"Didn't you see everyone kneeling down? You are disrespectful to the high priest and will cause public outrage!"

"If he gets angry like this, then he is too petty. Since he is a big shot, he should have a broad mind. Don't worry, he won't mind. What's more, my daughter has gold under her knees, and we haven't kneeled down to anyone before, and he

It's not me, why should I kneel down? There is no way."

Nonsense, after all, she was also the king of pirates who roamed the four oceans back then. Only other scoundrels knelt down to her. How could she, Hua Qianyue, kowtow to others.

What's more, she had long been extremely curious about this legendary high priest. She lowered her head and knelt down to take a look. She also wanted to take a closer look to see how domineering and treacherous a person he was and whether he had long hair.

Three heads and six arms.

Yami was anxious to death, but she didn't dare to speak loudly, nor did she dare to get up and kneel down with her head pressed down. She just felt that this woman was so brave!

What kind of person is the high priest? Even the king, the most respected king of the country, knelt down. She actually dared not to kneel down and raised her hands as if watching a good show. She must be crazy.

At this time, the skylight fell, bursts of Sanskrit sounds came from the sky, and the misty and ancient sacred music fell from the sky and scattered in the fields.

Hua Qianyue couldn't help but perked up, and her eyes widened with excitement. Here he comes, he is indeed a mysterious and dreamy big man. He also comes with fairy music and the sacred sky as the background. It feels like the arrival of Heavenly Father.

The prostrate saints on the ground lowered their heads even more solemnly, shouting the name of the Emperor in unison, without daring to raise their heads even a little.

There were endless people kneeling on the ground, but Hua Qianyue was the only one still standing tall, making her figure even more independent from the world, making it impossible to ignore.

As the Sanskrit sound descended, a sacred and awe-inspiring figure appeared on the horizon.

Against the light, the sky and the earth are reflected in the back, and the dark and wide sleeves are blown by the wind, like the wings of God.

Hua Qianyue's heart trembled suddenly and she gasped. She looked at the figure in shock, and countless strange feelings flashed through her heart.

She took a step back involuntarily and could hardly breathe!

The high priest of the Holy Fire Sect descended from the sky, swept by wind and clouds, and the holy light was overwhelming. He was dressed in a solemn black and gold sacrificial robe, holding a golden scepter, and his dark hair was flying. He was like the most majestic god in the world, making all people dare not look directly at him.

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Step by step, he walked towards the altar from among thousands of believers. The corners of his holy clothes brushed the ground. Countless subjects of the Kingdom of Gyro prostrate themselves on the ground and kissed the ground he walked on crazily. The scene was shocking and heartbreaking.

I feel so humble.

Hua Qianyue looked at him blankly, but she couldn't see his face clearly at all.

It's not because he is too far away, but because he wears a golden circle of sunlight, which tightly covers his eyes. There is a legend that the priest's eyes are sick and cannot touch the light, so he uses the gold circle to block the light, and

There is a legend that he practices a secret technique that requires him to seal his eyesight. However, there are different opinions. No one knows what the real situation is.

But no matter which way, his eyes were covered so airtight that he obviously couldn't see anything.

But looking at him walking out from among the prostrate believers, he was so powerful, so noble, and completely devoid of the dullness that a person who has lost his eyesight should have. Such a powerful person should have practiced to the point where even the slightest sound of wind could not escape his hearing.
Chapter completed!