He had already made preparations, but because Mu Hanyan had not learned the priest's magic before, and was later interrupted by Long Wudang, it was delayed until now.
"Wait." An Xiaxin suddenly interrupted Sikong Qinglan.
"What's wrong?" Sikong Qinglan looked at her puzzledly.
"Change the formation." An Xiaxin said as she came to one side of the hall. Chen Yuhe thought about it and stood on the other side. The three of them stood in the shape of a "品" (a character).
Sikong Qinglan patted his forehead. Judging from the power of Mu Hanyan's previous fireball spell, it was probably not much worse than theirs. The formation he had prepared before was for the assessment of third-level divine priests, which was obviously not enough.
As the three people made hand gestures and chanted softly, a halo lit up, then another, and another. Soon, six haloes lit up one after another, and a light pattern unique to the formation also enveloped Mu Hanyan.
"Sixth-level formation!" The priests and people watching around were all surprised.
As the Flower Rain Temple declined, its priests dwindled. Currently, there were only eighteen priests left. Due to a lack of training resources, their strength was increasing very slowly. Left Priest An Xiaxin and Right Priest Shen Yuhe were both eighth-rank divine priests, while Prayer Priest Sikong Qinglan was seventh-rank. The rest were mostly fourth- and fifth-rank, or even lower, with only one sixth-rank priest.
Mu Hanyan just passed the assessment yesterday and received the baptism of God today, but she immediately took the assessment for the sixth-level divine priest. How could this not be surprising?
Although Mu Hanyan had just defeated Long Wudang, many people thought that it was because she had used some tricks to catch Long Wudang off guard. Moreover, when she beat Long Wudang up later, it was obvious that what she used was not the priest's magic, but martial arts. Ordinary people and priests with slightly lower strength could not see her true strength from the big fireball.
If people hadn't seen An Xiaxin thanking Mu Hanyan before and hadn't known her a little, some people would probably have suspected that she was deliberately targeting Mu Hanyan.
Among all the people, apart from An Xiaxin, Chen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan, probably only the sixth-level divine priestess looked normal. With her strength, even if she used the lowest level of fire control technique, it would be difficult for her to have such power.
The light of the formation became more and more condensed, like a real cage, imprisoning Mu Hanyan inside.
"Let's start." An Xiaxin said.
Mu Hanyan slowly extended her hands, and a red light flashed before a fireball with a diameter of nearly ten feet appeared again.
"Boom", with a loud noise, the physical gathering formation suddenly broke open.
An Xiaxin, Shen Yuhe, and Sikong Qinglan all took a step back. The heat wave was so intense that even those standing at the entrance to the hall lost their balance and stumbled backwards.
The formation used to test sixth-level divine priests was broken so easily by Mu Hanyan.
"Come again!" An Xiaxin made hand gestures again, followed by Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan.
Soon, seven halos flashed by. There was no doubt that this was the gathering formation used to test the seventh-level divine priests, which once again enveloped Mu Hanyan's body.
"Start!" With An Xiaxin's light shout, Mu Hanyan pushed out with both palms again.
"Boom", just like before, the spirit-gathering formation used to test seventh-level spirit priests was shattered again.
An Xiaxin and the others couldn't help but take a few steps back, but their eyes were flashing with brilliance.
"Come again!" As An Xiaxin and others made hand gestures and chanted, eight halos flashed by.
This time, the power of the formation was obviously much stronger than before, and Mu Hanyan slowly drew out the Hanxiao Sword.
"Clang!" Along with the clear yet desolate sound of the sword, a dazzling red light erupted like a volcano.
The divine gathering formation used to assess eighth-level divine priests was completely vulnerable in front of this volcano and turned into nothingness in an instant.
The entire hall shook violently, scattering thousands of specks of dust.
An Xiaxin and the other two were shocked and lost their balance. They crashed into the wall with a bang and even spat out blood.
Everyone around was stunned.
This is a great gathering formation used to assess eighth-level divine priests, yet it was so vulnerable in front of Mu Hanyan that even the three priests who set up the formation were shocked to the point of spitting blood.
Just how powerful is she!
The most terrifying thing was that she had just received the baptism of God today, and she had only used the most basic priestly magic. If she had used high-level magic that matched her strength, how much more powerful would it have been? Seeing An Xiaxin, Chen Yuhe, and Sikong Qinglan's faces turn pale in an instant, they no longer dared to think about it.
"It's saved, the Huayu Temple is saved." An Xiaxin's eyes were full of excitement, even with a hint of tears, and she muttered to herself.
"My lords, I didn't stop myself just now. Please forgive me." Mu Hanyan felt a little embarrassed when she saw that she accidentally hurt An Xiaxin and others.
"It's okay, it's okay." An Xiaxin's face was filled with joy, without a trace of anger. She waved her hand and said.
"Do you want to continue?" Mu Hanyan asked with some anticipation.
With each use of the fire-controlling technique, she became more and more skilled, more and more adept, and the power became greater and greater. Her joyful mood was a bit like that of a child who had just discovered a fun game, and she became even more curious about her true strength.
"I would like to continue, but the strongest among the three of us is only an eighth-level divine priest. We cannot activate a stronger formation, so we can't continue." An Xiaxin said with a wry smile.
Hearing her words, Mu Hanyan was a little disappointed, and so were the people around her.
However, although it is not certain how strong Mu Hanyan is, everyone is certain of one thing: her strength is definitely not weaker than the three strongest high priests in the temple, and may even be stronger than them.
"Everyone else please go away, we have something to discuss." An Xiaxin said to everyone.
Although they felt a little regretful, everyone still left the temple.
"Let's go, I have something to tell you." An Xiaxin took Mu Hanyan and others towards the stairs on the side of the hall.
Like other temples, the Flower Rain Temple consisted of two floors. The lower floor was where the priests practiced and lived. Because the temple lacked the concept of a nation, all city affairs were controlled by the temple itself. The priests who served in the temple also handled government affairs on the first floor. Of course, with Flower Rain City in such dilapidated condition, there wasn't much government to attend to.
The second floor of the temple is where the high priest handles government affairs. The meeting hall is also here, but no one can come up without the high priest's summons.
In the middle of the second-floor hall is where the chief priest handles government affairs. The room is very large, about three meters long and wide, and there is a platform outside. Standing on the platform, you can overlook the entire Huayu City.
Although it is dilapidated, the view from here still gives people a sense of vastness. The wide streets and ancient buildings make it easy for people to imagine the former prosperity of Huayu City. The large tracts of abandoned farmland and pastures on both sides of the city also make people imagine its former prosperity.
Mu Hanyan was a little confused. Why did An Xiaxin bring her here?
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