At dawn, Mu Hanyan finally closed the "Eight Gates Array" in his hand.
In the past few days, she has been practicing priestly magic arts without sleeping and eating, all kinds of mental magic arts in the library hall, and even the experience of past priests have been searched by her, but the improvement of her cultivation has become slower and slower.
Mu Hanyan knew that she had reached a bottleneck. Based on the experience of receiving the baptism of God last time, Mu Hanyan guessed that it was likely that she would need to open up a new hidden vein so that her strength could improve rapidly again. Conditional, obviously it is impossible to find a higher quality soul stone to open up the hidden veins for her. Therefore, in his free time, Mu Hanyan spent most of his time on formations, except for studying alchemy, medical skills and alchemy seals in the Continent of God.
According to Sikong Qinglan, "Eight Gates Divine Formation" is the oldest magical book of formations in the Continent of Gods. Although every temple has collections, the one in her hand is the original one, even the one in the main temple. They were all copied from the book in her hand.
Moreover, it is said that with the separation of the continents, the laws of the Continent of Gods have been undergoing subtle changes, and their cultivation methods, including the profound meanings of formations, have also changed accordingly, so the eight-door god formations of other temples have also made corresponding changes. There were quite a few revisions, but for some unknown reason, the one in Mu Hanyan's hand had not been revised by any of the priests and priests in the past, not even a single comment.
Mu Hanyan has seen the enthusiasm of those predecessors. Almost every practice book contains the experience and insights of the predecessors, but this "Eight Gates God Formation" does not have a single superfluous word. No one even filled in some obvious omissions that didn't make sense.
Secretly wondering, Mu Hanyan also paid special attention to this strange book of formations.
Locking himself in the officiant shrine on the second floor, Mu Hanyan studied and enlightened day and night for a full three days, but still didn't gain anything. The formation principles recorded in the "Eight Gates Divine Formation" can also be found in other ancient books on formation techniques. It cannot be said that they are so profound and profound, but many of them are incompatible with the current laws of the God's Continent and cannot be used at all.
But Mu Hanyan vaguely felt that this book, known as the oldest magic book in the Continent of Gods, was not as simple as it seemed to outsiders, but he hadn't realized the key yet.
After a few days of dripping rice, Mu Hanyan only felt hungry and had no choice but to suppress his strength. Imagine not eating or drinking for several months like before, or even relying on pills to survive for several years like those strong men in closed doors. Decades, obviously impossible.
Putting together the ancient books in his hands, Mu Hanyan walked downstairs.
"Oh, take it easy, take it easy."
"I'm already very light."
"It's not too light. It almost killed someone, you know?"
"Okay, then I'll take it easy."
"I won't come, take it easy and I won't come either."
"No, you promised to compete with me, you can't go."
"Not coming, you go find someone else."
"No, you promised me, and no one else will."
"Can't I go back on my word? Anyway, I'm not coming. Who do you want to compete with?"
"no."
"Bang... ouch, help, help!" When passing by the Hall of Spiritual Cultivation, Mu Hanyan heard a quarrel, and then Baby Ling's miserable cry for help.
At the door, several young priests were looking in, covering their mouths to keep from laughing out loud.
"What's wrong?" Mu Hanyan stepped forward and asked.
"I've met the chief priest! The right priest is discussing martial arts with priest Ling." Several young priests hurriedly saluted. Time passed day by day, and they gradually accepted the fact that Mu Hanyan became the officiant. Even though they were somewhat reluctant in their hearts, they still showed respect on the surface.
"Martial arts?" Mu Hanyan walked forward curiously.
When she came to the Huayu Temple, she learned more and more about the cultivation methods of the Continent of Gods. As far as she knew, because the power of the laws of the Continent of Gods was too pure and direct, low-level god priests could not bear the power of the wilderness. The Shuofeng, which cuts like a knife, is usually practiced in a temple protected by an enchantment, or a fief like Mujia Village is fine, but it is not as gentle and pure as the power of the law of the temple, and the speed of cultivation is much slower.
And as the strength gradually increases, especially after reaching the tenth-level god priest, the power of law in the enchantment of the temple cannot meet the needs of the priest's cultivation, so he has to go to the wasteland, or find an illusion like the holy court to practice, although At this time, the defense of the body has been strengthened a lot, but it can't resist the wind and torrent in the wasteland for a long time. Either use a magic weapon or a sacrificial robe made of alchemy to protect the body, or you can only practice a little martial arts.
With the financial resources of the Huayu Temple, which can't even fill the stomachs of the priests, it is of course impossible to have any decent magic weapon sacrificial robes. Practicing martial arts is their only choice.
However, Shen Yuhe is only an eighth-level god priest, and he is still far from the tenth level. There is no need to practice any martial arts so early.
Coming to the door with curiosity and looking in, Mu Hanyan was stunned.
In the Hall of Spiritual Cultivation, Ling Baobao galloped desperately around the main hall, running like a stray dog, his nose was blue, his face was swollen, and his forehead was bulging with several big bumps.
Behind him, Shen Yuhe was chasing wildly like an eagle catching a chick, flying out with fists and kicks from time to time, that cute doll's face was full of excitement and violence.
Accidentally, Ling Baobao was hooked and fell to the ground by Shen Yuhe's kick, and then, the priest on the right threw himself on Ling Baobao's body without any image, punching and kicking with a fist.
Mu Hanyan was dumbfounded, and a few black lines stood up on her forehead. It was the first time she knew that this right priest had a baby face, a gentle and peaceful face, and occasionally shy and blushing like Sikong Qinglan. , was so violent.
"Help, I've killed someone." Ling Baobao let out a pitiful and helpless wail.
"Cough...cough..." Mu Hanyan coughed twice.
Seeing Baobao Ling's bruised nose and swollen face, Miss Mu was full of sympathy. Although it wasn't the first time this little magician was chased, intercepted, beaten up and beaten, but being bullied like this by a woman, even Miss Mu couldn't stand it anymore.
"Master Officiant." Shen Yuhe looked back and saw Mu Hanyan, and stood up quickly, with her head slightly lowered, her face full of shyness, her hands were still fiddling with the corners of her clothes, she looked like a shy little sister next door.
If it weren't for the bruises on Ling Baobao's face and the unicorn-like blue bump on his forehead, Mu Hanyan would have wondered if he was hallucinating just now.
"You two are learning martial arts, why is there such a big commotion?" Mu Hanyan said dumbfounded seeing Ling Baobao's sad face. Looking at his appearance, those who didn't know thought what happened to Shen Yuhe.