The liver produces the strongest player

In the room, the lights were a little dim. The old man in black robe was sitting in the main seat and coughed twice.

His face was a little unhealthy and pale, but to everyone in the Central Plains Alliance, he still had an aura of calmness and dignity.

"Master High Priest, we have been brought here."

The high priest nodded and signaled the left and right disciples to go down.

Only the high priest and the people from the Central Plains Alliance were left in the room.

The woman surnamed Zhao frowned slightly. Although her talent was much stronger than the person in front of her, she was still too young after all. She had to bow her head under the eaves.

She spoke as calmly as possible: "I wonder why the high priest summoned me late at night?"

The high priest said: "You should already know what happened tonight."

He examined the expressions of the people from the Central Plains Alliance, and then continued: "Our religion was invaded by thieves tonight. The leader is worried that they came for my religion's festival."

After all, Dongming Sect established an altar, and the following ceremony was to resurrect the demon god. Something happened at this time, and it is difficult for people not to connect the two things.

The people from the Central Plains Alliance did not speak, or at this time, they did not know what to say. Except for the woman surnamed Zhao, everyone else was a little embarrassed and nervous.

The high priest continued: "Because of this matter, the Lord God has sent down another oracle tonight."

"Another oracle!?" This surprised the people of the Central Plains Alliance.

After all, things like gods and demons are a bit far away for them, but now, there is a living demon who can deliver oracles, which is enough to surprise them in every aspect.

"Are you curious about the content of the oracle?" The high priest chuckled, "The festival has been advanced."

He looked at the surprised faces of the people in the Central Plains League, and continued: "These days, the artisans and slaves who build the altar will speed up, and the altar will be built in at most three days."

"And the festival will also start at that time."

"So the time for us to steal your sect's holy weapon has also been advanced, right?" the woman surnamed Zhao asked.

"That's right." The high priest said, "You must have felt the power of the sacred weapon I taught you tonight."

"Once that power is spread out, it will have an effect on everything within a radius of hundreds of miles, whether it is Gang Qi or spiritual power."

The woman surnamed Zhao thought: Over the years, the Central Plains Alliance has been silently studying the combination of technology and the knowledge of this world. If that holy weapon can only block the power of this world, then she really has a way.

The woman surnamed Zhao said: "I can promise you, but you have to return my storage bag."

"This is natural." The high priest said, "On the day of the festival, I will ask the disciple to hand over your storage bag to you."

"You go alone and the others stay at the residence."

The woman surnamed Zhao weighed it up and then nodded: "Where is the sacred artifact of your religion hidden? I need a detailed map from here to the location of the sacred artifact of your religion, as well as the handle."

"In addition, the leader of your sect will not be near the place where the sacred artifact is on the day of the festival, right? Otherwise, I don't think I have the ability to steal the treasure from the hands of a strong person in the late Xiantian period."

The high priest said: "At noon that day, the leader will go to the altar, and both leaders will go there. During this period, there will be about two quarters of an hour."

"The sacred weapon is hidden in the sun-shielding tower in the inner courtyard of the temple. It is the tallest white tower in the inner courtyard. Within the white tower, any spiritual power and energy will be ineffective..." The high priest took out a roll of paper from his arms and said, "Stay here with me these few days, study it carefully, and wait until the day of the ceremony, and you help the old man steal this thing, and the old man will naturally not treat you badly."

The woman named Zhao quickly took the scroll.

The high priest said again: "But you'd better not play any tricks, otherwise it's impossible for you to escape from such a large Dongming Sect."

"Of course I know."

The high priest waved his hand and said: "Okay, you can go back."

...The residence of Yingzhou Club.

After Tian Dongjun listened to his subordinate's report, he was a little surprised.

The Dongming Sect was attacked. In just a short while, countless disciples in the sect were killed and injured. What surprised him even more was that the murderer did not catch up.

"The leader even used that treasure..." Tian Dongjun looked toward the depths of the temple with lingering fear. The power was too terrifying. In just an instant, all the power in his body disappeared.

If you can possess this kind of treasure, even if you only have eight scenes of Dzogchen, it is possible to deal with Xiantian!
Of course, he was just thinking about this kind of thing. That kind of treasure was beyond his reach.

After sending away his subordinates, he was alone in the room, tasting the wine.

He looked at his reflection in the wine glass, and vaguely seemed to see the shadow of himself climbing to a high position one day and taking charge of such a large sect.

He looked at his reflection in the cup and felt a fire burning in his heart.

At this moment, he saw his reflection in the cup suddenly change.

It turned into a strange woman's face covered in black veil.

The woman was smiling, but this strange scene made him throw the wine glass in his hand on the spot.

The wine glass shattered, but the woman's voice spread throughout the room.

"Do you want to? Maybe I can help you."

"Who are you?" Tian Dongjun looked around in horror, but there was no one in the dark room.

"Who am I?" The voice was erratic, "Naturally someone who can help you."

Tian Dongjun cheered up and stood still, and said, "If I'm not wrong, you should be the thief who attacked my teaching tonight, right?"

"You guys are so brave, you actually dare to come back."

"Aren't you afraid that I will report it to the leader and make it impossible for you to come and go?"

Sect Leader Yin chuckled and said, "You won't."

"Oh? That's your conclusion?"

Sect Master Yin's voice came: "You are not valued at all in Dongming Sect. If you follow the normal process, even if you spend your whole life, you will not get what you want."

"If you are willing to be a dog of the Dongming Cult for the rest of your life, you can bark at your leader a few times and see if he will reward you with a bone."

Tian Dongjun's expression was gloomy and uncertain: "Then how can I be sure that you are not the same person?"

Master Yin smiled and said: "We are just making a small transaction with you. Once the transaction is completed, we each get what we need."

Tian Dongjun became slightly interested: "Deal?"

"I have never interacted with you before, and I don't know your identity or reputation. Even if I just make a transaction, I will suffer a loss."

"After all, for beings like you, if you want to break the contract afterwards, I can't cause you any trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door suddenly opened, and then something flew from outside.

Tian Dongjun quickly caught it with his hands.

He looked down and saw a small jade bottle. When he opened the cork, a cold air floated out.

"This is a pill that can improve the cultivation of innate spiritual power." Master Yin said, "I heard that you descended from the gods have your own way of identifying. I don't need to say more whether it is true or false." (End of Chapter)