Xuanyuan Yu's eyes darkened and he said: "At this moment, Luo Ge is far away in Xijiu and was injured by Ji Liuli in the competition at Jiulan Academy. This must be a great opportunity for Luo Xien to take action."
Ling Luo raised his head and his eyes drifted towards the prince of Dongchen Kingdom. In an instant, he caught the cold and unruly looks of several people in his eyes.
The soul-calling ceremony began.
In the center of the hall, surrounding the ice sculpture of the first high priest, thirteen clergymen murmured words, made seals with their hands on their chests, and ice-blue light burst out from their palms, forming a magnificent scene.
After a while, ice-blue light condensed into an ancient formation in mid-air of the temple, and it continued to rotate.
Ling Luo was slightly shocked and said: "Isn't this the ancient space teleportation array we saw in the cave in the center of the earth?"
What the hell is going on in this soul-calling ritual?
Xuanyuan Yu also frowned deeply and said in a deep voice: "That's right, it's the teleportation formation pattern."
"What do they want to do? How can it be possible to recall the soul of the high priest through this thing?" Ling Luo had a bad premonition in his heart.
At this moment, when thousands of subjects in the entire hall saw the huge ice-blue ancient teleportation formation, they all showed a sense of ignorant worship and shouted "The supreme glory of the high priest."
At this moment, a beautiful woman wearing a red gauze dress slowly emerged from the blue ancient teleportation array. She had a slight smile on her face, and her appearance was exactly the same as Ling Luo's.
"Success!"
"The seventh soul summoning ceremony was successful!"
"The new high priest has appeared!"
"The great glory of the high priest!"
"The high priest bless me, Dongchen, for eternity!"
Sounds like roaring mountains and tsunami came from the mouths of thousands of subjects, and their faces were all filled with joyful smiles.
The Bingyao Temple is boiling.
Xuanyuan Yu's eyes were fixed on the woman who looked exactly like Ling Luo, and he said coldly: "What the hell is this?"
He didn't believe that there were so many coincidences in this world.
Ling Luo's face was not looking good either. Forget it being A Li, who was this woman who suddenly appeared from the ancient teleportation formation?
"This is a conspiracy." She made a judgment.
The corners of Xuanyuan Yu's lips curved in an evil way, and he said, "Whether it's a conspiracy or not, you'll know after you give it a try."
The woman's figure had only appeared halfway, and she had not yet come out of the ancient teleportation array.
In other words, the transmission is only halfway through.
Xuanyuan Yu stretched out a finger from under his long sleeve, and the golden light flashed away, striking towards the central eye of the ancient teleportation array.
He is already a third-level martial spirit, and his shots are like lightning.
In the entire Bingyao Temple, there is no one with a higher level of cultivation than him. Therefore, no one can tell who emits this golden light.
"Ahh——"
A delicate scream came from the ancient teleportation array.
The expressions of reverence on the faces of all the subjects were completely frozen. They saw the "high priest" appearing in the dazzling sky-blue formations. He was severely injured, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he struck hard from mid-air in a very inelegant posture.
He fell hard to the ground.
Surprised! Shocked! Unbelievable!
The woman who fell to the ground fell face first. When she raised her head again, there were two blood marks on her nose and her face was covered in black and blue, which was simply unbearable to look at.