"Why you?"

High Priest Lin Langfeng narrowed her eyes, thought about it, and said seriously:

"This question is difficult to answer.

Mainly, I don't know if you should know it now.

Or maybe you have discovered something special about you.

I can only tell you that you are the existence that the Taoist leader of your Great Xia Dynasty told me."

The Taoist Divine Fortune Teller of the Human Sect...Zhao Wujiang's eyes became darker and darker, like the stars falling in the night sky, and it was pitch black.

"I vaguely knew of your existence before, but I didn't know who you were." High Priest Linlang said in a cold voice:

"Later I found out that your name was Zhao Wujiang, and you came to the Prairie Royal Court just as the leader of the Renzong said."

"You don't explain why it's me." Zhao Wujiang said lightly, his mind was racing, how many times did the leader of the Renzong fall on him? What on earth is he going to do?

"I want to get something from you." The high priest frowned slightly and said seriously.

The invisible wind flocculation in Zhao Wujiang's hand gathered, and he asked:

"This is what I'm going to lose, right?"

"No." The high priest shook his head:

"You can understand it as luck.

I will take away part of your luck, but it will not matter to you, and your luck can be completely regenerated."

“Luck is the foundation of national destiny.

If you took away part of my luck, wouldn't it mean that my luck in Daxia will drop a bit?" Zhao Wujiang's voice was slightly cold.

"Your luck is indeed part of your Great Xia luck, but it is different." The high priest looked at Zhao Wujiang's slightly angry face and knew that Zhao Wujiang had a misunderstanding. She explained seriously:

"The ups and downs of Daxia's luck, from beginning to end, are only related to two things.

One is the life and death of the Emperor of Daxia, and the other is the rise and fall of the people of the world.

It has nothing to do with you."

"What can I get?" Zhao Wujiang was still cold and began to draw symbols in the air with his left hand.

"A piece of Yunzhuan talisman painted by the Taoist leader of the Renzong can destroy all illusions and evil spirits in the world.

My Yuanyin, and part of my cultivation." The high priest's tone gradually became colder, but he still explained patiently.

The talisman appeared in Zhao Wujiang's hand. It was a talisman with gray and green inscriptions using the void as a carrier. He gently held it in his hand, and the talisman began to burn. He said in a deep voice:

"I can draw charms myself."

"The Taoist leader of the Renzong once said that without this Yunzhuan Breaking Talisman that he personally drew, you would most likely fail. If you have this Talisman, your chances of winning will increase a bit."

The high priest's tone became colder, but there was no deliberate threat in her words, but she was seriously telling a fact.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered and he said seriously:

"not enough.

I want you to help me practice my cultivation and reach the heavenly level instead of increasing my cultivation level."

"It's impossible for me to practice dual cultivation with you every day, right?" The high priest frowned. She has always been cold and holy. Dual cultivation with Zhao Wujiang was originally a choice after weighing the pros and cons, and it was just a once-in-a-lifetime choice.

But Zhao Wujiang wanted to go straight to the heavenly level, so if it didn't happen in one or two days, would it be possible for her to practice double cultivation with Zhao Wujiang every day? She was ashamed of this!

"Forget it." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, his tone slightly domineering:

"I still believe in myself.

Whether it's Yunzhuan Powang or my current cultivation level.

I have already drawn a lot of talismans. For the sake of stability, at worst, if I draw more by myself, it will only damage some vitality and life force.

My cultivation level has also touched the heaven level. Even if it is slower than dual cultivation, I believe I will reach it soon.

The conditions of the high priest are actually not particularly attractive to me."

When High Priest Linlang heard this, a trace of anger rose in her heart. What does it mean to not be particularly attractive? Could it be that Zhao Wujiang was so disdainful of her Linlang's body?

There was a hint of evil in her brows, and she said in a deep voice:

"Okay, I promise you, I will help you reach the heavenly level."

The green-gray talisman paper in Zhao Wujiang's hand burned into ashes and slowly floated in the air, saying in a deep voice:
Chapter completed!