Chapter 791 The Line in the Night

Zhong Lizi and Huaxi didn't understand these two simple lines of dialogue at all. However, Jiang Yuxia understood and knew that Jing Jiu was more difficult than he imagined. His face turned extremely pale, and he knelt down on the ground and said, "If this matter is related to my uncle, please forgive me...please leave him for a while to ask clearly."

Jing Jiu is a person who values ​​promises, no matter to others or to himself, so he still ignores her.

The priestess looked at her and said calmly, "I'll give you three minutes to convince him, otherwise no one will be able to save his life."

The night wind blew her sleeves and the petals on the water. Only then did she show the majesty of a priestess.

Thinking about the few lives left, thinking about her own life, she felt infinitely emotional, and said, "Will there be an internal rebellion just as you are about to embark on a new path?"

"It's not a rebellion, so you don't need to go." Jing Jiu looked at the grassland in the distance.

He didn't look at Jiang Yuxia when he spoke, so he wasn't talking to her.

Of course, everyone knew that he told her not to go.

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It may be to highlight the magnificence of the sacrificial hall, or it may be the tragic consequences of the last invasion of the Sea of ​​Dark Things. There are no buildings within hundreds of miles of the sacrificial hall, only the endless grassland.

In fact, the grassland is seriously desertified. The reason why it can remain green all year round is because the government spends a lot of money to maintain it. The soil is not rich in nutrients, and naturally there is no forest. It takes a long distance for a tree to appear.

The wild sky and low trees are naturally beautiful from the picture, but it is extremely inconvenient to hide.

So the cloaking device of the Mo family's high-speed aircraft has been activated all the time. As a result, the tree kept shaking and the leaves fell all over the ground.

Mr. Xia took off the fallen leaves on his shoulders expressionlessly, looked at the Patriarch of the Mo family and said, "Do you know what you are doing?"

The Patriarch of the Mo family stared into his eyes for a long time, then suddenly laughed, and said, "Isn't what I want to do what the priest family has wanted to do for hundreds of years?"

"You tricked me here because you wanted to do this in the name of the priest's family?" Mr. Xia said blankly, "What I want to remind you is that no matter how daring we are, we don't dare to disrespect the priest. Are you really not afraid that the whole family will be wiped out?"

On every planet, priestesses have a very high status, will receive the full support of the government and the military, and have the loyalty of priests and believers.

But the real power that allows the priestess to maintain her sanctity comes from the entirety of the priestess.

Any force that tries to provoke the dignity of the priestess will inevitably be collectively attacked by all the priestesses in the Galaxy Alliance.

History has long proved that no matter how powerful those forces appear to be, they can only usher in the end of being wiped out in the end.

The priest family represented by Mr. Xia has served priestesses on Stargate Planet for countless generations. They do have their own ambitions, but they are limited to letting the family cultivate a priestess, and they absolutely dare not commit acts of rebellion.

After he learned of the priestess' intentions tonight, his will became very depressed, but he didn't dare to resist. This was the reason.

"Of course I'm afraid, that's why I need you, and through you, I will transfer people from the priest family and people you can influence out of the altar."

The Patriarch of the Mo family looked at him and smiled and said, "And don't worry, if you give me ten thousand courage, I will not dare to show any disrespect to the priest, nor will I touch your daughter, but if those people dare to leave the sacrificial hall, they must die."

A mocking smile suddenly appeared on Mr. Xia's wood-like face, and he said, "Do you know who is in the sacrificial hall at this time? How dare you say such a thing."

The Patriarch of the Mo family was slightly taken aback, and said, "You mean...the officer?"

At the selection site for the priestess, he saw the attitude of the chief executive and the base director towards the girl officer, and he guessed that the other party should have an extraordinary background.

"You don't know anything about the background of the priest's lineage. You dare to reach out casually. You really don't know how to write the word dead."

After Mr. Xia said this, he ignored him, walked under the tree, leaned against the tree trunk and closed his eyes to rest, obviously waiting for him to die.

The Patriarch of the Mo family was silent for a long time, looked at the stars in the night sky, and murmured in a very low voice: "The problem is, the power of some people... I know it, so what can I do?"

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A corner of the gray curtain was suddenly lifted, and then put down almost roughly.

I really don't know what kind of material this curtain is made of, but after swinging it a few times, it returned to absolute flatness.

"I received a message from the fleet that there is an abnormal start..."

Ran Handong rubbed his messy hair, walked towards the priestess with his military cap in his right hand, suddenly saw Jing Jiu, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who are you?"

She left the fleet for vacation, and just arrived at the Stargate base today, and was asked by the priestess to preside over the second assessment. She was not tired, but after relaxing her body, she felt sleepy, so she took a nap—she didn't care much about who would become the next priestess of the Stargate.

Jing Jiu ignored her.

Ran Handong stopped staring at him, and said to the priestess: "Auntie, I took a look just now, and many people in the sacrificial hall have left."

The priestess glanced at Jiang and Xia.

Jiang Yuxia knew that the priest family must have played some role in it, and his face turned even paler.

"But it doesn't matter, we will stay here for a while, no one can attack the sacrificial hall anyway."

Ran Handong put the military cap on his head, and said: "I have already notified the fleet, and there will be warships coming down in a while, and then all those guys will be arrested and sent to court-martial. What a bunch of idiots...how dare they think about the sacrificial hall."

To her surprise, the priestess ignored her and asked Jing Jiu softly, "What do you mean?"

The priestess deliberately showed indifference, but Ran Handong still saw the deep respect she had hidden, and was very surprised, wondering who this blue-clothed boy was?

Jing Jiu didn't want to waste time on these trivial matters, so he got up and said, "Let's go."

These words were naturally spoken to Zhong Lizi, just like speaking to the disciples of Shenmo Peak in that world.

Zhong Lizi didn't even think about it, he got up quickly, lifted the hem of his sacrificial robe, and followed in small steps, just like those disciples of Shenmo Peak.

She completely forgot that she was the successor of the priestess and should remain in the shrine.

Looking at this scene, Huaxi covered her mouth, completely speechless.

Ran Handong's lips moved slightly, looking at the two figures that had disappeared beyond the gray curtain, he turned to the priestess and said, "This is the heir you have chosen? Could it be something in your head..."

Her voice stopped abruptly, because the priestess had already prostrated herself on the ground, saying goodbye to the figure outside the curtain.

Jiang Yuxia came to his senses and quickly got up and chased them out.

Jing Jiu and Zhong Lizi had already arrived at the main hall of the sacrificial hall, and walked outside along the long stone path.

The bishop guarding the second city bowed and followed the footsteps below the stone path, sweating on his forehead anxiously, trying to persuade the two of them. There are countless dangers hidden in the night outside the sacrificial hall. For safety... He suddenly thought of Jing Jiu's identity, and thought to himself, ah, gods are omnipotent, so why would they care about the malice of mortals?

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The night outside the sacrificial hall was very dark, as if it was about to swallow this magnificent building.

More than a dozen bishops and Jiang Yuxia followed them to the main entrance of the sacrificial hall and stopped.

The long white stone steps are like a passage from the abyss to the Kingdom of God. The front is quiet, only the sound of the wind blowing the weeds can be heard, and the scattered trees in the wilderness can be faintly seen in the distance.

There are a few shining stars on the highest part of the night sky, which are battleships preparing to return.

The quiet late night seems to be safe, but in fact, I don't know how many cold eyes are watching here.

Jing Jiu signaled Zhong Lizi to follow behind him, and walked down the stone steps without any hesitation.

An hour ago, he was still here to accept the salutes of countless big figures and people, but now he is going to flee?

Thinking of this, Zhong Lizi felt a little complicated, but he didn't stop, and followed Jing Jiu closely.

Jiang Yuxia and the bishops watched their footsteps nervously, and occasionally looked up into the night, wanting to see the beasts that were ready to attack at any time.

Nothing happened, Zhong Lizi's footsteps landed on the stone steps, making a clear sound.

When he walked down the last stone step, Jing Jiu suddenly... stopped in his tracks.

No matter how bad the wind and rain are, he can go wherever he wants, and no one or anything can stop him, even if the world is destroyed before his eyes.

What happened or things stopped him?

Zhong Lizi didn't expect him to stop so quickly, he couldn't react in time, and bumped into his back.

There were a few soft rubbing sounds.

Several lines appeared on the blue tracksuit.

There were also several lines on the trousers.

Several lines appeared on Jing Jiu's face.

The night wind blew gently, and those lines swayed like water ripples, and gradually separated, forming a breach.

Of course, the lines on his face only slightly sank, and then returned to normal.

It turned out that there were many invisible lines in the air in front of him.