Chapter 1753 1754 Ling Baobao Was Beaten Into a Pig's Head

At dawn, Mu Hanyan finally closed the "Eight Gates Divine Formation" in his hand.

Over the past few days, she has been cultivating priest magic techniques, all kinds of spiritual magic techniques in the library hall, and even the experience of past priests.

Mu Hanyan knew that she was at a bottleneck. Based on the experience of receiving the baptism of God last time, Mu Hanyan guessed that she might need to open up a new hidden vein before her strength could increase rapidly again. With the conditions, it is obviously impossible to find a higher quality soul stone to open up her hidden veins. Therefore, in his spare time, Mu Hanyan spent most of his time on the formation technique in addition to studying the alchemy technique and alchemy seal of the Continent of Gods.

According to Sikong Qinglan, "Eight Gates of God's Array" is the oldest book of magic formations in the Continent of Gods. Although every shrine has a collection, the one in her hand is the original one, even the one in the main shrine's collection. They are all copied from this book in her hand.

And it is said that with the separation of the continents, the laws of the continent of gods have been undergoing subtle changes, and their cultivation methods, including the profound meaning of the formation, are also changing accordingly, so the eight-door formations of other temples have also been made accordingly. There were a lot of revisions, but Mu Hanyan didn't know the reason for the book in his hand. None of the priests and priests of the past dynasties made revisions, not even a few comments.

Mu Hanyan had seen the enthusiasm of those predecessors, and almost every practice book contained the experiences and insights of their predecessors, but there was not a single extra word in this book "Eight Gates of Gods". Even some obvious omissions and incomprehensible places were not easily filled by anyone.

It was secretly strange in his heart, and Mu Hanyan also paid special attention to this book of magic formations.

Locking himself in the main sacrifice shrine on the second floor, Mu Hanyan spent three days of comprehension day and night, but still had nothing to gain. The formation principles recorded in the "Eight Gates of God's Array" can also be found in other ancient books of formation methods. It is not so profound and mysterious, but many of the formation principles are incompatible with the current laws of the Continent of Gods and cannot be used at all.

However, Mu Hanyan had a faint feeling that this amazing book of magic formations, known as the oldest in the Continent of Gods, was not as simple as it seemed to outsiders, but he had not yet realized the key.

After a few days of dripping rice, Mu Hanyan only felt hungry, unable to do anything, and his strength was suppressed. He imagined that he would not eat or drink for a few months like before, and even those strong people who were in seclusion could only rely on medicinal pills to support them for several years. Decades, obviously impossible.

After closing the ancient book in his hand, Mu Hanyan walked downstairs.

"Oh, you tap, tap."

"I'm already very light."

"This is also considered light, and you almost died, you know?"

"Okay, then I'll take it easy."

"I won't come, and I won't come either."

"No, you promised to discuss with me, you can't go."

"If you don't come, you can find someone else."

"No, you promised me, and other people won't."

"I regret it, can't I? I won't come anyway, and who are you willing to learn from?"

"no."

"Bang...Oh, help, help!" When passing by the Xiuling Hall, Mu Hanyan heard a quarrel, and then came Ling Baobao's miserable cry for help.

At the door, several young priests were looking inward, covering their mouths to stop themselves from laughing.

"What's wrong?" Mu Hanyan stepped forward and asked.

"I have seen Master Priest! Master Right Priest is exchanging martial arts with Priest Ling." Several young priests hurriedly saluted. As time passed, they gradually accepted the fact that Mu Hanyan became the main priest. Even if they were somewhat reluctant in their hearts, they were still respectful on the surface.

"Martial arts?" Mu Hanyan walked forward curiously.

When she came to the Temple of Flower Rain, she knew more and more about the cultivation methods of the Continent of God. As far as she knew, because the power of the laws of the Continent of God was too pure and direct, the low-level priests of the gods could not endure the wasteland. The wind that was cut by a knife was usually practiced in a temple guarded by an enchantment, or a fief like Mujia Village, but it was not as gentle and pure as the law of the temple, and the speed of cultivation was much slower.

As the strength increases, especially after reaching the tenth-order god priest, the power of the law in the temple enchantment cannot meet the needs of the priest's cultivation, and he has to go to the wasteland or find an illusion similar to the Holy Court for cultivation, although At this time, the body's defense has been strengthened a lot, but it can't resist the north wind in the wasteland for a long time. Either with the help of magic weapons or sacrificial robes made of alchemy to protect themselves, or they can only practice a little martial arts.

With the financial resources of Huayu Temple, even the priests' stomachs are not full, of course it is impossible to have any decent robes, and practicing martial arts is their only choice.

However, Shen Yuhe is only an eighth-order god priest, and is still far from the tenth-order. There is no need to practice martial arts so early.

With curiosity, he came to the door and looked in, Mu Hanyan was stunned.

In the Xiuling Hall, Ling Baobao ran desperately around the hall, sick like a lost dog, with a bruised nose and a swollen forehead.

Behind him, Shen Yuhe was chasing like an eagle catching a chick. From time to time, his fists and feet flew out. The cute baby's face was full of excitement and violence.

Accidentally, Ling Baobao was hooked to the ground by Shen Yuhe's kick, and then, seeing the right priest slammed onto Ling Baobao's body without any image, he threw a pink fist and punched and kicked.

Mu Hanyan was stunned, and a few black lines stood up on her forehead. It was the first time she knew that this was the right priest with a baby face, a gentle and peaceful face, and occasionally blushing like Sikong Qinglan. , was so violent.

"Help, I killed someone." Ling Baobao let out a miserable and helpless cry.

"Cough...cough..." Mu Hanyan coughed twice.

Looking at Ling Baobao's blue nose and swollen face, Miss Mu was full of sympathy. Although it was not the first time that this little magician had been chased, blocked, beaten and beaten, but being bullied by a woman like this, even Miss Mu couldn't stand it any longer.

"Master Priest." Shen Yuhe turned around and saw Mu Hanyan, she quickly stood up, her head was slightly lowered, her face was shy, her hands were still fiddling with the corners of her clothes, she looked like a shy and shy little sister next door.

If it weren't for the bruises on Ling Baobao's face and the unicorn-like green bumps on his forehead, Mu Hanyan doubted whether he had hallucinated just now.

"Why are you making such a fuss when you learn martial arts?" Seeing the sadness on Ling Baobao's face, Mu Hanyan said in disbelief. Looking at his appearance, those who didn't know thought that what happened to Shen Yuhe.