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The Heavenly Punishment of Creation I Chapter 79 The Priest

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    ¡ª¡ª The holy land of the Unicorn Tribe.  The silver starlight falls on the silent earth, but the earth is a silvery gray color.  In the center of the earth, the lonely holy platform stood tall, as solemn and majestic as before; it was just that the silence was a bit soul-destroying.  The high priest hurried over with dozens of his men. He was shabby and trembling. Apart from seeing the corpses of dozens of guards along the way, he did not feel the intimidating pressure that the Holy Land should have at all.  The breeze was gentle, the leaves were swaying, and it was cool and pleasant. However, the high priest and his team could not feel this wonderful breath at all, only their feet were alternating in a hurry.  "Hurry! Hurry! Hurry" the high priest urged urgently. When a red light suddenly burst out from the holy land and dazzled the sky, he was already in a state of confusion. Although he kept claiming that it was Brigadier Ladaye who had stolen the holy treasure,  But I don't have any confidence in my heart.  He immediately decided to split up the forces with Labach into two groups, one led by Labach to pursue Latoye, and the other led by himself to the Holy Land for support.  "Who is it? Who is it? Who is so bold?" The high priest kept asking angrily in his heart as he walked hurriedly. At the same time, he imagined that although the thief had obtained the holy treasure, he was still fighting.  However, as he approached the Holy Land, the High Priest felt more and more uncomfortable. Every time he got closer, his heart became colder. When he arrived at the Holy Land and looked at the corpses all over the ground, his heart felt completely cold.  "You two come with me, and the rest stay!" Nine feet before arriving at the holy platform, the high priest suddenly stopped and said, his voice as gloomy as ever.  "Yes!" Everyone was ordered to wait where they were.  The high priest turned around, hurriedly tidied up his appearance, took the two priests and walked to the holy altar very solemnly, but the anxiety on his face could not be concealed.  From a distance, the high priest saw a person lying on dozens of steps. It was unclear whether he was alive or dead. This was not very important to the current high priest. What was important was to arrive as soon as possible.  The Holy Platform confirms what everyone knows to be true.  But the high priest's pace did not speed up, it was still so slow and solemn, one step at a time.  Two levels below him, the two men who followed closely were equally solemn, and their whole bodies were trembling with excitement.  This is the first time in their lives that they have set foot on the sacred platform of their clan.  They always thought that they would never be able to get close to the holy platform in their lifetime, but now that they step on the holy platform, it is like dreaming of prosperity.  Although there are not many people like them who are lucky enough to be chosen as priests, there are still about a hundred.  However, there are only a few who can actually obtain the true biography of the high priest.  After obtaining the true biography of the high priest, whether he can become the high priest has become almost a dream.  The two of them had obtained the high priest's true inheritance, but before them, seven or eight generations of priests who had obtained the high priest's true inheritance had come to the end of their lives under the ruthless devouring of time.  They are proud of their profession, and people from other tribes are extremely envious of them.  Even becoming a priest and not marrying for life became an honor.  For many members of the One-Horn tribe, being able to become a priest and dedicate themselves to the clan is a matter of lifetime glory.  Therefore, the priests of the One-Horn Clan have very weird tempers; especially after becoming high priests, they have forgotten what family affection is called.  With one step at a time, solemnity at thirty-two levels, the high priest stopped silently and looked at the people on the stone steps with a solemn look on his face.  This man's appearance could no longer be clearly seen. His whole body was covered with red cells. Only his white hair made people understand that he was an old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life.  "Poison pink!" the high priest said viciously. Looking at the hidden guard who had been tapped on several vital points, he was already convinced.  "Give it to him, and then relieve the acupuncture points." The high priest's tone was cold, his left arm hanging down suddenly clasped and stretched his palm, and a pill flew into the hand of the priest on the left behind him.  "Yes!" the priest on the left responded hurriedly.  The high priest continued to walk upward solemnly step by step, without even looking back from the beginning to the end.  The priest on the right is closely behind.  Going up another twelve levels, the priest received the same order.  The high priest walked up alone, making a sound every step of the way, as if he was alone in an ethereal world.  There was a moment when his mind went blank, as if he had lost all faith in his life, could not find the value of existence at all, and could not feel the meaning of existence at all.  But the next moment, two fierce cold gleams flashed in his eyes, and he once again found the value of survival, and once again possessed powerful ideological power - the origin of this power has only one word, and that is - "hatred"!  At this moment, the high priest's soul and body were swallowed up by this word, this word "hate".  "Ladoye - I will definitely kill you!" the high priest swore viciously in the center.  At this moment, his soul no longer belongs to the One-Horn Clan, but to himself; at this moment, his soul no longer belongs to himself, but to his ugly desires.  One step at a time, one level of hatred, a total of ninety-nine levels of hatred!  High Priest's EndArriving at the holy altar, a voice full of resentment slowly rang out: "High Priest, you are finally here!" The voice was full of doubt.  The high priest didn't reply. He glanced at the empty holy altar where only three poisoned old men were left. Suddenly he flinched and threw his left hand, and with a whoosh sound, without any warning at all, something seemed to be shot at the old man who spoke.  .  The old man who spoke was the boss of the five guards. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it. When he took it back, he saw three blue pills.  "Antidote!" The boss said in surprise. He looked at the pills in his hand, suddenly smiled miserably, and swallowed one. Then he popped out two qigongs with his left hand, unlocking some of the acupuncture points on the second and third penis. Then he pushed out his right hand.  With one throw, two antidotes flew out. The second and third children opened their mouths in time and the antidote entered their mouths.  "Thank you!" After adjusting their breath for a long time, the second child and the third child thanked each other at the same time.  "What's going on? Why were you poisoned by the red poisonous grass?" The high priest's voice was gloomy.  "So the holy treasure was not stolen by the high priest?" the boss asked, his voice full of sullenness.  "Brother!" The second child and the eldest brother shouted at the same time.  "Hmph, does the big guard think that this priest will be such a sloppy person when doing things?" The high priest glanced at the three people and said gloomily: "I understand what the big guard meant. He is blaming the priest for not coming to rescue in time, and also  It¡¯s my fault that I didn¡¯t expect the traitor to use such a despicable trick. However, the theft of the Holy Treasure is already a done deal. The most urgent thing at the moment is to recover the Holy Treasure as soon as possible.¡±  It is expected that the traitor will mix the poison of the red poisonous grass into the wind, and it is difficult to prevent it from spreading through the air!" the second guard sighed.  ¡°But I don¡¯t know who the high priest thinks is responsible for this matter?¡± the high guard asked coldly, still unable to let go of the high priest¡¯s failure to come to his aid in time.
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