The Sudanese want to counterattack, which is completely a joke in Zhang Yao's opinion.

Becoming a priest is certainly a step to heaven for ordinary people. But there is a limit to this step to the sky, for Zhang Yao, who is enough to directly wrestle with Immorton, the high priest. As long as these people don't directly achieve demigods, then counterattacking can only be a joke.

"Boom" Hanuna Tower sky, a black light pierced through the heavens and the earth.

The blessing of Hanubis, the god of death, passed through the endless planes and space, and descended directly on the pyramid.

"Praise be to you, God Hanubis!" The priests, led by Immorton, praised the pillar of light. The ancient and beautiful sound of the sacrifice reverberated throughout the Hamna Tower, and everyone wanted to know how many people had become priests.

"What about people, why haven't they come out yet?" After a few minutes of waiting, there was no white-robed sacrifice in front of the door of the pyramid. Let all the people who were expecting the answer involuntarily look at Immorton, the high priest.

"Wait!" Immorton, who was holding the Bible of the Dead, also had a trace of doubt in his eyes.

The appearance of the blessing of death means that someone has completed the priestly test, and there should be no change

"Let me out, let me out!" Inside the pyramid, the new priests, who were waiting for countless people, floated in the air one by one. And below these people, Zhang Yao looked at these people with a smile on his back.

"Say, where did your strength come from?" Zhang Yao's body flashed blue continuously, and he resisted the repulsive force in the pyramid, fixing these new priests in mid-air one by one.

"It's the blessing of death, it's the power that death has given me. As long as you have experienced the blessing of death, you will become a priest directly! One of the new priests replied quickly, looking at Zhang Yao's eyes full of fear.

The fear of Zhang Yao is a nightmare that these people have always had. However, they never imagined that after they became priests, the power of both sides not only did not decrease, but seemed to become greater.

"Blessing of death!" Zhang Yao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked, "What does the Grim Reaper look like?" ”

"Grim Reaper, Grim Reaper"

This time, the man did not answer the question, but became distracted. It was as if he hadn't seen death at all, and couldn't describe what it looked like.

"We didn't see death, we just heard a voice and saw a dark shadow!" Dressed in a white sacrificial robe, Kanbo answered Zhang Yao's question.

"Black shadow, voice" Zhang Yao frowned, his gaze swept over these people, and suddenly found a funny thing.

There were thirty-seven new priests. Although these people are all primordial priests, their strength is not equal, and there are some differences between each of them.

For example, Zhang Yao has always been optimistic about Kanbo, and his strength is one level higher than others. According to Zhang Yao's division of heroes, Kanbo's power should belong to the middle stage of the hero, not just the power of the early stage of the hero like most people.

Of the thirty-seven new priests, thirty-five are all newcomers to the heroic class, and Cambo and Lizard Men belong to the middle heroic stage. Such a discovery made Zhang Yao, who had been observing, feel extremely curious.

"How did you do it, your strength!" Zhang Yao stretched out his hand and grabbed forward, and the camper and lizard man who were nailed in the air were immediately caught by him.

"Tell me how you did it and why you're different from them."

Zhang Yao's hands were holding Kanbo and the lizard man respectively. The two of them struggled violently in Zhang Yao's hands, but this struggle, like the resistance of a hot girl in Tokyo, had no meaning at all.

Two strong men who were nearly two meters tall were lifted in Zhang Yao's hands as if nothing were in their hands. Each of them, their eyes were full of horror, because only they, as the protagonists, knew what kind of great power the demon in front of them had.

The irresistible Kanbo and the others desperately mobilized their strength, but they still had no room for resistance, and they couldn't even make Zhang Yao's hand shake.

"No, we don't know. There was the sound of chanting in our ears, many, many people reciting the prayers, and an unfamiliar voice saying to accept our souls! ”

The two of them knew everything in Zhang Yao's hands, but when Zhang Yao asked them to talk about those chantings. The two fell silent, and only after a long time did they say they didn't remember.

"I don't remember! That's not going to work. Zhang Yao shook his hands in front of the two as if rowing a boat, and then grabbed their heads with his five fingers.

"Close your eyes, if you don't want to become an idiot, don't resist my power!" Zhang Yao let out a low shout, and his own thinking power flowed down his hands, like two rushing rivers, and suddenly rushed into the minds of the two of them.

The next second later, Zhang Yao's body split into two, and appeared in the minds of Kanbo and the lizard man in the image of a mental power void body.

Appearing in the minds of the two of them, Zhang Yao's eyes were mirrors. These mirrors are next to each other, and there are countless images of the two of them as perspectives, repeating some of the process over and over again.

This is the memory of the two of them, and it is also their past.

Zhang Yao walked leisurely, walking in front of these mirrors. In these mirrors, the lives of Camper and the lizard man are recorded, and all the memories from birth, even if the owner of the memory has forgotten, will not be erased here.

However, for these ordinary lives, Zhang Yao is not interested. He was not a voyeur, he had no intention of peeping into the memories of the two men, and the reason why he searched the brains of the two men was purely to see the picture of them when they became priests.

"Found it!" Half a minute later, Zhang Yao walked through everything they had seen and heard in more than 30 years. Finally, at the end of the memory, the picture of entering the pyramid and becoming a priest was found.

An invisible black shadow, as if standing up to the sky and the earth, will last forever.

Zhang Yao stood in front of this mirror, and he even faintly heard the sound of chanting, which was the praise of Hanubis, the god of death, for countless people, countless time and space, and countless years. They seemed to have the great power to travel through time and space, and they directly appeared in Zhang Yao's mind in the original way of memory.

"Give me your soul and I will give you strength."

"Give me the faith, and I will grant you salvation."

"Dedicate ** to me, and I will grant you immortality."

"Give me hope and I will give you salvation."

The dark shadows in the sky looked as if they were roaring loudly. Such a voice is not at all what memory should have, and it even gives Zhang Yao the illusion of facing death, Hanubis, the god of death.

"No, I don't need salvation!" Boundless power surged towards Zhang Yao, as if a Henggu being was turning his gaze, making the hairs on Zhang Yao's body stand on end.

"Boom!" With Zhang Yao's low roar, the memories of the two of them were directly shattered at this moment. Zhang Yao also returned to his body in the next moment.

Back in his body, Zhang Yao gasped for breath, and cold sweat had already fallen down his face.

A mirror that is just a carrier of memory, Hanubis has such great power. Zhang Yao felt what it means to be as powerful as the sea and as graceful as hell, this is really not something that should exist in the world.