Chapter 773
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Cultivation knew no time. Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
In the secret chamber, Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged on a green jade praying mat. Ye Mingyue and the five black zombies stood opposite him.
Ye Mingyue opened his mouth and spat out a thin red ghost fire. The five black zombies spat out different colored corpse flames. Wang Changsheng spat out black Nascent Fire. The seven flames gathered on a small black bird.
The small black bird was formed by the Asura Ghost Fire. Compared to before, the Asura Ghost Fire had grown by more than one size.
After a while, Wang Changsheng closed his mouth and stopped spitting out black Nascent Fire. Ye Mingyue and the five black zombies withdrew their ghost fire and corpse flames respectively and flew back into the corpse bag on Wang Changsheng's waist.
Every once in a while, Wang Changsheng would release Ye Mingyue and the five black zombies to spit out ghost fire and corpse flames. They would cultivate the Asura Ghost Fire with the human flame he spat out.
After ten years of cultivation, the Asura Ghost Fire's power had increased by a lot.
Wang Changsheng flipped his palm and a flashing red flying knife appeared in his hand.
With a flick of his wrist, the red flying knife flew out of his hand and brushed past the black fire bird. It touched a wisp of black flame.
The black flame quickly spread. The red flying knife flashed a few times and its light dimmed. The entire red flying knife was engulfed by the black flame.
After a while, the black flame dissipated and the red flying knife disappeared.
Seeing this, Wang Changsheng nodded in satisfaction.
He opened his mouth and the black fire bird let out a clear cry. It spread its wings and circled around the secret chamber before flying back into his mouth.
"Husband, we have been in seclusion for ten years. Can we return to the Great Song Dynasty to pay respects to Father and Mother?" Mu Wanwan's voice came from behind.
Wang Changsheng turned around and saw Mu Wanwan standing behind him with a faint smile on her face.
Mu Wanwan was dressed in a long red dress. Her figure was a little more voluptuous, and she looked more mature when dressed like a young married woman.
Wang Changsheng chuckled and stood up. He picked up Mu Wanwan and said with a smile, "We'll leave tomorrow. Today, your husband will fight three hundred rounds with you."
"You're so annoying. Be gentle."
Not long after, the seductive moans of a woman resounded in the secret chamber.
On the second day, a black flying boat flew out of the Baleful Yin Mountain Range, disappearing into the horizon before long.
… ….
Heavenly Sorcerer Mountain, Heavenly Sorcerer Palace.
More than ten sorcerers had gathered together and were discussing something. The seat of honor was empty.
"My friends have fallen. Our Flying Serpent Tribe is the number one tribe. The Old Man is the High Priest of the Flying Serpent Tribe. The High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe should be the Old Man." A white-robed old man holding a snake-headed walking stick said confidently.
"Hmph, the High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe has always been the person with the highest cultivation level. My cultivation level is the highest among all the friends here. The High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe should be me." A white-haired old woman in a purple robe retorted.
"Cultivation level doesn't mean that one's magical power is the strongest. The Old Man's magical power is not below Madam Wu's. If you don't believe me, let's spar. The winner will be the High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe." A tall middle-aged man stood up and said in a deep voice.
"Hmph, what's the use of having a high cultivation level or magical power? Our White Ape Tribe has the most sorcerers. The Old Man is the High Priest of the White Ape Tribe. The High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe should be the Old Man. "
"Our White Tiger Tribe has the largest territory. The High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe should be me."
"Our Black Turtle Tribe has the most sorcerers. The High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe should be me."
The crowd kept arguing. Everyone wanted to be the High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe.
The High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe had the most power. All the tribes had to follow the orders of the High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe. Once one became the High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe, he could mobilize more resources and speed up his cultivation. At the same time, he could strengthen his tribe. No one was willing to give up the position of the High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe to anyone else. Everyone had their own opinions. The reason was very reasonable.
"Master is dead. All of you are in a hurry to fight for the position of the High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe. Don't you think it's too much?" A cold female voice came from outside the hall.
As soon as she finished speaking, a beautiful woman in white with snow-white skin walked in.
The woman in white had a graceful figure and a cold expression. She looked like an ice beauty.
"Wu Ling 'er, everyone here is the High Priest of the big tribes. Although you are the disciple of the former High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe, you have just become a sorcerer. You have no right to speak here." The middle-aged man glanced at Wu Ling' er coldly and said rudely.
"That's right. We have all participated in the battle between the Light Sorcerer Tribe and the Dark Sorcerer Tribe. We have made countless contributions to the Sorcerer Tribe. Who do you think you are? If you know what's good for you, leave now. We are going to elect the High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe. We don't have time to waste with you. "The old woman in purple sneered.
"If it wasn't for Madam Yin, you would still be in the Grand Sorcerer Realm! Don't tell me you want to be the High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe! Your current status and qualifications are not enough. Wait for the next election! "
Wu Ling 'er heard these words and frowned. She took out a white crystal ball from her sleeve and said with a cold expression, "You can ignore what I say, but you can't ignore what Master says!"
"What? Didn't Madam Yin's Life Token shatter? She didn't die? "
"This is the Image Recording Crystal left behind by Master before she left the Heavenly Sorcerer Mountain." While speaking, Wu Ling 'er injected her magic power into the white crystal ball. Suddenly, the white crystal ball shone brightly and a ray of white light flew out. After a blur, it turned into Yin Qingluo.
"If anything happens to me when I leave the Heavenly Sorcerer Mountain, you can elect a new High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe. Whoever has the Heavenly Sorcerer Mirror will be the new High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe."
After saying this, Yin Qingluo's figure dissipated and disappeared.
"You heard it too, right? The Heavenly Sorcerer Mirror is the inheritance of the Sorcerer Tribe. Whoever has the Heavenly Sorcerer Mirror will be the new High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe. Do you have any objections? "Wu Ling 'er put away the white crystal ball and said seriously.
"The Old Man has no objections. The Heavenly Sorcerer Mirror belongs to the High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe. Whoever has the Heavenly Sorcerer Mirror will be the High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe. It will save us the trouble of arguing." The white-robed elder of the Flying Serpent Tribe was the first to agree.
"I have no objections. However, according to what I know, Madam Yin died in the Fallen Celestial Valley. If you want to find the Heavenly Sorcerer Mirror, you will have to enter the Fallen Celestial Valley. However, the Fallen Celestial Valley is not open yet. If you want to find the Heavenly Sorcerer Mirror, you will have to wait for the Fallen Celestial Valley to open again. It will take at least a hundred years. The position of the High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe has been vacant for a long time. It's not appropriate! "The purple-robed old woman said with some dissatisfaction.
"This is not a problem. If there are any problems, we can discuss it together. We still have to listen to the words of the former High Priest. If we elect the High Priest in advance, what should we do if someone takes out the Heavenly Sorcerer Mirror in the future?" A kind-looking blue-robed elder tried to mediate the dispute.
"Okay, let's do it! Whoever has the Heavenly Sorcerer Mirror will be the High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe. Before we find the Heavenly Sorcerer Mirror, all the matters of the Sorcerer Tribe will be decided by us. "
"The Old Man agrees. This is a good idea."
Most of the priests agreed. Before the new High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe was elected, the elders would take over the duties of the High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe. This could prevent internal strife in the Sorcerer Tribe.
Wu Ling 'er frowned slightly. She wanted to say something, but after hesitating for a while, she did not say anything.
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