Cang Lanxue was slightly stunned. This human man named Luo Yang actually asked her if she was interested in the authority of the second-class apostles in Xingbo Palace.

"Do you know? This kind of authority has now disappeared. If you go to Xingbo Temple one day, you can get extremely powerful positions."

Hearing Cang Lanxue say this, Luo Yang knew that she was already moved, shook her head and chuckled, "Hehe, what can I do when I go to Xingbo Temple by myself? Without a strong clan as a backer, I can obtain at most a few honorary titles, which is easy to arouse jealousy. But transferring the authority of the second-class apostle to you is completely different. You can synthesize the authority of the first-class apostle and obtain the authority of the Holy Priest."

"Luo Yang, you are indeed coming for the authority of the Holy Priest." Cang Lanxue frowned. When she heard the three words "Holy Priest", she knew that the other party knew the details.

"What, is there any difficulty? This is a good thing about pie falling from the sky. I give up my authority and I will have no say in the temple system in the future."

"Hmph, you have lost your voice, but you can compete with the temple system through me. In this way, even if you want to control this temple in the Frost City, it will be easy."

Cang Lanxue had no good face, and the slave seal on her forehead reminded her that she was Luo Yang's slave, and that this kind of puppet sage priest would not be willing to be on anyone.

"Yes, I'm going to control the temple under my feet through you. However, at least you can help me avoid the enemy's sniping at the critical moment. With this kind of affection, I won't be fishing in the pond."

Luo Yang did not hide his thoughts. Although this woman was so beautiful, he did not have any idea of ​​pitying the beauty. Investment naturally had to collect returns, otherwise how could he survive outside?

"You are really." Cang Lanxue sneered, and her anger rose in her heart. She saved Luo Yang and made herself look like this. Not only did the other party not have the kindness to unlock the slave seal, but instead became more aggressive in exploiting it. All the plans were already vain.

"I think this is a win-win situation." Luo Yang didn't care and spread his hands.

He saw Cang Lanxue's expression in his eyes and suddenly asked: "Do you think I will untie the slave seal just because you stood up at a critical moment? Isn't this what a slave should do? Isn't it because he is beautiful, so he thinks he can be special?"

"You..." Canglanxue was angry. No matter how approachable she was, she was influenced by the atmosphere of the Taicang clan. You should know that the human race is a vassal race of the Taicang clan, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a younger brother. In her eyes, people like Luo Yang were kneeling down on the edge of their skirts and could not be ranked, but fate was so unfair to her.

"Oh, are you angry?"

Luo Yang was not seeing her, and looked at Cang Lanxue with a smile and casually explained: "I will hand over the authority to you now. You have to help me detect the movements of the enemy, and monitor various blocks of Fushuang City. In addition, you will pay credit to the temple and buy what I want. Anyway, as your priest, you can owe a huge sum of money in each temple. Haha, it depends on you for the future to have a good time and the spicy food."

"Bastard" Cang Lan will not make any noise. Even if she becomes the sacred priest and goes to the temple to make a maximum credit, if it reaches a certain level, it will cause many adverse consequences. At that time, Luo Yang can push Yu Jingjing and push her to the front desk, and I don't know when and when will she pay off her debts.

"Hey, there are too many lice, and you won't worry about debt. In this situation of the Taicang tribe, what else do you have to do with reputation? Listen to me, from today on, we will be a credit duo, and go in when we see the temple and empty the temple's accumulation." Luo Yang smiled at Cang Lanxue, full of banditry.

Cang Lanxue listened to this. Thinking about the situation of the Taicang clan, it was so bad that it was so bad, and the riots of all races were rioting, so the temple probably wouldn't avoid it, so how could it hit the head?

In this way, face is really worthless, so it is better to seek some benefits in order to find another way back one day for your family.

Cang Lanxue thought a lot, and finally bit her lip and said, "Okay, just use credit on credit. I am a female slave. I will suffer a little. Let's go to 37."

Luo Yang was stunned and then laughed: "Hahaha, even if you can teach me, you will definitely not be able to open a sanqi, because only if I grow up quickly can I better protect you, so you can only occupy half of the share. When will you enter the holy level, let's talk about sanqi."

"Do you think you can suppress me at the level? You still want to enslave me when you reach the holy level?" Cang Lanxue raised his eyebrows and looked at this local boy from the human race with a bad look.

"Xiaoxue, you are a female slave. You must learn to be humble in front of me." Luo Yang curled his smile, closed his eyes, and suddenly the endless fighting spirit rose up on his body, which made the secret room buzz.

"Power thousands of troops, create glory, level 8 war master, fierce and domineering"

At this moment, the Thousand Army Seals entered the Great Perfection Realm and were still madly improving. The Xuantian War Patterns had been eaten 99% of them, and only the last twelve golden virtual patterns were left to superimpose them together.

Cang Lanxue was stunned and a little at a loss.

She remembered that before entering the secret room, Luo Yang was obviously a Level 4 War Lord, but why did he become a Level 8 War Lord just after twenty days? This speed of improvement is too amazing, right? Even in the Taicang clan, only those most holy saints could do it when they were young.

"So strong, he is so strong..."

Not to mention how surprised Cang Lanxue was, Luo Yang has gained great benefits at this moment.

Although the Xuantian battle pattern is integrated with the will of the God of War, the will of the God of War is a very high-end thing, and it only reaches the lowest mark that can be driven and utilized.

Obtaining the Thousand Army Seal is different, it is equivalent to obtaining most of the inheritance of the God of War.

Luo Yang deepened his consciousness, used war to support war, used violence to fight violence, and worked hard on the battlefield that the God of War had experienced. He also used the yellow grind seal to achieve the effect of a thousand years of blinking and a thousand years of storm, so the promotion speed was super fast.

"Level 8 War Lord, natal war weapon," Luo Yang appeared under Luo Yang's body. The bright light mirror hung behind his head, and the Taichong Sword lay on his knees, and the cruel fighting spirit grew in his heart.

This cruelty is like a ferocious beast in the universe, coming from the endless years of war.

Mingguang Mirror screamed strangely: "My God, what are you going to do?"

Luo Yang said quickly: "Taichong sword is not cruel enough. The eighth-level war master began to establish the path he would take in the future. I first tried the cruel fighting spirit, and then tried the arrogant fighting spirit, and then the domineering fighting spirit. You all became my natal fighting weapon, and it was also the enlightenment weapon."

"Are you going to step onto the emperor's path today? It is never a good thing to advance too fast. Others have to think for at least twenty years, and be cautious before they can take this step. Although there is a yellow seal that can be tried in a dream for a thousand years, it is not a real experience after all. Maybe you will embark on a road without returning." Ming Guangjing tried his best to dissuade him. He did not want to see Luo Yang flashing in the pan and becoming a meteor that flashed in the night sky.

"Don't worry, I know it."
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