"For the sake of that rare treasure, all the temples have gone all out this time. After all, they are all tenth-rank divine priests. Even the chief priests of each temple do not have an absolute advantage. One more person participating means one more chance. Even if they cannot beat the chief priests of each temple, it is good to be able to enter the next round and consume the energy of the chief priests of other temples." Wen Gaoren explained.
"That's true. Then you guys don't have to participate. I can go alone." Mu Hanyan said.
This is not the time to act on impulse, and it has nothing to do with dignity. With the strength of Chen Yuhe and others, they have no chance of winning against the masters of other temples, and it would even be a pointless act of suicide.
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At the same time, Long Aoli and the other twelve main priests did not go back to rest, but gathered together.
"This Mu Hanyan is really ignorant of her own limitations. Performing the divine prayer in such an occasion is simply embarrassing us. Are we, a group of old men who have lived to such an old age, still not as good as a little girl like her?" An old man, still furious, said with gritted teeth. His name is Fan Chengli, and he is the chief priest of the Qingning Temple.
"Others may not know the secret of God's prayer, but don't we know it? This is clearly a publicity stunt." Another old man also said angrily. He was Ma Jingtian, the chief priest of Xiafeng Temple.
"We worked together to preside over the ceremony, purifying our minds and concentrating our thoughts, but in the end she took advantage. If we had known this would happen, we should have chosen one of us to perform the divine prayer." Ou Dechuan, the chief priest of the Lingyu Temple, said indignantly.
This statement was a bit like saying "I can't eat grapes, I can't say I can't eat grapes." If any of them were truly so sure, how could it be Mu Hanyan's turn? In fact, many powerful divine arts were risky. If they failed, they would suffer a powerful backlash, which could result in a significant loss of strength at best, or even death at worst.
Therefore, although they all knew the secret of the Divine Prayer, no one dared to try it rashly. Mu Hanyan was completely unaware of the details, and without giving it much thought, she simply performed the hand seal naturally, which gave her the advantage. If she had known, she might have carefully considered whether to take such a risk.
"Forget it, there's no point in talking about this now. Don't you find it strange? With Mu Hanyan's cultivation as an eighth-rank divine priest, how could she possibly perform the divine prayer and yet appear to have suffered no backlash?" Long Aoli interrupted them and said solemnly.
"It must be luck, right?" Ma Jingtian guessed.
"Even if it's luck, with the cultivation level of an eighth-level divine priest, it's impossible for him to perform God's Prayer, right?" Long Aoli shook his head and said.
"What Chief Priest Long means is that she concealed her strength." Ma Jingtian said with a frown.
As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy ensures victory in a hundred battles. Although they are now sitting together peacefully, and even seem to be in cahoots with each other, they are secretly trying every means to find out each other's strength. They have not relaxed their vigilance against Mu Hanyan, the chief priest of Huayu Temple. However, according to the information they have learned, Mu Hanyan is only an eighth-level divine priest, and may have learned some secret divine arts of the Huayu Temple, so his actual combat power is somewhat astonishing.
But now it seems that her strength is not as low as they know.
"It may not be a concealment. You all know the situation of the Huayu Temple. I guess the Huayu Temple may not be able to test her strength. Her strength should be much stronger than we know." Long Aoli said.
After hearing his words, the expressions of the other chief priests became solemn.
"Master Long, why did you suddenly think of this?" asked Ou Dechuan.
"The Flower Rain Temple is gradually declining. I believe everyone has been plotting against them over the years. Even if we can't say there's a deep hatred, the people of the Flower Rain Temple probably don't have a good impression of you.
"According to our previous agreement, no matter who obtains the rare treasure, the other temples will share in the benefits. But if the rare treasure ends up in the hands of the Flower Rain Temple, will we still get any benefit?" Long Aoli said.
These words made everyone feel uneasy. Indeed, they had been plotting against the Flower Rain Temple for years, even going so far as to humiliate it in every possible way. If Mu Hanyan got her hands on that rare treasure, they would definitely be doomed.
"She shouldn't be that strong. We have been practicing for so many years, and she has only been practicing for so many years. It's impossible for her to be stronger than us." Ou Dechuan said doubtfully.
"It's better to be safe than sorry. This matter is of great importance and we cannot afford to make any mistakes." Long Aoli said cautiously.
"Chief Priest Long, from what you said, you should have a solution." Another chief priest asked thoughtfully. He was Chu Yanghe, the chief priest of Tianfeng City.
To be honest, he was actually the first one among everyone to know Mu Hanyan. If Kang Qingyuan had not concealed the truth and instigated the priests of Tianfeng Temple to make things difficult for Mu Hanyan, she should have become a member of Tianfeng Temple.
Seeing Mu Hanyan become the head priestess of the Flower Rain Temple, and even the other major temples were so wary of her, Chu Yanghe felt extremely complicated and annoyed. Unfortunately, Kang Qinghe, the original scapegoat, had long since disappeared, and now he couldn't even find anyone to vent his anger on.
"I do have a solution. Please come over, and let's discuss it again." Long Aoli lowered his voice.
"Master Long, please speak." The other masters subconsciously moved closer.
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The melodious bells rang again, heralding the beginning of the real highlight of this sacrificial ceremony.
The chief priests returned to the platform again. Most of the crowd in the square was dispersed, leaving only more than ten thousand people. The place was less noisy and more solemn.
The old priest came on stage again and announced the rules of the competition.
Compared to previous sacrificial ceremonies, this competition was vastly larger. Previously, each temple had only sent one young priest, and as long as the intention was present, it didn't matter who was left standing or who was defeated, and there was no conflict. The rules were relatively simple, with rounds of eliminations, and the winner would be determined and rewarded.
But this time, in addition to sending four powerful priests from each temple, the chief priest will also participate in person, so the rules are more complicated.
It is naturally impossible for the chief priest to fight with the priests below. Firstly, it would be a loss of status, and secondly, it would be unfair to other priests. Therefore, the chief priests of each hall will not participate in this competition. Other priests will compete one by one to decide the twelve winners, and then they will compete with the chief priests.
After the rules were announced, the priests from each temple came on stage to draw lots.
Sikong Qinglan and others from the Huayu Temple had already given up. As the chief priest, Mu Hanyan didn't need to participate in the previous competitions, so there was no need to draw lots.
Oh, so what we did before was eating melon seeds and watching the competition?
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