These days, in addition to cultivating, Mu Hanyan has also been investigating and secretly visiting everywhere, but he has also gained nothing.

comforting Gao Weihu not to worry, Mu Hanyan was actually quite anxious in his heart. She is still only at the peak of the ninth-order Divine Heart Priest, and it has become so difficult to break through the bottleneck, even if she is lucky enough to break through, it will be even more difficult to improve her strength, God knows when she will be promoted to Divine Soul Priest.

The only thing to be thankful for is that, just as she guessed, Guan Xiujin and the others were jealous of her after seeing her true strength, but they never troubled her again.

"Hmm. Gao Weihu nodded, but his frowning brows were not relaxed by Mu Hanyan's comfort.

"By the way, how is your strength?" Mu Hanyan didn't want him to continue to blame himself like this, so he changed the topic and asked.

"The strength has not improved much, but the divine art has some understanding. At the mention of this, Gao Weihu's brows finally stretched a little and replied.

"Oh?" Mu Hanyan looked at him curiously.

"The last time I saw my eldest brother, well, it was the heaven-shattering thunder nine shattered by Gao Weilong, I was inspired by it, and I also pondered it, and the power of the divine art has been greatly improved. Gao Weihu said.

"That's good. Mu Hanyan said with relief.

In fact, Gao Weihu's brain is not stupid, he used to give up on himself because he was unwilling to completely break with Gao Weilong, and hid in Tianyang City to eat and wait for death, if he finally has the courage and determination to fight, his strength will improve in a thousand days, and if he continues to work hard, he will surpass Gao Weilong one day.

"My lord, you continue to cultivate, and I'll go out for a walk. After chatting about cultivation, Gao Weihu got up again and said.

"Let's go together. Mu Hanyan knew that he was going to inquire about the whereabouts of Qiankun's life and death seal, and he was embarrassed to see him working hard alone, so he also got up and walked out.

After a while, the two of them came to the market.

The Temple of Life has a large population, with tens of thousands of resident priests, and the market is naturally huge, covering an area that is no less vast than the former Flower Rain City. The medicinal herbs and golden elixirs for sale are also dazzling, and they have everything, far from being comparable to the market in the main city of the lower temple.

Because most of the people in the City of Life are from extraordinary backgrounds, and many of their ancestors have been brilliant for a while, most of them have some treasures in the family, and they will be sold when the family road falls, so many elixir treasures sold in this market are secretly moved by Mu Hanyan.

However, Mu Hanyan's purpose in coming to the market was not this, while watching the various treasures sold by the vendors, he listened carefully to the chatter around him, and occasionally selected some suitable pills, taking this opportunity to vaguely inquire about the news of the life and death seal of Qiankun.

It's a pity that, as before, after shopping for a long time, the two still haven't gotten any news.

Suddenly, several temple guards carried a young priest, squeezed through the crowd, and ran towards the Temple of Life at a rapid pace.

Mu Hanyan glanced at it casually, only to see that the young man was in rags, revealing blurred scars on his body, and his face was also covered with blood.

At the same time that Mu Hanyan looked at the young priest, he also happened to turn his head to look over, and saw Mu Hanyan stunned, revealing a frightened and hateful gaze, and then quickly turned his head away.

Mu Hanyan was also slightly stunned, although the man's face was covered with blood, and he didn't recognize who it was at a glance, but the frightened and hateful gaze was in full view.

What kind of person is this, could it be that he has an enmity with me? Mu Hanyan thought secretly.

"What's the matter, Lord Priestess, do you recognize that person?" Noticing Mu Hanyan's gaze, Gao Weihu also turned his head to look, but the temple guards had already squeezed into the crowd with seriously injured young priests, so they didn't see who it was.

"I didn't see it clearly, I didn't care about him. Mu Hanyan said indifferently.

Anyway, since she came to the Continent of Gods, she has offended more people, and there are more people who hate her to the bone, how can she have the energy to waste her spirit on them.

Turning around, Mu Hanyan took Gao Weihu and continued to walk towards the market.

At the same time that they were trying to find the seal of life and death, Guan Xiujin was also in dire straits.

"Lord Priest, it's been two months, why haven't you found those batch of colorful soul beads, you can afford to drag it, we can't afford it." In the main hall of the main sacrifice, Yang Wensheng and Qiu Yongcheng blocked the door, and said to Guan Xiujin with a displeased face.

"Two adults, didn't I just give you the Colorful Soul Bead a few days ago?" Guan Xiujin said with a smile on his face.

From the hunting trial in Blackwood Prison to the present, he has never received a fortune, and in order to deal with these two old guys, he is about to empty his family, but even so, he can't make up for the cultivation resources owed to Yang Qiu and the others over the years.

It's just that these two old guys are still not interesting, they are blocked at the door every once in a while, they don't cry or make trouble, they just don't leave, and now Guan Xiujin has a big head as soon as he sees them, and he has the heart to cry.

And you can't get angry, even if you are scolded bloody, you have to be smiling.

"How can that little bit be enough, do you think it's so easy to attack the Divine Soul Priest?" Qiu Yongcheng said with a roll of his eyes.

Guan Xiujin has the urge to scold again, have you taken away from the Temple of Life less colorful soul beads over the years, and once you got out of the customs before, you would put thousands of them in your pocket, didn't you see you promoted to Divine Soul Priest?

In the final analysis, the qualifications are still not enough, if there is really that qualification, it will be enough with the colorful soul beads he gave a few days ago.

But he can't say this, who will let him take the blame now?

"The two adults have a few more days, and I'll think of a way. Guan Xiujin could only squeeze out a smile on his face, and said to the two of them with a bowed head. Squeezing, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing so much that my face is almost stiff.

"Alas, forget it, seeing that you are quite pitiful, then give you a few more days, if you can't get it out, don't blame us for being ruthless. Yang Wensheng shook his head, and finally let Guan Xiujin go.

But before leaving, he muttered: "The Temple of Life has been inherited for nearly a million years, when did it become embarrassed like this, I really don't know how this main priest was done, waste!"

"When we meet such a chief priest, we have also fallen into eight lifetimes of mold. Qiu Yongcheng also muttered.

The voices of the two were not loud, but they hit An Xiujin's face like a loud slap, and their old faces turned red with shame. But he didn't dare to attack, and now the news hasn't spread yet, but these two old guys are dissatisfied with him, if the matter is big and the news leaks, the Temple of Life will definitely be in turmoil, and I'm afraid that even the spittle stars can drown him. <