Feng Yuanhu smiled.

Although there is a little puzzled about the appearance of a lotus bud, it is not important.

The truth is right now, do you need to tell it?

Even Turba and the Ancient King had the same idea.

After all, it is an indisputable fact that the head summoned by the priest just now wanted to swallow Mo Yu.

The former smiled grimly, "I said, you don't have much time, so die!" &nb Novels sp; The violent aura broke out from his body, and his big hand was as strong as an iron cast, and he pressed his head down.

Mo Yu's face was pale, his eyes were slightly lowered, covering his shrinking pupils, and the coldness and silence were inside.

Suddenly, the weak priest coughed, "Stop!"

The ancient king waved his sleeves, and two terrifying forces collided in the air.

Mo Yu groaned, blood was overflowing from his mouth and nose, and the aftermath of the war god level confrontation was not something he could bear.

Turba's eyes were gloomy, "Ancient King, what are you doing!"

The ancient king had no expression on his face, "The sacrifice asked you to stop."

Turba snorted coldly and turned around and said, "Sacrifice, why don't you let me take action and kill this overseas heavenly man."

The priest shook his head, his shriveled lips slightly trembled, "When did I say that he is fake."

Turba's face froze.

Next to him, Feng Yuanhu, with a grim smile on his face, trembled and his face turned pale.

A bright color flashed in the ancient king's eyes.

The priest said lightly: "What I just summoned was a wisp of the ancestor spirit's divination, and the seeds were also born from the cycle of reincarnation of the ancestor spirit. Don't you know what happens when the two ancestor spirits divine encounter?"

The ancient king spoke slowly, "Share the same spirits!"

"That's right, so... do you need to explain it again?" The priest pointed at Mo Yu, "He is the seed!"

Feng Yuanhu's face changed drastically, and in disbelief, endless chills rose from the bottom of his heart, causing his soul to almost freeze.

He suddenly woke up and screamed, "I am the real seed, I am the real seed..."

But the priest did not give him a chance to continue speaking. With a wave of his hand, a splash of water suddenly flew out of the black lake, tied him tightly like a rope.

The sound came to an abrupt end and all the power was imprisoned. Feng Yuanhu could only stare at the big eyes in horror, watching himself fly towards the Black Lake.

The priest licked the corner of his mouth, "I have consumed too much power today. Don't waste this overseas man, it's just enough to make up for one or two."

As he said that, he grabbed Feng Yuanhu, put his head closer to his mouth, then opened it and bit it hard.

Gudong

Gudong

The Adam's apple rolls, and the sound of swallowing is particularly clear in a quiet environment.

Feng Yuanhu couldn't make a sound or resist. His face was completely distorted, his eyes rolled up and his body twitched continuously.

You can only bear the passage of your own life in the midst of despair and fear.

After a moment, the black water dissipated and merged into the lake. The sacrifice let his hand let Feng Yuanhu dry up and fall to the ground.

He licked the corners of his mouth and a hint of hesitation flashed in the priest's eyes, as if he felt something was wrong.

But soon, he let go of his thoughts.

It is the first time that he has tonic for overseas practitioners. The taste is a bit weird, which is very normal.

But the effect is indeed good. Feeling the warm feeling rising between the chest and abdomen, the priest's slightly rosy face showed a satisfied smile.

The ancient king had no expression on his face and seemed to have not noticed this scene.

Turba's expression was extremely gloomy!

"The seed has been confirmed, let him follow me." The priest stood up.

Next to the Black Lake, six other figures, like shriveled bodies, stood up at the same time.

But he still closed his eyes, and his breath did not fluctuate at all.

It's like, they are the shadows of sacrifices!

Mo Yu took a deep breath and bowed, "Thank you for the sacrifice."

The priest looked at him and shook his head, "No need. You are much more noble than me for your simple identity. You have been hiding the overseas world for many years, and you have worked harder."

"But your efforts will eventually be rewarded. When you step out of the ancestral land again in the future, you will be able to have the terrifying cultivation level of the Great War God."

A trace of envy flashed in the priest's eyes.

Although he could kill Feng Yuanhu at will and suck him all.

But that was the power of the Black Lake, or rather, it was the power of the ancestral land he used!

He himself only barely stepped into the level of the God of War.

And there is no possibility in this life, so go further.

Mo Yu nodded and said nothing. His face naturally showed excitement and expectation.

He was still pretending without leaving any flaws, because at this moment, there was still a look that was coldly resting on him.

A smile appeared on the stiff face of the sacrificial priest, not surprised by Mo Yu's performance.

He was about to say something but was interrupted.

"Sacrifice, I still doubt this person's identity."

Turba's voice is calm, but it contains endless silence.

The priest frowned, "Do you doubt my judgment?"

Turba shook his head, "I have no intention of offending the sacrifice, but I believe that this person is definitely not a seed!" He stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Sacrifice is well-versed in everything, so he naturally knows my identity. I swear by the blood of the earth dwarf, please believe me!"

The sacrifice was unmoved and said lightly: "This is the ancestral land."

Turba's face changed slightly, and hesitation appeared in his eyes.

The ancient king said in a deep voice: "Turba, the judgment of the sacrifice comes from the ancestor spirit, and there will be no mistake."

Hearing this, Turba lowered his head silently.

But at this moment, Mo Yu not only did not feel relaxed, but instead felt extremely bad.

The almost condensed air shows that this super strong man in this world has not given up!

Turba suddenly looked up, his face tight and his lines were sharp, "I, Turba, as the Lord of the Earth Dwarf, proposed to summon the ancestor spirit for arbitration to determine the authenticity of the seed."

The ancient king's eyes shrank, and a slight vibration appeared on his face.

But soon, it disappeared without saying a word.

Turba gambled everything, and when things reached this point, he could no longer interfere.

The priest's face looked extremely ugly. After a few breaths of silence, he suddenly sneered, "The cultivation of the Great War God, the identity of the Lord of the Earth Dwarf... You are indeed qualified to question the judgment of the ancestral land. OK, I promise you to summon the ancestral spirit for the final arbitration. But remember, once the arbitration result is not incorrect, you will lose everything you are now and enter the ancestral land to become the eternal servant of the ancestral spirit!"

Turba nodded, "Since I opened my mouth, I was naturally ready to bear all the consequences."

The priest turned around, "Remember your words... Seven days later, the ancestral spirit will descend to the ancestral land!"

He took one step forward and fell into the black lake with six "shadows".

In a blink of an eye, it disappeared.

The space fell into dead silence.

After a long time, the ancient king spoke in a deep voice, "Turba, why are you so stubborn!"

Turba sneered, "I believe in my judgment!"

He looked up and his eyes were fixed on Mo Yu, "In front of the ancestor spirit, all lies will be broken, and you will definitely die miserably!"

Turba disappeared.

Watching him leave, the ancient king frowned, and a touch of solemnity appeared in his eyes.

Turba did not hesitate to question the sacrifices and also wanted to awaken the ancestral spirits. Could it be...

His eyes flashed slightly, and the ancient king turned around, "Mo Yu, Turba started the process of questioning the ancestral land. Before this matter ends, you must follow me."

Mo Yu was silent for a moment, nodded slowly, "Okay."

He had no choice in this matter.

"Let's go."

The ancient king waved his sleeves and whistled away with Mo Yu.

A huge city is a million miles away from the ancestral land.

The ancient king descended into it with Mo Yu.

He did not hide his breath and was immediately noticed by the strong people in the city.
To be continued...