1198 The inheritance of the warrior monks is unexpectedly simple
Several ancestor spirits walked towards the Sky Temple.
In other words, except for the three ancestors who need to perform their duties of guarding the gate of the Holy Mountain, the other ancestors' spirits are on their way to the past.
The ringing of bells came from the Sky Temple, which was vast and majestic.
A burst of golden light spread out along with the sound of the bell.
The never-ending snow in the sky was directly shaken away, and even the clouds were directly driven aside.
The sun shines down, making the Sky Temple look solemn and solemn.
"Hey, these monks are really good at playing."
Hailab said as he rubbed the bruises on his face that had not yet dissipated.
It's not hard to hear a little bit of envy in his tone.
"If you are willing, can't you keep the Elder's Temple under the sun at all times?
What are you envious of?"
Cassius asked too much.
"The Elder's Temple, shrouded in anger, can also disperse the flying snow and clouds.
But don't you think it looks like something out of the Burning Hell?
Or do you plan to be hung on the roof of the Temple of the Elders and constantly use Whirlwind?
I almost forgot that you are a barbarian from the Tagus tribe, not from the Stormwind tribe."
Hailab retorted directly.
Barbarians can certainly disperse the clouds, but doing so for a long time is a bit troublesome.
At least the image he displays is not as solemn and solemn as that of a warrior monk.
"Is that Jin Zhong Po? It seems to be Illuminati Bahuang?"
Banal rubbed the beard on his chin and said thoughtfully.
"Hey, does the monk surprise you with this move?"
Hailab immediately turned his head to Banal and choked.
"You look like a mad dog trying to catch someone and bite someone.
What I mean is, there should be only a few monks who can use this move now.
More importantly, monks themselves are accustomed to ringing bells to mark the passage of time.
So they can basically guarantee that there is sunshine at all times in the Sky Temple."
Banal glanced at Hailab with some dissatisfaction.
Then he turned his head again after seeing Hairab who was still bruised and swollen.
Banal forgave Hairab for his impoliteness.
After all, no matter who was beaten like this, he would not be in a good mood.
"Then should we let Calgar tell the time with a war cry every day from the Temple of the Elders?
His war cry can also disperse the clouds."
Kotur said honestly.
"Why……"
Cassius sighed.
"Koutur, you don't have to act this silly all the time.
Although I know that you are giving Hailab a step down, there is really no need for you to do this in such a way that vilifies yourself."
Cassius added.
His words made Hairab, who had originally planned to say a few soft words and then go down the steps, hang there unable to get up.
Cassius doesn't care.
The worst possible outcome is a fight with Hailab.
It was too common for them to fight. That is to say, the number of fights decreased after everyone became familiar with each other's fighting capabilities to a certain extent.
After all, they know their own strength very well, and even if they can win a battle a hundred times, there won't necessarily be an accident.
All the comeback tricks that can be used in unwinnable battles have been exposed.
Nowadays, they rarely take action.
Because before the fight, I almost know what the fighting process is like.
These ancestral spirits fight with each other, just like the fighting prophet of Mardoc.
Before the battle, you already know everything that may happen during the battle.
Faced with this situation, they couldn't have much interest in fighting anyway.
"Ulena should be back, right?
Then who is in charge of what happened to Ulena before?"
Kotur coughed dryly, and then said after attracting the attention of several people.
"Who else could it be? It can only be the Gruchak who killed a thousand swords!"
Hailab said angrily.
He felt pain in his face when he mentioned Gruchak.
The problem is that this is not an illusion...
Whenever he speaks now, he feels more intense pain than before.
After all, the swelling on my face has not subsided yet.
His cheeks were so swollen that people who didn't know him thought he was living a good life as a barbarian.
To be able to make a legendary barbarian so fat...
"Gruchak, that should be fine.
They are all legendary Nephalems, and they know everything they do."
Cassius nodded.
Then he looked at the entrance of the main hall of Sky Temple.
The apprentices of the monks were already standing there.
If nothing unexpected happened today, they would have been waiting for Karasim to take them for morning exercises.
"Just by looking at their positions, you can almost tell who is the most promising apprentice among the monks."
Kotur looked at the apprentices and said.
Standing at the forefront is, of course, the legendary Mr. Immortal Craig.
"Craig shouldn't be considered an apprentice anymore, right?"
Cassius said.
"Of course not, but his attitude towards Karasim is the same as his attitude towards his teacher.
The inheritance of monks is based on this master-disciple model, and unlike ours, they are sorted more by bloodline."
Banal said.
"That means Karasim is more optimistic about the little girl named Shiva?"
Kotur stretched out his thick fingers and made a gesture.
"Don't reach out randomly, it's impolite to point at others.
Although this is on our holy mountain, the monk deserves respect."
Banal stretched out his hand and immediately knocked off Kotur's finger.
"Yeah, at least don't embarrass the barbarians."
Hailabu said along the way.
"I think there is nothing more embarrassing than a legendary barbarian with a bruised nose and face standing here."
Cassius is still squeezing Hyrab.
Fury flashed across Hailab's head.
"Yeah, it's very embarrassing.
But if you wish, I can make you and I both embarrassed, even more embarrassed than me standing here!"
Herab almost squeezed out these words from between his teeth.
"Yes, it is indeed more embarrassing for two legendary barbarians to fight and perform monkey tricks while the monks are performing a certain ceremony.
So I advise you two to stay calm!
Especially you Cassius!"
Banal's tone already took on a threatening tone.
Cassius was about to say something, but he found that a lot of unkind eyes were focused on him!
Most of the ancestor spirits have arrived here.
It looked like he was telling Cassius that if he did anything embarrassing, a group of people would drag him to the corner and kick him.
Cassius smiled slightly awkwardly.
But he still didn't forget to give Hairab a mocking look.
When it comes to making people angry, Cassius is always far ahead.
Just after these ancestral spirits gradually calmed down, Karasim also slowly walked out of the hall.
He placed his hands by his side, not raising his palms like the monks we usually see.
But the calm and peaceful aura that Karasim exuded had nothing to do with his actions.
"Looking at the way he looks now, I really don't expect him to be the kind of guy who can punch demons who want to beg for mercy."
Banal said with a bit of surprise.
Indeed, Karasim's reputation is well-known among demons.
On the one hand, his strength as a legendary monk made his reputation well-known.
But part of the reason is that enduring Karasim's attacks can often be considered torture...
Although the legendary gem Bane of the Punisher was given to Sonya by Bul-Katho.
However, there are many victims of secondary punishment.
The most powerful piece of it lies in the hands of Karashim.
With such a legendary gem, Karasim attacks with only the slightest force.
As time goes by, it will become a pain that the devil cannot bear...
For demons that are attached to Karasim, it can be announced that the countdown to death has begun.
Not knowing when you will die is actually not that scary.
In this situation, many people will not consider death at all.
But looking at Karasim attacking the enemy like a stake, you can count...
Every attack is timed clearly.
There is even a rumor among demons that they can count the number of punches they received to distract themselves when facing Karasim...
Although most nephalem don't believe in this, because they don't really believe that demons have the habit of enjoying themselves in misery.
But this rumor is the same as the strange slang that Hailab complained about before, and it has been passed down anyway.
It could also be a little joke for the Nephalem who live in despair and enjoy their misery.
"Shut up."
Hailab said with a headache.
He didn't want to attract the monk's attention.
But things went against expectations, and Karasim now focused on a few of them.
Then he clasped his hands and bowed slightly as a greeting.
Then he spoke to the monks’ apprentices:
"Dear apprentices, you have all met the basic requirements to become a warrior monk.
So today you can become an official monk.
If you just want to go out and take risks on your own, everyone except Shiva will need to practice for a while."
Karasim said to the apprentices standing in a row.
The apprentices all behaved very calmly, which was considered excellent.
Calmness is what monks require for their emotions.
This state is more conducive for them to make choices in battle, or to insist on punching...
Monks don't need a lot of intense emotion to gain strength, which makes them easy to deal with most of the time.
"The blood of the Nephalem can be given to you now, but I still have to ask, is there anyone who doesn't want to get the blood of the Nephalem?"
Karasim asked very gently.
He's not so arrogant as to think that everyone wants to be a Nephalem.
Monks will not ask others to do things according to their own ideas.
What these guys are all about is a hands-on approach.
The apprentices did not speak, although their hearts remained calm.
But the emotion of expectation still exists, and peace does not mean a pool of stagnant water.
"This is also what I want to see. Then the next thing will be left to the gods."
Karasim said with a smile.
It's just that the affinity brought by his bearded look and even his smile are very limited.
"When facing the devil, he turns into a bad-tempered monk, and he still has such a side."
Cassius muttered.
As soon as he finished speaking, he was stepped on twice.
The one on the left was stepped on by Hairab, obviously with a bit of revenge.
That kick was a bit heavy, it was stepped down by using the Earthquake skill.
The one on the right was stepped on by Couture.
Although he didn't use any skills, he didn't have any reservations about using force.
A hand stretched out from behind and tightly covered Cassius's mouth and nose.
Cassius made a very difficult cry of pain that could not be detected.
The hand in the back belongs to Banal...
Banal used his other hand to complete the throat-locking action, and directly dragged Cassius away from the crowd.
The ancestor spirits along the way all stood in front of Cassius in a tacit understanding.
This will ensure that any movement of Cassius while being dragged away will not be clearly seen.
The ancestral spirits expressionlessly concealed the actions taking place among the crowd.
As for whether Karasim heard Cassius's words, no one knows.
Anyway, Karasim didn't behave strangely.
A ray of light suddenly flashed above the temple in the sky!
A figure appeared directly next to Karasim!
There seemed to be a long string of afterimages trailing behind the figure.
Naturally, the one who came was the leader of all gods, Yin Na of the Sky!
As for those afterimages, they are actually just Yin Na's phantom.
This is not because Yin Na deliberately created such an effect.
It's just that her huge number of phantoms will appear at any time, so she has this special effect-like image.
This is just to facilitate Yin Na to start fighting at any time.
"Dear apprentices, I don't like wasting time.
I thought about how to give you Nephalem blood for a long time before making this decision.
These bloodlines are gifts from all gods and contain almost all the brilliance of Yinta.
What kind of monk you will become is up to you.
After all, monks have a variety of fighting styles, and the reason for this scene is exactly the same foundation.
The path after that will be yours to choose.
And the gods will provide you with empirical help when you need help."
Yin Na said straightforwardly.
This is not a decision Yin Na made alone!
It was a consensus that she and Wanshen reached after discussing it for a long time.
The existence of Yin Na actually made the monks have to face a lot less difficulties.
From a technological perspective, Wan Shen can be said to be the network? And Yin Na is the server?
After Yin Na finished speaking, the number of phantoms corresponding to the number of apprentices appeared around her.
The phantom body rushed directly towards the apprentices at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.
But the apprentices acted as if they didn't see it and stood motionless.
This somewhat goes against the instinct of ordinary people.
But if they show surprise or dodge even in this matter, then they are not qualified to become official monks.
The phantom body rushed into the apprentices' bodies and then disappeared.
No special changes happened to the apprentices, as if it was just an illusion before.
But the ancestor spirits who were watching could all see that the apprentices were beginning to exude the aura of the Nephalem!
The blood of the Nephalem has taken root in their bodies, and they are now official monks!
"Looking at the atmosphere before, I thought becoming a monk would be a bit of a flashy performance."
Hailab said softly.
His words were not offensive.
"Huh? I'm asking you to tell me that the special effect of shaking the earth even when barbarians are giving birth has been released?"
Banal said teasingly.
The fact that Yin Na gave the blood of Nephalem to her apprentices was as simple as giving birth to a new Nephalem.
If it were placed on a barbarian, a new Nephalem would also be born when the barbarian gave birth to a child.
Anyway, Banal had never heard of any family having any visions from heaven when they gave birth to a child.
The birth of life itself is a miracle, and there is no need for external special effects to show anything.
"I'm just saying, do we have to prepare for a banquet now?"
Hailab said.
The bruises on his face have begun to fade.
Although there is still a little pain, it looks like I have successfully lost weight.
"You go ask Karashim?
It seems that he is the resident monk at Sky Temple.
It seems that Ulena didn’t show up?”
Banal said.
Kharab did not refuse.
After all, he will be the elder of the barbarians, although the group of elders has not yet been formed.
But we can't bother Burquesso with making a decision about this kind of thing.