priestess, what's wrong with him?" the barbarian's face instantly collapsed.

"You go and find Xiao Ran first. ”

"Wait for me. The brute turned and began to run.

Nangong Fan raised his head, his eyes were a little deep, and he seemed to see the Zilong who shrouded the tribe saluting him respectfully. Do you really have barbarian blood in your body?

After only a few moments, the brute came back in a hurry, holding a slightly young male in his hand.

The young man looked like he was only twenty-eight years old, his pupils were as pure as ice, and he was a little confused.

Nangong Fan only glanced at it, and guessed what had just happened, this rude man of the barbarian definitely rushed into this Xiao Ran's room to arrest him directly.

The person appointed by the high priest at this time may be the next high priest, and the barbarian is too faceless, isn't he? Aren't you afraid of being put in small shoes in the future? Well, it seems that one is a chief and the other is a high priest, and they are not so unbearable.

"Boy, I'll take Xiao Ran in first. Like a mad cow, the brute rushed into the tent with no stopping footsteps.

Nangong Fan was silent, he had just met the high priest, and it was more like a deal between them, although they were related, it was nothing more, it made him too sad, and the feelings for each other were not enough. Of course, there was no such thing as a demon oath or a heavenly oath between the two, which also made Nangong Fan grateful.

Nangong Fan suddenly remembered that he hadn't entered the ring to see Wang Zai for a long time, and he didn't know if he had broken through.

Nangong Fan hesitated, took a few steps forward, came to a corner where no one was paying attention, and entered the ring, leaving only an inconspicuous speck of dust in place.

As soon as he entered, Wang Zai stood in front of him. Holding a feather fan, the jade tree is in the wind. There is no momentum in his body, just like a scholar.

There is no need to say much, Nangong Fan understands that Wang Zai has successfully broken through. It's the only surprise in a long time.

"I thought you had forgotten about me!" Wang Zai laughed heartily as he waved his feather fan.

"There's been a lot of things going on lately, and I forgot about it all at once. Uncle Wang, I'm sorry. Nangong Fan blushed slightly, if he hadn't had nothing to do at this time, and when he went to Beiliang City, maybe he would have forgotten Wang Zai for a long time.

"Tell me about it. No matter how you say it, I have eaten white rice for decades more than you, and I can always give you some advice. ”

Nangong Fan easily brushed over the events of his time in a few words, focusing on the current situation in the north.

Wang Zai groaned slightly, "I support you and the ghost town to go to the opposite side." Since the ghost city has extended its tentacles to many tribes and even the royal palace, there must be many of their minions in the Central Plains. This is a catastrophe for the entire earth, whether it is the rivers and lakes or the court, they cannot transcend the world, and it is a good thing to break out early. ”

"Reasonable, so the entire rivers and lakes are involved?" Nangong Fan is very single.

Wang Zai looked at Nangong Fan like an idiot, "What do you say, they will believe you? If I didn't know you, I would have taken what you said as a joke." Now we can only unite many tribes to make a prestige, so that the major forces in the Central Plains are vigilant, until we bring out people who are not afraid of ghost towns, we will win. At the same time, it can also win the hearts of many tribes. Even if we don't have the heart to fight for hegemony, with the back garden of the northern realm, the end of the Cullinan can't help us. ”

Nangong Fan kept nodding until Wang Zai's voice fell, and said with a serious face, "Uncle Wang, it is worthy of you." These thoughts coincide with me. ”

Wang Zai's face froze slightly, and what he continued to say was completely forgotten in Nangong Fan's words. Why did you find out that the young master is this shameless appearance?

Nangong Fan smiled and left the ring space with Wang Zai.

The two of them stood in the square, just for a short while, the barbarian walked out alone, standing in front of Nangong Fan with a sad face, without even looking at Wang Zai, and the energetic appearance just now was gone.

"Condolences. Nangong Fan sighed lightly and said with Wang Zai.

"I just didn't expect it to come so quickly. The brute nodded, his gaze never off the priest's tent. He knew that when Xiao Ran came out, he would be the new priest of Zilong, and the old priest would turn into a handful of loess from now on. "Later, I will hand over all my two hundred catties of meat to you. ”

"Did the high priest agree?" Nangong Fan was a little stunned, the high priest died, and Xiao Ran took over as the priest, and there was no barbarian to stop the field, and the tribe didn't know what the chaos would be. How can you let the barbarian go at this time?

"Xiao Ran also walked with us. This is the order of the high priest. The barbarian voice was very low, and the battlefield that he had always wanted to go to before felt a little boring at this time.

Nangong Fan's eyes flashed with essence and he no longer answered. But I still felt a great pressure in my heart, and the high priest put all the chips on him before his death, without any reservations.

Can he really lead them to resist the ghost town and lead to victory?

Everything can only be taken one step at a time, and he still remembers what Master Niu said, even if Hei Yuqing at his peak finds a ghost town, he will be beaten by meat buns, and he is still a huge gap from the original Hei Yuqing.

The pressure in his heart could not be explained to outsiders, so Nangong Fan had to bear all this silently.