But I didn't hear how the high priest dealt with it, and I couldn't help but be curious. People who came to the pagoda by accident in the past usually died on the outermost floor and would not come in at all. Even if they did, the high priest would not do anything.
A word of hesitation.
kill.
But this time, why didn't you give the order for so long?
Thinking this, Meng Shuo's resolute and solemn face showed some doubts,
"Let's see how many floors they can pass. This pagoda gate has been deserted for too long."
Just when Meng Shuo was about to speak again, the woman known as the high priest lifted a few strands of white hair with her fingers, let out a long sigh, and a quiet voice slowly sounded, as if she had been silent and waiting for a thousand years.
"Then, do you want Meng Shuo to release them from the prison?"
Meng Shuo speculated on the thoughts of the high priest, but couldn't figure it out, so he spoke with some doubts.
"No need." The woman's voice was very decisive, leaving no room for doubt.
The general in silver armor nodded, respectfully left, and left with his two followers without saying a word.
After he left, the woman who was lying on her back slowly stood up. Her movements were extremely lazy, as if she were playing back in slow motion, weak and soft as if she were boneless.
After getting up, the white hair that reached the floor gave off a sense of vicissitudes of beauty.
The woman's feet were bare, and there were beautiful ruby anklets on her ankles, which glowed softly as she walked.
Walking to the window of the main hall, the woman thought for a moment, then slowly opened the window. There seemed to be a ray of light coming in from the window, but there was no light. She stretched out her hand, stretched her body, squinted, and looked at the sky.
Like the sun hanging high in the sky, stretching out his hand, his almost transparent skin seemed to be about to dissipate under the light.
"Can we get to the ninth floor?"
She sighed, and then the voice disappeared in the wind, and the woman's extremely beautiful face seemed to be gone with the wind.
…
Rong Xiyue and others were gathered into the silver wire network and marched all the way through the street, crossing the street and heading north. The pedestrians on the road, men, women and children, all pointed when they saw Rong Xiyue and the others.
She was in the net, stroking the eggs in her arms, looking more at ease than the others, and observing the surroundings leisurely.
Zong Qing had already clasped his hands in the net, and Amitabha had to mutter back and forth. The golden clothes and noble and elegant temperament made many girls steal curious and shy glances at him.
The general didn't know where he went. He rode his horse all the way north, turned a corner, and disappeared.
Rong Xiyue raised her head and looked at the sky. She always felt that there was something strange about the blazing sun high in the sky. The sunlight was so strong that nothing seemed to be able to block its light.
It remains the same for a long time.
She communicated with the Black Cloud Beast and the cabinet in her mind, but she learned that she was the only one who preserved the innate power, spiritual master, and martial magician abilities here. Although it was expected, she was still a little surprised.
She touched the golden egg in her arms, it must be a golden egg, and helped her again.
Rong Xiyue quietly used her magic power to send it out and spread it all the way. She wanted to feel the street. How long should she hesitate? How big is this pagoda gate?
But as soon as the magic power touched the silver mesh, it was like being electrocuted.
The soldiers holding the silver net seemed to have noticed something, and they suddenly looked towards them in the silver net.