High Priest?

The mage frowned, a little unclear.

"Ancestor, what kind of sacredness do you mean by the high priest? Could it be that the series of changes that have taken place now are all due to the existence of this high priest? ”

If this is the case, then Xuandu can be regarded as an eye-opener, originally thought that he had become a disciple of a saint, and he could be regarded as well-informed, but today he realized that there are many mysteries in this world that he does not understand.

"That's right, the High Priest is a peerless powerhouse who has never been seen before or since, and since he came to the Terran tribe, he has created all kinds of miracles!"

"Now that the human race of Shouyang Mountain can have this strength, Xuandu is the credit of the high priest."

Suiren, as he spoke, released his coercion, a strong strength, which made Xuandu jealous, he had only felt the same breath in his master Taiqing Laozi.

Incredible!

"Old Ancestor, how many years have you cultivated so far, and you have actually reached a half-step saint?!"

The mage stepped forward, staring at the Suiren Clan's ancestor with a pair of eyes.

"Actually, half a year ago, I was just a celestial immortal!"

As soon as these words came out, it was really terrifying, and Shi Po was shocked and suddenly even the archmage's face changed greatly.

Half a year ago, he was just a celestial immortal, but now he has become a quasi-saint-level powerhouse, how terrifying is this?!

"Quick, take me to meet the high priests around me, and I'll ask him for advice in person!"

Master Xuandu believes that now that he can see this statue, the peerless powerhouse is definitely one of the greatest opportunities in this life, no less than when the master brought himself to the Eight Views Palace to cultivate.

The ancestor of the Suiren clan nodded with satisfaction.

Xuandu is still a young man he still values very much, although he was teased by a few naughty boys at the entrance of the village before, but this is no wonder, Xuandu can only blame this high priest's supernatural era is too demonic.

"The high priest already knew about you, and specially ordered the holy woman to come and deliver the message, and when you wake up, I will take you to him!"

Hearing this, Xuandu nodded.

Following this ancestor out of the room, he saw a peerless aura outside.

The archmage was really shocked and his scalp tingled, he never thought that the human race would have such a central scene.

"Haha, surprising things, you will find more in the future, slowly learn to adapt!"

The ancestor of the Suiren clan said this, and Xuandu could only nod.

"Don't go out again in the future and stay here well, presumably that saint's supernatural powers can't be compared to the high priest, otherwise, your cultivation won't stop at the Golden Immortal Realm for 300 years!"

Hearing this, Xuan Du couldn't help blushing a little, to be honest, he used to entertain himself with a lot of talent, but now it seems that it is really not enough compared to the entire human race.

"The kindness of the ancestors, Xuandu understands, and in the future, he will be good in this clan, please consult the high priest!"

In fact, this is just talking, let Xun not go back, this is really a bit embarrassing for him, how can he say that he is also a disciple of the saint now, so he can't wait to go back without saying a word, so wouldn't he want the saint to catch him back and cramp and peel his skin?

"Look at that person who was taught by Brother Teng and them in the morning, it turned out to be the disciple of that saint!"

"Isn't it, it's like this when you go out to practice for 300 years, and it's really a shame for our human race!"

"Hey, in fact, I can't blame him Xuandu, this child I saw back then was a diligent child, this blame the saint is too unreliable, and he has never passed on his true skills to Xuandu."

Listening to these gossips, Xuandu's heart was full of mixed tastes, and he wanted to go over and discuss with these clansmen, but he didn't know where to start when the words came to his mouth.

Someone even said that his talent was poor?

He didn't rely on any heavenly silkworm and earth treasures, and he cultivated to this level step by step, but it was only 300 years.

Even among the desolate creatures, it is enough to be called a genius.

Some people say that it is because of the Taiqing saint who did not pass on his true skills to him?

This is really possible, even Xuan Du couldn't help but doubt at this time, what is his master who is not a worldly material?

If you don't admit this fact, you have to admit that your master is inferior to the high priest of the human race, and this is an unspeakable thing.

"How could the Ancestor Clansmen become so powerful, can you reveal that?"

Listening to Xuandu's questioning, the ancestor of the Suiren clan smiled lightly: "The high priest calls this magical spell a kind of body!" ”

"This is not something that everyone can learn, you have to drink that magical wine!"

Drink?!

Hearing this, Xuandu was even more surprised, but following the fingers of this ancestor, he saw a clear spring.

The trickling spring water is a refreshing drink.

"It's incredible, I actually saw the rhyme of the avenue from this drink!"

Xuandu walked over in a few steps, came to the side of the drink, stretched out his hand, and gently stirred in it!

"Stop! You are disrespectful to the Great Sacrifice! ”

The ancestor of the Suiren clan made a quick move and slapped Xuandu's body fiercely.

The powerful force made Xun Du almost fall to the ground, grinning in pain, he didn't expect that this old man looked skinny, and his body had such strong strength.

"Ancestor, you can be light, now you are a pure saint cultivator, and my body of a golden immortal has not been scattered by you!"

"It's not like you're not worrying!" The ancestor of the Suiren clan said angrily.

Following this ancestor's gaze, Xuandu raised his eyes.

This sword guards around this spring, and there are actually many Da Luo Jin Immortal cultivators!

Oh my God, where is this Terran tribe, even if it is the Demon Pavilion or the three tribes of the Flood Wilderness, the scene in the heyday of the year is nothing more than that!

The real Da Luo walks all over the golden immortals like dogs, and he is talking about this scene now.

"Young man, be careful, this wine of the Great Dao was ordered by the high priest to rise up of our human race, and I hope you will defile him, and you will be against the entire human race."

An old man who was guarding this place kindly said this to Xuandu.

Hearing this, the Xuandu Grand Master frowned!

No wonder he felt countless breaths lock on to him just now, which clearly regarded him as an enemy.

It seems that he still has to thank the old ancestor for slapping him in time and falling to the ground, otherwise, he may face countless Daluo breaths and attack him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Unexpectedly, after the dignified saint disciple came to his own tribe, he turned out to be a young man who could only apologize.

Next, Xuandu was honest, and even if he saw any strange things, he restrained his gaze.

I'm afraid that those strong men who are five big and three thick will beat themselves.

As for what surprises he saw, he didn't dare to touch them with his hands, and at most he expressed his surprise from afar.

The ancestor of the Suiren clan couldn't help but be a little amused at the change in Xuandu's attitude, but he didn't say anything.

The two of them came to a quaint wooden house.

"High priest, the man has brought!"

The ancestor of the Suiren clan said loudly.

A moment later, a burst of green light flashed, and Liu Er, dressed in a green dress, appeared in front of the two.

"Holy Maiden!" The ancestor of the Suiren clan saluted respectfully.