Chapter 230 High Priest, Send
The expected scene of Wen Ling and the others immediately falling to the ground and twitching in pain did not appear.
Instead, there was an invisible light shield that blocked all the light emitted from the scepter.
The light from the scepter slowly gathered in front of Wen Ling, and finally condensed into a fist-sized ball of light.
The youngest and strongest high priest showed a look of horror on his face. He felt that the spiritual power in his body was constantly being sucked away by the staff, and he couldn't stop at all.
However, the attack from the staff did not cause any harm to Wen Ling and the others.
The youngest and strongest high priest gritted his teeth and asked: "Who... are you?!"
Gu Chenran immediately interpreted: "He asked us who we are."
“Tsk,” Wen Ling showed an impatient look on his face, “Does he have a bad memory? Didn’t I just introduce myself? I’m the one that their World-ruling Evil God kneels down to call his father.”
Gu Chenran interpreted again: "We have already said it, he is the father of your Lord of the World."
At the same time, Wen Ling retracted the protective shield in front of her, and with a flick of her slender hand, she bounced the ball of light that had condensed in the air back.
"puff--"
When the ball of light hit the youngest high priest, he spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, convulsed all over, and began to bleed from all his orifices.
Wen Ling patted the non-existent dust on his hands and said, "Oh, it turns out he wasn't lying. If you get hit by this magic weapon in his hand, you will really bleed from all seven orifices."
The remaining nine high priests: "..."
Who would lie to you at this time?
The oldest high priest could see that Wen Ling was not simple when he just started to take action.
He said in a deep voice: "Don't just stand there, this girl is missing, come together and deal with her as soon as possible."
Sure enough, the remaining nine high priests were not as stupid as the youngest high priest before.
They all took out their own magical weapons, without any nonsense or any extra fancy starting moves.
In the blink of an eye, they used the tip of their respective magical weapons to form a formation, trapping Wen Ling and the others in the middle, attempting to strangle them.
The most powerful one is the rusty sword in the hand of the oldest priest. A strong black beam of light shoots out from the sword, becoming the main force of the magic circle.
Facing this fierce attack, Wen Ling simply expanded the formation in his hand, turning it into an eggshell-shaped protective shield, covering himself and Gu Chen's green sword.
The attacks from those magical weapons, just like the magic wand just now, became ineffective again.
If it was the previous Wen Ling, he would still find it a bit difficult to face such a concentrated attack from magical weapons, but now Wen Ling's cultivation has recovered to about 60% to 70%.
This kind of attack, which can only be launched with the help of ancient magical instruments, can't even unleash one tenth of the power of these ancient magical instruments. Wen Ling doesn't take it seriously at all.
When the old men were exhausted, Wen Ling blew a playful whistle: "Psyduck, bounce back!"
Then, these magical weapons were thrown back to the nine high priests in the same way they had been thrown.
With a loud bang, they were all flung away from the spot, falling to the ground and vomiting blood.
Among them, there were a few fragile old guys who fell to the ground and died in a short while.
On the contrary, it was the oldest high priest, who looked old, but was indeed the most resilient one.
After he was knocked flying, he was even able to take a few steps back to steady himself. He just covered his chest and did not vomit blood.
Wen Ling raised an eyebrow: "Oh? It looks like you have some kind of protective magic weapon hidden on your body? You seem to be afraid of death?"
The oldest high priest is the head of the ten, that is, the chief priest.
The chief priest no longer underestimated the enemy as before. He stared at Wen Ling and slowly retreated.
When he opened his mouth, he could actually speak the official language of Dayong. Although he had an accent, he could still understand it: "Are you the King of Chen and the Spiritual Master of Dayong?"
Wen Ling replied: "Oh? It seems like you know us?"
The chief priest stared at Wen Ling and Gu Chenran, and suddenly he smiled maliciously: "Did the goddess tell you that if you want to remove the heart of the God, you must do it in front of the God's real body in the underground palace, otherwise you will be killed by the God's heart self-destructing?"
This time Wen Ling and Gu Chenran remained silent.
The chief priest raised his head and laughed: "You have all been deceived. Bai Huiyue is a goddess, but she is just a puppet that can be replaced at any time. I told her all the news she knew. I had seen that she was not honest, so I told her the truth.
With your ability as Ling Tianshi, you could have stayed with Prince Chen in Dayong and sealed his heart, and you could have lived a few more years. But you brought him to the underground palace, which is simply courting death.
Originally, you were thousands of miles away, and the God needed a heart to resurrect through a substitute. Now that you are in the underground palace, he can directly resurrect with your body by simply controlling your mind. ”
The chief priest said this to attract Gu Chenran's attention, and squeezed hard with his other hand behind his back.
He just wanted to crush a disposable teleportation device and escape.
But Wen Ling was quick-witted and quick-handed, and he used his magic power to shoot directly. The light was like a sharp blade, which cut off the chief priest's right hand that was placed behind his back. For a moment, blood gushed out and the chief priest screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
Gu Chenran walked up to the chief priest step by step and stepped on his chest with his foot: "If he wants to take my mind, then we have to see if he has the ability to do so."
Wen Ling also walked over and put her foot on his other chest: "Since you can understand our Dayong language, then I will speak directly. In fact, I am not here to ask your God to call me daddy. I am here to completely destroy him so that he can no longer call me daddy."
The chief priest who was in so much pain that he couldn't speak: "..."
Wen Ling added: "It's not that I'm keeping you alive, but you have to remove the curses on these girls now, or I'll kill you right now."
The chief priest's psychological defenses had long collapsed due to the severe pain of losing his arm, and now he couldn't escape. In order to survive, he naturally did whatever Wen Ling and the others said.
He took out a bottle of pills from his belt and said in a trembling voice, "Take...take this and you'll be fine."
Wen Ling stopped talking nonsense and said gently to the girls who had been huddled together in fear, "Come on, take one each and eat it first."
The girls were all terrified, but they were forced in the first place and had no sense of belonging to these high priests. Now that they saw Wen Ling was going to remove the curse that would cause them excruciating pain if they didn't obey, they immediately changed their opinion of Wen Ling and didn't seem to think he was that scary anymore.
No matter how scary they are, they are not as disgusting and scary as those high priests!
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