Chapter 189 High Priest
The Bifang bird led everyone into the thick fog. The blue flames that had been lingering around them suddenly dispersed and turned into a flame barrier to keep the thick fog out.
Han Xu felt it carefully and found that the thick fog was full of toxins. Although it was not fatal, it could corrode people's nerves bit by bit with breathing.
And in the thick fog, there was a super illusion array covering a radius of ten miles. If you step into it rashly, you can't get out unless you are a strong man in the state of unity between heaven and man.
This illusion array and the nerve toxin complement each other to protect Wushen Mountain from outsiders.
Only the messengers of Wushen Cult know how to safely pass through the illusion array.
And every once in a while, the messengers will select believers who come to pilgrimage from the illusion array and bring them into the holy mountain to show the grace and kindness of Wushen.
It is precisely because of this formation that Wushen Cult can always remain mysterious and sacred in the eyes of the world.
The Bifang bird landed on a square. In addition to Yang Xiu, there were only ten people who walked down from its back safely.
Wei Kuang and Han Xu were the master and servant of four people.
Tang Yan and Tang Yurou from the Tang Sect of Western Shu.
One Saint of the Holy Dao Palace.
Two people from the Northern Sword Domain.
One evil cultivator from the White Camel Mountain.
Han Xu felt that when he passed by others, they all looked at him intentionally or unintentionally.
Because among the ten people, Han Xu's realm was the lowest, but he not only arrived smoothly, but also arrived with two maids of lower realms by himself.
What was even more surprising was that Han Xu did not look tired at all during the whole journey. Even with two people, he was still one of the most relaxed people.
Except for Han Xu and Tang Yurou, the rest of the people were all strong men above the ninth rank. They were all the strongest figures of the young generation in the world today.
When Tang Yurou walked by Han Xu, she snorted coldly to express her dissatisfaction, but Han Xu ignored her provocation directly, as if there was no such person in front of him, and concentrated on helping Qing'er to tidy up her bangs that had just been blown messy, and then helped Yingying to smooth the wrinkles on her clothes on her shoulders.
"Han Xu, let's wait and see." Tang Yurou didn't know why Han Xu could always easily provoke her anger. In short, the more she saw Han Xu's calm face, the more she wanted to teach Han Xu a lesson.
Unfortunately, now she also understood that she was not Han Xu's opponent, so she could only count on Tang Yan.
Tang Yurou believed that no matter how strong Han Xu was, he could not be stronger than Tang Yan. After all, Tang Yan was known as the strongest genius in the Tang Sect in the past hundred years.
Everyone followed Yang Xiu forward and soon came to a hall built of huge stones.
An ancient and mysterious atmosphere came towards them. In front of the hall, there were two stone pillars hundreds of feet high, on which were carved exquisite and ancient totems. The shape was very similar to what Han Xu saw in the Wushen Temple in Manchi City, but it was more complicated.
There were three ancient characters engraved on the stone door. Although the handwriting was not any existing font in the world, as long as you saw these three characters, their meanings would automatically emerge in your mind.
"Witch God Temple." Han Xu thought, "A guy who pretends to be a god."
After the incident in the temple, Han Xu had no good impression of the Wushen Cult.
"Please wait here for a moment." After entering the hall, Yang Xiu apologized and left.
After a while, he followed an elderly man out.
The old man was a little hunched, leaning on a cane made of unknown wood, with wrinkles on his face, and his white beard hanging down to his chest. It was obvious that half of his foot was buried in the ground.
But his eyes were not cloudy at all, but more like a kind of wisdom that could see through the world.
"This is the high priest of our Wushen Cult."
"Hello, senior high priest." Everyone saluted. No matter what their impression of the Wushen Cult was, this high priest who had lived for nearly two hundred years was worthy of their title of senior.
"No need to be polite, everyone." The high priest's voice was loud, and his eyes swept over everyone. Anyone who was stared at by him felt that all their secrets were seen through.
According to legend, the great prophecy technique practiced by this high priest was a skill left by the gods, and he had the ability to predict the future.
He had successfully predicted many major events that affected the course of history, even including the enthronement of Emperor Wu, so he was revered as the most respected wise man in the world.
Even the Son of God, who had been extremely arrogant all the way, lowered his head slightly.
The first time the high priest's eyes stopped was on this Son of God, but he didn't say much, just nodded.
This surprised Yang Xiu on the side. He had followed the high priest for many years, and he had even seen all kinds of things in the world, and there were few things that could interest him.
Obviously, this Son of God did it.
To make the high priest nod, it means that he is definitely a rare genius in the world.
However, when the high priest's eyes left the Son of God, they stopped again.
And this time, it was on Han Xu.
"Eh!"
The high priest's voice was very light, but to everyone, it was like an earthquake.
They looked at Han Xu in confusion, wanting to know why the high priest looked at him so differently.
Especially Yang Xiu, he knew the high priest best, so he was shocked the most.
The moment Han Xu's eyes met with the high priest's, it seemed as if he saw the flickering of countless stars, the replacement of countless dynasties, and the ancient wilderness and the vicissitudes of life.
"This old man is so strong." Han Xu sighed. He felt that the high priest wanted to see through him, but Han Xu let go of his mind and let the high priest's consciousness wander.
If it were other cultivators, it would be impossible to let others' consciousness wander in their bodies at will, because it means that all their secrets will be exposed.
But Han Xu is different. He has a system that does not belong to this world at all. Many practices have proved that no matter who it is, no one can see through the disguise of the system. Even the clone of the witch god cannot see through it, let alone the high priest.
Sure enough, although the high priest felt that Han Xu was hiding some big secret, he found nothing after a sweep of his consciousness.
His calm heart was also aroused by curiosity. His intuition told him that Han Xu was hiding something, but he had to retract his consciousness. After all, it was very impolite to use consciousness to investigate others. Since he didn't find anything in a quick glance just now, it was impossible for him to check again as a high priest.
Especially since Han Xu only showed the realm of the eighth rank, the high priest could not do anything to bully the younger generation. If it was spread out, the face of the Wushen Cult would be lost.
"You are all tired after coming from afar, so take a rest for a night."
"High priest." The evil cultivator from Mount Putuo suddenly said, "I have a request."
"I know what you want to say." The high priest seemed to see through his mind and said directly, "I haven't seen such outstanding young people like you for a long time. Since you are here, the Wushen Cult will naturally not be stingy. Tomorrow I will arrange for Yang Xiu to take you into the Mysterious Realm of the Lost God."
"Thank you, high priest." The evil cultivator of Mount Baituo was surprised that he had not spoken out his thoughts, but the high priest said his thoughts word for word. Could he really read minds?
Hearing that they would enter the Mysterious Realm of the Lost God tomorrow, everyone thanked him.
This secret realm is what King Wei mentioned to Han Xu, where the Nanming Lihuo is sealed.