When the imposter opened his eyes for the second time, his eyes turned black, and a shadow fell overhead.

As soon as the imposter raised his eyes, he met the eyes of Luo Jiuqiu, who flashed silently.

The air was dead silent.

The impostor felt a chill inexplicably, and his Adam's apple slid a little.

"Huh." Luo Jiuqiu sneered.

When the three priestesses of the god clan came, they saw two white rivers at a glance, one lying down and one kneeling.

The one lying down, with clothes draped over his body and a pillow under his head, slept peacefully, with a normal expression, and looked as if he was asleep.

And the one who was kneeling had a long string of beaten bags on his head, his neck was red and swollen, his eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, and his face was expressionless.

The three priestesses were instantly dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on in front of them.

In the end, a priestess was a little bolder, arched her hand at Luo Jiuqiu, and said, "Dare to ask Sect Master Luo, what have you done to the White Tiger God?" ”

The one who was sitting on his knees, when he heard the keyword, suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at Luo Jiuqiu.

As soon as Luo Jiuqiu raised his eyes, he immediately knelt obediently, his posture was straight, his waist was erect, his legs were straight, he only dared to kneel, and he didn't dare to sit again.

Luo Jiuqiu retracted his gaze, hooked his lips and sneered, and said, "You said that there are two white rivers here, who is true and who is false, and which one is the white tiger god?" ”

The three priestesses were in a hurry, but they still couldn't react.

Luo Jiuqiu raised his forehead and said, "There is a huge family of gods, and there are only a few priests?" Didn't Nameless boast that there were three thousand priests for the gods? ”

The three priestesses had bitter faces and some grievances, and one of them, as a representative, said: "Originally, there were three thousand, but more than half of them did not obey the order and were killed by the high priest himself, and some of them were either close to Shouyuan or seriously injured and dying, and fell into petrification and faked their deaths. ”

Another priestess added, "The three of us and the high priest are the only ones who can still stand and speak today." ”

"Bang Bang!"

Luo Jiuqiu applauded and sincerely admired: "The Fengshen clan is really wonderful!" ”

The three priestesses intuitively felt that Luo Jiuqiu was mocking, but they had no evidence, not to mention that Luo Jiuqiu was fierce and ruthless, and there was an even more terrifying and abnormal Nine Killing Sword Venerable standing next to him, and they didn't dare to refute it at all.

Luo Jiuqiu felt that she had inadvertently learned a truth, most of the three thousand priests of the Fengshen clan were killed by Nameless, and now there are three stupid ones left, and they can live because they are stupid and easy to control.

It's no wonder that Nameless is accustomed to a cynical appearance of bitterness and hatred, and complaining about the world, but it turns out that he is a person who is tired of supporting a family.

But it's also nameless.

Luo Jiuqiu couldn't understand it, but he admired Nameless very much, loved curiosity, liked to do things by himself, and worked hard to outweigh the losses.

Retracting his divergent thinking, Luo Jiuqiu insisted on the imposter who knelt straight on his side, and said to the three priestesses: "This person crawled out of the coffin and claimed to be the god of the white tiger. ”

Then, Luo Jiuqiu pointed to Bai Hedao who was lying on the side: "This is the shell of my apprentice." ”

Hearing this, the impostor glanced at the unconscious Bai He, the corners of his mouth turned down, and his eyes showed disgust.

Luo Jiuqiu didn't deviate his head, raised his hand and waved the scabbard, and instantly knocked a bag on the impostor's head.

The imposter was expressionless, as if he was unconscious.

Three Priestesses: "......"

Luo Jiuqiu continued: "You say, which one is really Baihe? ”

The three priestesses looked at the lying and kneeling, one was bigger than the other, but Luo Jiuqiu had to tell them why.

Luo Jiuqiu said: "Find out what this imposter is, and then wake up Bai He." After three days, I want an answer, otherwise, I will serve the gods and the three priests will not have it. ”

The three priestesses shook in unison, wanting to refute very much, but as soon as they spoke, they were flapped to the ground by Yunfu's sleeve.

Luo Jiuqiu asked, "What, do you have any questions?" ”

The three priestesses vomited blood and replied, "No problem......"

Luo Jiuqiu smiled slightly, very satisfied, and then turned to look at Luo Yao.

There is a specialization in the art industry, and it is naturally better to distinguish the things of the four gods, which is naturally better reserved for the priests of the god-worshipping family.

Luo Jiuqiu felt that there was no problem with his orders at all.

As soon as Luo Jiuqiu left, the three priestesses immediately cried and rushed to contact Nameless with a secret method, crying about what happened.

When Nameless heard the appearance of two white tigers, he immediately frowned and hurried back.

Three days later, Luo Jiuqiu appeared at the altar on time.

On the altar, the one that Luo Jiuqiu thought was an imposter had been untied, and he was sitting with his legs crossed and majestic and cold, with an expressionless face.

And Bai He still lay with his eyes closed and did not move.

Nameless and the three priestesses under her frowned, one frowning tighter than the other.

As soon as Luo Jiuqiu appeared, everyone looked up in unison.

Luo Jiuqiu's eyes stared at Nameless, and he asked hopelessly, "What has the High Priest gained?" ”

I never thought that Nameless would really have a harvest.

Nameless said: "The soul of the god of the white tiger has left the body, so he can't wake up, and the god who woke up has no human soul or soul, as if it is a projection." ”

Luo Jiuqiu frowned and said, "Talking about people." ”

The corners of Nameless's mouth twitched, and he resisted the urge to do it.

Nameless took a deep breath and reexplained, "In short, your apprentice's soul is separated from his body, leaving only an empty shell. And the person who woke up in the coffin was not a living person or a living god, it was a projection of the soul locked in the body, only a vague memory of his life. ”

Luo Jiuqiu still frowned, too lazy to understand, and said, "So what? ”

Nameless almost couldn't get up in one breath, if someone else was so annoying, she would definitely kill her immediately.

Nameless said patiently: "So, both of them are the White Tiger God, one is the reincarnation of the God, and the other is the memory carrier of the God's previous life. ”

Luo Jiuqiu frowned and said, "It's worthy of being a high priest, wonderful, amazing." ”

Nameless: "......"

Nameless endured and endured, still wanting to kill Luo Jiuqiu.

Luo Jiuqiu finally glanced at the so-called memory carrier where the big horse golden knife was sitting.

Let's call him Shirakawa Er.

Bai He'er subconsciously tensed his whole body since Luo Jiuqiu appeared, and at this moment, Luo Jiuqiu glanced at him, and he actually stood up reflexively.

Bai Heer was still very hard-mouthed, his face was stiff, and he said, "Human, you ......"

Before he finished speaking, Bai Heer was slapped by Luo Jiuqiu.

Nameless was shocked and yelled: "Luo Jiuqiu! ”

The three priestesses trembled.

Bai Heer got up silently from the ground, his face expressionless.

It's just a memory carrier, except for anti-beating, it doesn't seem to have any force at all.

Luo Jiuqiu said lightly: "What did you just call me?" ”

Bai He's second Adam's apple slid a little, his expression was cold, and he couldn't bend it.

Luo Jiuqiu raised his hand slightly.

Bai Heer immediately said: "Master! ”

Luo Jiuqiu was stunned, and did not make another move.