"Is the high priest of the Mo family higher in status than the elders?"

In such a power society, religious spiritual control is particularly important.

Even the head of the Mo family needs religious assistance to consolidate his position.

At this time, the status of the high priest rose.

"The high priest is not a member of the Mo family, but the power he possesses is second only to the head of the Mo family... Even if he is an elder of the Mo family, he has to give in to the high priest and be respectful!"

Zhou Yan turned his head and looked at the Ghost Gate with a deep look.

"Remember what I told you, "Don't the gate of hell be opened by the Mo family?"

"Is it the high priest?" Ling Luoyu widened his eyes: "Don't tell me, the only one who opens the gate of hell is the high priest!"

"That's about that, right?" Zhou Yan was not very sure.

“…”

"The Mo family was afraid of Moshen's affairs about the Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of G

The Gate of Ghost is a place where the Mo family members only entered after their death and have nothing to do with living people.

Therefore, Zhou Yan did not put too much energy into it here.

"Understand!" Ling Luoyu sighed lightly, hugged his arms and bit his lips, and looked at the towering black gate with his head raised: "After all, this is the place where the Mo family buried the dead. If it were me, they wouldn't have put too much energy here!"

If it weren't for the Soul-Leaving Stone, she wouldn't have known that the Mo family still had such a gate of hell.

I have never been worried about the living people. Who cares about the places where the dead are buried?!

only--

"Why didn't anyone tell me that there is a black... gate here!?"

She thought that this was an empty cemetery protected by only barriers.

I didn't expect that a black door blocked her vision.

Extending along the black gate was a thick rock.

The gate perfectly fits the rocks without leaving any gaps.

Zhou Yan looked at her: "Do you want to... look inside?"

Ling Luoyu turned his head speechlessly: "What do you think?"

So what do they do here?

Isn’t it just to investigate the firepower situation inside first?

Could it be that it would be better to come over and appreciate the door alone?

Zhou Yan didn't say anything, took a few steps back, tilted his head to look around.

Ling Luoyu looked along his gaze: "There will be no place to enter around here, right?"

If this is the case, what other keys and magic weapons are needed to get in?!

Zhou Yan did not speak, but took a detour towards his right hand.

Ling Luoyu quickly followed: "Where are you going?"

After walking about twenty or thirty steps, Zhou Yanyou paused and pointed upwards.

"there!"

there?

What's there?

It's just some rocks and big trees.

Zhou Yan jumped up and landed on a crooked elm tree.

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Although the tree is lush with branches and leaves, it is just a tree.

And there is no special place for trees that are neither up nor down, neither big nor small.

Zhou Yan rode on the tree, sticking his butt and tilting his head, not knowing what he was looking at.

After a moment—

"Finished!"

The sound was very surprising.

"Miss Ling, come up!"

He gave up his position in front and called Ling Luoyu up.

It seems that there are some surprises.

Ling Luoyu rolled up and sat sideways in front of him.
Chapter completed!