Chapter 1872

Afterwards, the one who cheered was Sikong Qinglan whose face was flushed so excited that he almost followed Ou Dechuan's footsteps and fainted on the spot.

Then, there was Wen Gaoren whose lips were trembling with excitement.

Although Mu Hanyan was determined to obtain the legendary treasure of heaven and earth and exhausted her mind, but before that, who would have believed that she was really capable of defeating powerful enemies and winning the final victory.

And with Mu Hanyan's final victory, the Huayu Temple once again appeared in front of all the priests as a strong man. Who would have thought that just a few months ago, this one of the oldest temples in the Continent of Gods had almost reached the brink of destruction, anyone could be bullied, anyone could step on it.

Looking at Mu Hanyan's beautiful face and graceful figure, Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe cheered heartily, but tears burst out of their eyes involuntarily.

There were thunderous cheers from the audience.

Although this competition was completely different from the previous ones, and in the end, Mu Hanyan won without a fight, and with his absolute strength, he forced the other priests to abstain and admit defeat. Ao Li's battle had brought too much shock and aftertaste to everyone.

Even after many years, recalling these two battles still made them proud to witness Mu Hanyan's rise with their own eyes.

"I declare that the final winner of the competition among the temples in this god sacrifice ceremony is the dean of the Flower Rain Temple—Mu Hanyan!" As the old priest came to the stage again, the emotions of the crowd below were completely ignited.

While speaking, the old priest handed over a beast egg that was a little bigger than a griffin's egg to Mu Hanyan's hands.

Beast eggs? Mu Hanyan was a little surprised. It's not that this rare treasure of heaven and earth that comes out once in a million years is of no benefit to the priest himself, but it is of great benefit to the temple. How could it be a beast egg? You must know that most of the hatched beast eggs are strange beasts, or even divine beasts, which should be good for the priest, right?

With doubts, Mu Hanyan took the egg.

Immediately, she realized that she was wrong, this was not a beast egg, but a seed.

Mu Hanyan wondered if he had misread it, and then probed into it with his divine sense to make sure that he was not mistaken. This is indeed a seed. The pattern-like veins on the surface and the germ teeth full of vitality inside are all seeds. clear and distinct.

It was hard for Mu Hanyan to imagine what kind of plant's seed it was that could grow so huge, and it was even harder to imagine that after millions of years, this seed still had such vigorous vitality.

"What kind of seed is this?" Mu Hanyan asked subconsciously.

"You ask me, and I ask who to go to. In short, you should remember one thing. This seed must wait until you return to the Flower Rain Temple before planting it. Otherwise, if it is cheaper for the Tianyang Temple, don't blame me." The old priest smiled. Said.

It can be seen that although both Long Aoli and his son were defeated by Mu Hanyan and lost all face, the old priest did not remember Mu Hanyan's grudge. Maybe it's because I'm too old, I've already looked down on fame and fortune.

"Will it germinate after planting it?" Mu Hanyan asked again.

After all, it is a seed that has been bred for millions of years, she dare not be careless, it is better to ask clearly.

"It may require a little spiritual power, just like hatching a beast's egg, but I'm not sure, try it yourself." The old priest said.

"Thank you very much." Seeing that he didn't know much about this kind of seed, Mu Hanyan thanked him and didn't ask any more questions.

At first, I thought the old priest was annoying when he was jumping up and down, but now that he didn't feel hostile towards him because of Long Aoli and his son, Mu Hanyan had a good impression of him.

Amidst the cheers of everyone in the audience, Mu Hanyan walked down the high platform, and the ritual of worshiping the gods was successfully concluded. At least for Mu Hanyan, such a result could not be more satisfactory.

Watching Mu Hanyan leave, Chu Yanghe and the others had complicated expressions. With such strength at such a young age, this Mu Hanyan's future achievements should be astonishing. Perhaps, it won't be long before he will become an existence that they can only look up to. In fact, the current Mu Hanyan is enough Let them stand still.

Thinking of the fact that everyone joined forces to fight against him before, they all regretted it. But fortunately, they stopped in time, and finally stood on Mu Hanyan's side, not being instigated by Ou Mingzhi again, and Mu Hanyan also expressed some kindness to some extent, so they still had a chance to repair their relationship.

All the chief priests were silent, but the same thought came to mind: How can I show my favor to Mu Hanyan so that she can let go of her past suspicions?

Among the crowd below the stands, a man with a stern expression was also watching Mu Hanyan's back as he receded further and further away, his eyes gradually becoming serious. He is the owner of that dragon from the depths of the wasteland.

"Could it be her?" the man said as if talking to himself.

"Who?" The young man who followed him like a shadow subconsciously asked.

"An old friend is also the only strong enemy in my life." The man raised his head and said leisurely.

That gaze was so profound, as if through time and space, memories from tens of thousands of years ago resurfaced in his heart again.

As expected, she is still alive, the ninth reincarnation, which one is this? It should be the last life.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a cold murderous intent.

...

Back at Gu's house, as soon as he got off the carriage, Mu Hanyan saw a sneaky figure in the corner, Long Wudang, why did he come here at this time?

At this time, most of the priests of the Tianyang Temple must hate him to the bone, and Long Wudang actually dared to come to meet him, so he is not afraid of leaking the news and being beaten to death by Long Aoli?

"Why are you here?" Mu Hanyan stepped forward and asked Long Wudang in a low voice, while carefully looking around. Long Wudang kindly reminded her before, so that she had a good impression of him, and she didn't want to hurt him.

But she didn't know that Long Wudang didn't want to come, but he couldn't do it if he didn't come. If he didn't get the antidote for a day, he couldn't feel at ease. He tossed and turned every night and couldn't sleep. I'm afraid it will end in depression.

Seeing the disastrous defeat of Long Wucuo's last sword, he suddenly realized that he had guessed wrong. The Chaos Sword had indeed fallen into Mu Hanyan's hands, but even Long Wucuo himself didn't know it, so his heart ached. Dading, hurry up and ask for the antidote.

Fortunately, both his father and elder brother were seriously injured, and the Long family was in chaos, so no one would notice him if he left for a while. When thinking of the word "fortunately", Long Wudang felt a little weird, as if he was really unfilial...

"Didn't I come here to ask for an antidote?" Long Wucuo looked at Mu Hanyan pitifully.

"What antidote?" Mu Hanyan looked at him suspiciously.