"Lord Kong, I haven't violated any laws of the temple. Why are you killing me? You're not going to accuse me of harming you again, are you? Everyone heard it. I just reminded you that this Blood Shield of the God of the Underworld is more powerful than the Cang Xuan Yunsha. It's you who didn't believe it. Can you blame me?" Mu Hanyan looked at Kong Renhe in surprise.
Kong Renhe was so furious he was about to attack directly, but when he heard Mu Hanyan's words, his heart trembled. The laws of the temple could not be violated, and as a prayer priest, he could not knowingly break the law. At least, he could not do so in front of so many people. Otherwise, his career as a prayer priest would be over. Kong Renhe could only suppress his anger, his face almost deformed with frustration.
Seeing Kong Renhe's constipated expression, everyone around him couldn't help but want to laugh. Clearly, Kong Renhe had been tricked by Mu Hanyan again. A dignified Prayer Priest of the Temple of Life, a master at the level of a tenth-order Divine Heart Priest, had been tricked twice by a little girl, and yet he had no way to vent his anger. This kind of thing had never been seen or even heard of. However, feeling Kong Renhe's murderous gaze, no one dared to laugh out loud.
There was silence all around, and everyone's expressions were extremely wonderful.
"Puff puff!" Two discordant sounds suddenly rang out, breaking the silence.
"Who, who the hell farted?" Kong Renhe was furious. Did someone fart at this time to slap him in the face?
"Sir." A trusted priest pointed to his nose.
"What's wrong with your nose?" Kong Renhe glared at him.
After staring, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. It seemed that the two fart-like sounds just now came from his face. He reached out to touch it and found that the cloth stuffed in his nostrils was blown away, and two streams of blood spurted out like fountains, which could not be stopped.
The people around couldn't hold back any longer and laughed out loud one after another.
Kong Renhe was so ashamed and angry that he could only dig a hole and crawl into it on the spot.
"Stop it, or he might die if it keeps flowing like this." Mu Shouyan looked at Kong Renhe sympathetically, took a handkerchief, tore it in two and handed it to him.
"Take it away!" Kong Renhe pushed him away and tore his clothes to block his nostrils.
"Master Kong, can I leave now?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"Hand it over. You still have a storage magic weapon on you. Hand it over." Kong Renhe said.
He is now in a completely difficult situation. Even if it costs his life, he must find those five-colored soul beads, otherwise his lifetime of wisdom will be ruined.
"Really, there's nothing left." Mu Hanyan spread her hands.
"You still want to force me to do it myself, right?" Kong Renhe said as he made another hand gesture and chanted softly.
This divine art used to detect magical weapons was already extremely detrimental to his vitality, and he was injured one after another, and he was almost unable to hold on. However, things had come to this point, and he had no way out at all. He could only grit his teeth and hold on.
"Forget it, forget it. I do have another magic weapon, but it's not a storage magic weapon. If you really want to see it, I'll just take it out for you." Mu Hanyan said.
Kong Renhe finally breathed a sigh of relief. After this magical spell was cast, he didn't know if he could still hold on. It would of course be best if Mu Hanyan was willing to take it out herself.
Kong Renhe was about to stop when he heard Mu Hanyan mutter, "You look quite pitiful. I'll hand over the magic weapon right away. You'd better stop now. If anything happens, I won't be able to explain to your family."
Her voice was not loud, but everyone was watching the fun intently, so they naturally heard every word. Their eyes were full of sympathy when they looked at Kong Renhe: He was one of the three strongest masters in the Temple of Life, and it was quite pitiful that he had ended up in this situation.
Kong Renhe's face suddenly turned dark: I want you to have pity on me. I am a dignified prayer priest, how can I need a little girl like you to have pity on me?
A tree lives by its bark and a man lives by his face. He doesn't want to lose even the last bit of his face.
Since Mu Hanyan had already said she would hand it over, Kong Renhe wasn't in a hurry to stop. Otherwise, it would seem like he couldn't hold on any longer and was stopping out of pity for her. With a humming sound, Kong Renhe continued to chant in a low voice while performing hand gestures.
While chanting, Kong Renhe waited for Mu Hanyan to hand over the magic weapon. As long as she handed over the magic weapon, he would stop and it would not be so embarrassing.
But no matter how long he waited, Mu Hanyan still didn't hand over the magic weapon.
"Hey, where did I put it? I remember I was carrying it with me. Where did I put it?" Mu Hanyan searched everywhere, sweating profusely in anxiety.
Kong Renhe, on the other hand, was sweating profusely: "Can you be faster? Do you know that I can't hold on any longer?"
Kong Renhe only felt stars in front of his eyes, dizziness in his head, and even a stabbing pain deep in his brain.
"Hold on, you must hold on, you must not let anyone laugh at you." Kong Renhe kept reminding himself, desperately circulating his spiritual power. But even so, his consciousness became increasingly blurred.
"Hurry up and take it out. Why can't you take it out yet?" Kong Renhe looked at Mu Hanyan, almost crying in anxiety.
"Where are you going? Where are you going?" Mu Hanyan was still searching everywhere with a confused look on her face.
Knowing that he would not be able to hold on any longer, Kong Renhe bit his tongue hard, and a blood-red flame suddenly burned in his mind.
The art of soul sacrifice!
This is a divine art that has the same goal as the Holy Court's blood sacrifice art. It temporarily improves cultivation by burning the mind and soul. It will not only shorten one's lifespan, but will also have a significant impact on one's strength.
Originally, his strength had reached the late stage of the tenth-order Divine Heart Priest. If nothing unexpected happened, he would soon reach the peak. The next step would be to break through the bottleneck of the Divine Soul Priest. Once he performed the Soul Sacrifice technique, the best result would be a decline to the middle stage of the tenth-order Divine Heart Priest, or even lower.
Kong Renhe knew the consequences, but in order to save face, he didn't care about anything else.
Relying on this soul sacrifice technique, his mind became clear again, and he finally found where Mu Hanyan's magic weapon was hidden.
"Oh, I remember now. It's right there. I've been looking for it for a long time and now it's right in front of me." Just when Kong Renhe was about to find the magic weapon, Mu Hanyan pulled off the necklace on her chest and placed it in front of Kong Renhe.
Kong Renhe was stunned. I have even used the soul sacrifice technique and will be able to find it soon. What do you mean by taking it out now? Does it mean that you handed it over voluntarily and it has nothing to do with me. Does that mean I have to owe you a favor?
"Sir Kong, please stop. Look, I have already handed it over voluntarily. Why do you have to make things difficult for yourself? You make it seem like I, Mu Hanyan, am not trustworthy. After all, I am also a member of the Temple of Life. How can I bear to see you making things difficult for me like this?" Mu Hanyan said sincerely, as if she had heard Kong Renhe's inner voice.
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