The High Priest finished chanting the incantation, opened his eyes, and turned to look at the crowd around the altar.

All of this did not change in Zhi Yao's eyes, but in the eyes of the high priest, the scene at this time was different.

There is a luck ring on the top of everyone's head, which is of different colors, and Zhiyao without a ring is particularly dazzling.

He glanced at Zhi Yao meaningfully, he had already noticed her abnormality in the Streamer Garden Square before.

This was the only person he had seen in hundreds of years who had not seen the Circle of Luck, which made him very curious.

I don't know what will happen if I rob this woman's luck?

He looked at the pious people of Streamer City in the audience, and secretly mocked their stupidity in his heart.

What kind of sacrificial activities are just his tricks.

He's not praying for luck. It's about plundering the luck, plundering the luck of the people present.

After plundering the luck, some of this luck was given to Streamer City, and part of it was used on himself.

As long as these people don't leave Streamer City, they won't feel unlucky.

On the contrary, over the years, because of the legend of the luck of the Streamer City, more and more monks have come here.

This gave him more opportunities to plunder his luck.

Zhi Yao looked at the high priest with a powerful aura on the stage, and had to sigh that his pretending kung fu was first-class, especially like the male protagonist he had seen before.

But this person gives her the feeling that she is a little evil, and I am afraid that there is no life for the hero.

The high priest looked at the crowd for a while, and suddenly stretched out his hand to swipe down from above, and the talisman that had just risen in the air suddenly descended, turning into countless points of light and falling into the crowd.

Several of them fell on Zhi Yao, and suddenly Zhi Yao felt a little uncomfortable.

But what was wrong, she couldn't say.

At this moment, the Jingyuan Bead in her mind suddenly spun wildly, startling Zhi Yao.

It emitted light, and the speed of rotation became faster and faster, making Zhi Yao's heart flutter a little.

She clutched the hem of her skirt and nervously looked at the spinning Jingyuan beads.

Where she couldn't see, the point of light was robbing Zhi Yao's luck, and the Jingyuan Zhu was desperately resisting, and the speed of rotation increased again.

And the flower of the soul in the sea of knowledge, Xiaolian, all felt uneasy, and also spun wildly.

The high priest looked at everyone's expressions of tranquility and enjoyment, but Zhi Yao was the only one who frowned tightly, and the green tendons on the back of her hand suddenly appeared.

He snorted coldly and slashed down again at Zhi Yao.

Suddenly, a few points of light sank into Zhi Yao's sea of knowledge.

Zhi Yao's heart jumped, and sure enough, she found that the rotation speed of the Jingyuan Beads had increased again, and she couldn't see the entity at all.

One of her hearts was beating fast, and there was a silent battle going on in the sea of knowledge.

Gradually, the books joined the battlefield, opening the title page, trying to absorb the light.

The flint stone floated leisurely, striking towards those points of light that were long invisible to the naked eye.

Under several layers of protection, the point of light has not been able to reach the depths of Zhi Yao's divine soul.

There was not much time left for the sacrifice, and the high priest once again intensified his attack and got on the bar with Zhi Yao.

It's just that no matter how hard he tries, the point of light can't go deep.

But the time had come, and the point of light spontaneously floated out of the sea of consciousness.

The high priest watched as the other points of light floating out of the sea of consciousness all changed color accordingly, but Zhi Yao's was still as white as ever.

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