Scene of the sacrificial ceremony.
On the high platform ahead, ten red-robed high priests also knelt around the altar, pouring their pure faith power into it.
On the surface of the altar, ancient and profound runes were illuminated.
These runes resemble tadpoles and are somewhere between ancient Latin and Babylonian script.
These are inscriptions on the statues of past Vatican leaders, representing the collective faith of all people.
This altar will summon the mysterious priest.
More than a decade ago, the current priest went out to hunt demons and never returned, mysteriously disappearing to this day.
The altar shone brightly, shooting out a beam of light that pierced through the folded space and reached into the void.
later.
Dongfang Sheng was a little worried, so he closed the folding fan in his hand and whispered to Ye Feng.
"Sect Master, should we intervene to stop their summons?"
"If the priest comes, we won't be able to kill that scoundrel Yan Song."
Xiahou Ba was surrounded by black, malevolent flames, his hair was wildly flying, and his scarlet eyes were filled with bloodlust, making him extremely wild.
"Damn it, stop rambling on and let's just go up and beat them up."
The old weasel stroked its white beard.
"Let me go up there and fart them to death."
"That's what Fatty Situ said."
"You damn weasel, if you dare to fart again, I'll sit on you and kill you."
The old weasel's narrow eyes squinted, and it stuck out its big rear end, ready to unleash another powerful attack.
"How dare you blaspheme this immortal!"
I'll fart you to death!
Ye Feng stared at the altar, then kicked the old weasel away to stop it from farting indiscriminately.
"Don't rush to make a move. Yan Song is going to die today anyway."
Just now, that familiar aura actually came from the altar again.
Moreover, it's becoming increasingly obvious.
The altar remained quiet.
Time passed second by second.
Yan Song, the old scoundrel, knelt respectfully below the altar, not daring to raise his head.
After kneeling for so long, the priest still hasn't come down.
Could it be that the priest is unhappy with me and doesn't want me to become a priest?
Yan Song, the old scoundrel, began to feel uneasy and apprehensive.
Sovari found it strange and quietly spoke to a cardinal beside him.
"Strange, why hasn't the priest arrived yet?"
"Based on the experience of summoning in the past, the priest will descend in less than three minutes after the altar is opened."
But now half an hour has passed and there's still no movement.
"Perhaps the priest had something come up, let's try again."
The ten cardinals continued to pour their powerful cultivation and pure faith into the altar.
Finally, the altar began to tremble and buzz.
A blurry figure seemed to walk step by step from the end of time and space, with a halo blooming behind it.
It was as if a god or Buddha had descended, shining with dazzling brilliance that made it impossible to see its true form.
The ten cardinals were overjoyed and prostrated themselves in worship, their heads touching the hard floor tiles, shouting fervently.
"Welcome, Father!"
The audience.
Many believers followed suit with utmost devotion, chanting the same words.
"Welcome, Father!"
The sound was like thunder, shaking the entire space.
The old Grand Tutor knelt before the altar like a dog, shouting loudly along with it.
The priest finally descended and blessed him.
The excitement I felt was indescribable.
The clan artifacts and elixirs they contributed have finally come in handy.
Behind him, Yan Song's group of henchmen were overjoyed.
When one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.
After the Grand Tutor became a priest, they would also benefit from it.
Finally, the blurry figure slowly descended onto the altar.
Two beams of purple-gold divine light shot out from Ye Feng's eyes, and he finally saw the figure clearly.
Although I had a vague idea, I was still taken aback when I actually saw the other person.
It was actually Fifth Master!
That's right, the legendary priest is none other than Master Wu.
She was still wearing that exotic-style robe, which was torn in many places.
With handsome features, deep eyes, and two sword-like eyebrows furrowed together, forming a "川" (river) shape between his brows, he seemed to have many unresolved worries.
The only thing missing is that the word "melancholy" is written all over his face.
Among Ye Feng's masters, the fifth master was the most sullen. He often sat alone on the edge of a cliff, drinking alone and staring blankly at the brilliant night sky for days without saying a word.
"Fifth Master, how did you suddenly appear here?"
Ye Feng transmitted his thoughts.
He did not know the specific identity of his fifth master; he only knew that the master had great influence in the Vatican.
I never expected it to be so high-class.
The fifth master's brow furrowed even deeper, and he sighed before sending a divine thought to Ye Feng.
"It's all thanks to your second master."
"They promised to take us back to Kunlun Mountain in three minutes, but instead they teleported me to a terrifying secret realm deep in the Sahara Desert. I fought my way out and almost got trapped inside."
No wonder he looked haggard and had many injuries on his body.
"Damn it, second brother, I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations."
The Fifth Master cursed angrily.
In just a short while, he said more than he had in the previous decades on Kunlun Mountain.
Of course, this was transmitted through his divine sense.
Ye Feng was speechless, having once again witnessed his second master's invincible array technique.
Deep in the Kunlun Mountains.
At the summit of a certain towering peak, Ye Feng's second master sat cross-legged and suddenly sneezed.
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