"Why you?"

The high priest Linlang narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a while, and said seriously:

“This question is difficult to answer.

Mainly, I don’t know if you should know now.

Or you have discovered something special about you.

I can only tell you that you are the existence of the Daosheng of the Daxia Dynasty who told me."

The head of the Renzong Taoist priest... Zhao Wujiang's eyes became deeper and deeper, like the stars falling in the night sky, and were pitch black.

"I used to know your existence vaguely, but I don't know who you are." The high priest Linlang's voice was cold:

"Later I found out that your name is Zhao Wujiang, and you have indeed come to the grassland royal court as the Daoshou of Renzong said."

"You don't explain why it's me." Zhao Wujiang said lightly. His heart was surging. How many sons did the Daosheng of the Renzong fall on him? What exactly were they going to do?

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

The invisible wind and catkins in Zhao Wujiang's hand were gathering, 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 some of your luck, but it doesn’t matter to you, and your luck can be regenerated.”

"Fu luck is the foundation of national luck.

You took some of my luck, so why wouldn't I lose some of my luck in Daxia?" Zhao Wujiang's voice was slightly cold.

"Your luck is indeed part of your luck in the Great Xia, 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 the Daxia fortunes, 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 his left hand began to draw talismans in the air.

"A cloud seal talisman drawn by Renzong Daoshou himself can destroy all the false evil spirits in the world.

My Yuanyin and some of my cultivation." The high priest's tone gradually became a little cold, but he still explained patiently.

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

"I can draw talismans myself."

"The Daoshou of Renzong once said that if there was no such Yunzhuo Breaking Deception Talisman he had personally drawn, you would most likely fail. If you had this Talisman, you would have increased your chances of winning."

The high priest's tone became colder, but she did not deliberately threaten her words, but was telling a fact seriously.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes flashed and he said seriously:

"not enough.

I also want you to help me practice, reach the heavenly level, rather than increase some of my cultivation."

"I can't do it, do you practice dual cultivation with you every day?" The high priest frowned. She has always been cold and holy. She practiced with Zhao Wujiang. She was the choice after weighing the pros and cons, and it would be fine once.

But Zhao Wujiang asked to reach the heavenly ranks directly. If it fails one or two days, would it be possible to practice both Zhao Wujiang every day? She is ashamed of this!

"That's it." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, his tone was a bit domineering:

“I still believe in myself.

Whether it is Yun Zhuan breaking the delusion or my current cultivation level.

I have already drawn a lot of talismans. For the sake of stability, at worst, I can draw more myself, which is nothing more than damage to my vitality and life.

My cultivation level has reached the heavenly level. Even if it is slower than dual cultivation, I believe it will reach it soon.

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

When the high priest Linlang heard this, a hint of anger rose in his heart. What does it mean to be particularly attractive? Could it be that Zhao Wujiang is so disdainful to her Linlang body?

Her eyebrows were filled with evil spirits and said in a deep voice:

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

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