"High Priest ·······"

Fang Di looked at the central hall of the sacrificial courtyard from afar, his eyes were blazing. He swirled around his dark figure again, and soon disappeared into the darkness of the night.

Dark clouds obscured the light of the bright moon, and the night deepened.

Outside the main hall in the center of the sacrificial courtyard, Fang Di seemed to be in the dark, coming from the void and reality, standing there quietly.

A moment later, he stepped again, heading into the temple shrouded in secret and unobstructed.

There is a cold night breeze slightly blowing, and the four walls of the main hall in the center of the sacrificial temple, the linen light yarn floats with the wind, conveying a light and comfortable rhythm in the quiet night.

It was quiet, and there was no sound.

But just as Fang Di walked to the door and was about to step into the hall, the hall suddenly lit up with a swaying fire, and it was instantly bright and bright. A low and cold voice sounded, and he said slowly: "The last time I broke into the sacrificial temple at night, it was an evil witch many years ago. I hope you won't be like him, running away in a fiasco. ”

For the sudden lights and voices in the hall, Fang Di's face was unwavering, and he walked into the hall calmly.

The hall was very large, and in the center sat an old man, the high priest.

I haven't seen him for nearly two years, just like the Holy Priest said, he has shown obvious old age, but his face is still very smooth, his eyes are introverted, his eyes are very bright, but he is calm and unwavering, unfathomable, and very intimidating.

For Fang Di's arrival, the high priest obviously felt it for a long time, and there was no surprise on him, but there seemed to be a faint murderous intent in the depths of his eyes, like an old lion, wanting to defend his dominance.

He said, "Since Ugana broke off spiritual contact with me some time ago, I knew that you would come back. ”

"Well, Ugana has escaped from me. Fang Di replied, since he entered the hall, his pace has always been in a constant state, no more than a minute, no less than half a cent.

Between the ups and downs of Fang Di's footsteps, people have a bizarre and indescribable look.

It's as if as he moves forward, the earth under his feet is gradually awakened, with 'breathing' and pulsation, and every step of Fang Di can be accurately connected with the pulse of the earth, and they will cooperate with each other.

This forms an extremely mysterious phenomenon, making every step of Fang Di seem to be supporting him with the ground under his feet, pushing him forward, creating an illusion of vision, making people very uncomfortable to watch, and there will be a feeling that his vision can't keep up with his forward speed.

When you see him, he's out of sight. The figure that was seen was only a visual afterimage left by him after he walked by a moment ago.

This is obviously a mysterious realm that is connected to the qi of heaven and earth, regardless of each other, as if using the power of the earth to reduce the distance between the feet, the so-called magic power of shrinking the earth into inches, nothing more than that.

At this moment, the high priest showed an extremely solemn look in his eyes, shining with dazzling brilliance.

Around his sitting figure, there were layers of darkness circling around him.

On the golden scepter in the high priest's hand, a black light condensed, like a strange sun rising, enveloping and protecting him.

"High Priestess, you really have a connection with Maureus, and you have already obtained part of the cultivation method of the solar power from him, and combined it with the fragments of the Book of the Dead of the Dead inherited by the Sacrificial Academy, and derived this dark and blazing sun technique?"

Fang Di's voice sounded in the hall, and the words were triggered by the high priest, and the light was like the origin of a spell of a strange sun.

At this moment, the high priest's pupils showed obvious signs of contraction.

Obviously, his heart was not as calm as it seemed, which showed that Fang Di's guess was correct.

It was this moment of distraction that made the high priest miss the opportunity to catch Fang Di's trajectory. The square in his eyes was obviously still a few zhang away, but in the void in front of him, there was suddenly a finger, from the illusory and clear, slow but unusually firm point to the center of his eyebrows.

The black qi on his fingers coiled, and the spear edge of a netherworld divine spear was uncertain, as if it was not present.

With the appearance of this finger, Fang Di's figure was stretched out completely by the weirdness.

The High Priest's face was solemn, and the finger that Fang Di pointed at continued to enlarge in his eyes, and there was a terrifying power that filled all the space in his sight. Obviously, this finger was infused with powerful spiritual power by Fang Di, and it was not just as simple as a collision in the moves, a single blow would determine the winner or loser.

The loser's spirit is damaged, and even the foundation of his cultivation will be shaken, and he will be hurt intoibly.

The High Priest opened his mouth softly, let out a low cry like thunder, his eyes lit up, and the scepter in his hand was derived, like the light of the black sun, slowly swirling, blocking his eyebrows.

Fang Di's fingers and the dark light from the high priest kept approaching·······

Suddenly, the whole hall fell dark. At this moment, it was like the dark sun that the High Priest sacrificed, enveloping and devouring Fang Di's fingers, and it was like Fang Di's fingers were indestructible, piercing the High Priest's body protection technique, and finally touched his forehead.

Time seemed to slow down for a moment before it returned to normal.

The next moment, the hall was bright again. Fang Di had already retracted his attack, turned around and walked out, disappearing outside the hall in a few steps.

'Poof!'

After the high priest disappeared, his chest rose and fell violently, and he finally couldn't hold it back, and he opened his mouth to choke blood, and there was also a trace of blood oozing from the center of his eyebrows.

The high priest still sat still, but his eyes were dead.

He was defeated.

After this day, a series of changes occurred in the sacrificial courtyard.

The Holy Priest, who had been away for a long time, returned to Thebes the next day, and on behalf of the Sacrificial Courtyard, announced to the public that Fang Di, who had been jointly pursued by Munasa and Maurius two years ago, had been falsely accused at that time, and had now returned to the Sacrificial Courtyard, and no one could be held accountable.

What happened two years ago is clear to most of Egypt's elite. What is strange is that the Holy Priest has such a clear attitude, supporting Fang Di on behalf of the Sacrificial Academy, and the High Priest has not said a word, which is equivalent to acquiescence.

Among the two teams of allied soldiers who tried their best to recover Fang Di back then, Maurius was not counted as fighting outside at this time, and Munasa, who remained in the city of Thebes and had amazing authority, also remained silent and did not make any reply to the statement issued by the sacrificial temple.

This situation made the aristocracy in the city of Thebes realize the intriguing points, and everyone is speculating and waiting.

Time passed in such an eerie atmosphere.

On the third day of his return to Thebes.

Originally, the most terrifying temple of the sacrificial temple now has a new owner.

Every priest of the sacrificial house knew that there was now a place where Fang Di, who had disappeared for nearly two years and suddenly returned.

At this time, in the temple of Hades, the darkness was swept away, the warm afternoon sun shone in, and under the interweaving of wisps of light, Fang Di stood on the second floor of the temple of Hades, looking at the Nile River that crossed the city of Thebes in the distance.

Not far behind him, the Holy Priest was directing several priestly apprentices to rearrange the furnishings in the temple.

Half an hour later, when the sacrificial apprentices had withdrawn, the Holy Priest came not far from Fang Di and looked far away, looking at the Nile River flowing quietly at dusk and sunset.

"Are you going to kill Munasa and Malius?" the Holy Priest asked in a low voice.

Fang Di frowned: "Since the grudge has been settled, we always have to make a decision." ”

The Holy Priest sighed, "You went and talked to His Highness the Pharaoh, how did he react?"

"Hmm!" Fang Di replied, "Maurius holds military power, and he is in alliance with Munasa, the first assistant, this threat, Pharaoh is not unaware. Now that someone is willing to intervene to help him cut off the threat, will he object?

The Holy Priest stopped talking, turned his head and glanced at Fang's angular face, did not speak again, turned around and walked out.

Fang Di's voice resumed and he said, "When Munasa and Maurius are successfully eliminated, the Pharaoh will not allow the unstable factors that override his authority to exist, I know that. ”

The Holy Priest paused and paused before saying, "What are your plans?"

"I won't be in Egypt all the time. Fang Di said.

The holy priest said, "Then when are you going to do it?"

Fang Di said lightly: "It won't be too long." Then he muttered, "I heard that there is something in the sacrificial temple that has been passed down from ancient times, and I want to see it." ”