At dawn, Mu Hanyan finally closed the "Eight Doors Divine Array" in his hand.

These days, she has been cultivating priestly divine art of forgetting to sleep and eat, all kinds of mind and divine art in the library, and even the experience of the priests of the past generations have been turned over by her, but the improvement of her cultivation has become more and more slow.

Mu Hanyan knew that she had reached a bottleneck. Based on the experience of receiving God’s baptism last time, Mu Hanyan guessed that she might need to open up new hidden veins before her strength could increase rapidly again, and she appeared in the Temple of Flower Rain. With the conditions, it is obviously impossible to find a higher quality soul stone to open up the hidden veins for her. Therefore, in his spare time, Mu Hanyan spent most of his time on the formation in addition to studying the alchemy and alchemy seal of the continent of the gods.

"Eight Gate God Formation", according to Sikong Qinglan, is the oldest book of formations in the Continent of Gods. Although every temple has a collection, the one in her hand is the original, even the one in the main temple. They were all copied from this one in her hands.

Moreover, it is said that with the separation of the continent, the laws of the continent of Gods have been undergoing subtle changes, and their cultivation methods, including the formation method, are also changing accordingly, so the Eight Gate God Arrays in other temples have also made corresponding changes. There were a lot of revisions, but Mu Hanyan had no idea what the reason was for this one in Mu Hanyan's hands. None of the priests and chief priests of the past made any revisions, and there was even no commentary.

Mu Hanyan has seen the enthusiasm of those predecessors swiping their pens. Almost every practice book contains the experience and insights of the predecessors. However, there is no extra word in the "Eight Gates Divine Array". No one can easily add even some obvious missing words and unreasonable places.

He was secretly surprised, and Mu Hanyan also paid special attention to this strange formation book.

Shutting himself in the second-floor priest's temple, Mu Hanyan spent three days full of enlightenment day and night, but still did not gain anything. The formations recorded in the "Eight Gates Divine Array" can also be found in other ancient books of formations. It is not so profound, but many of them are incompatible with the current rules of the Continent of Gods and cannot be used at all.

But Mu Hanyan faintly felt that this book, known as the oldest magical array of the Continent of Gods, was not as simple as outsiders seemed, but he hadn't realized the key.

After a few days of dripping rice, Mu Hanyan only felt hungry. There was no way, her strength was suppressed. She imagined that she did not eat or drink for a few months, and even those strong people who were in retreat could only rely on pill for several years. For decades, it is obviously impossible.

Closing the ancient book in his hand, Mu Hanyan walked downstairs.

"Oh, you tap, tap."

"I'm already very light."

"It's also light, you almost killed someone, you know?"

"Well, then I'll be gentle."

"No, I won't come anymore."

"No, you promised to learn from me, you can't go."

"It's not coming, you find someone else."

"No, you promised me, and no one else will."

"I can't regret it, anyway, I won't come anyway, you are willing to discuss with whom to discuss with whom."

"No way."

"Bang...Oh, help, help!" Mu Hanyan heard a quarrel when passing by the Xiu Ling Temple, and then there was Ling Bao Bao's miserable cry for help.

At the door, several young priests were peeking in, covering their mouths to prevent themselves from laughing.

"What's the matter?" Mu Hanyan asked.

"I have seen the master priest! The right priest is discussing martial arts with the Ling priest." Several young priests hurriedly saluted. As time passed, they gradually accepted the fact that Mu Hanyan had become the chief priest. Even if they were somewhat reluctant in their hearts, they were still respectful on the surface.

"Martial arts?" Mu Hanyan walked forward curiously.

When she came to the Temple of Flower Rain, 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, the low-level priests of the gods could not bear the wasteland. That wind like a knife cut is usually practiced in a temple guarded by enchantment, or a fief like Mujiacun, but it is not as gentle and pure as the law of the temple, and the speed of cultivation is much slower.

And as the strength gets higher, especially after reaching the tenth-order **** priest, the power of the law in the temple barrier cannot meet the priests' training needs, so they have to go to the wasteland or find the illusion similar to the holy court to practice, although At this time, the body's defense has been strengthened a lot, but it can't resist the rush of wind in the wilderness for a long time. Either with the help of magical instruments or alchemy-made sacrificial robes, or you can only practice a little martial arts.

With the financial resources of the Huayu Temple that can't even fill the belly of the priests, of course it is impossible to have any decent ritual robes, and practicing martial arts is their only choice.

However, Shen Yuhe was only a priest of the eighth order, and he was far from the tenth order. There was no need to practice martial arts so early.

With curiosity coming to the door and looking in, Mu Hanyan was stunned.

In the Xiu Ling Hall, Bao Bao Ling ran desperately around the main hall, ill like a bereaved dog, with a blue nose, swollen forehead and a few big bags.

Behind him, Shen Yuhe chased like an eagle catching a chicken, fists and feet flew out from time to time, the cute baby's face was full of excitement and violence.

If she was not careful, Ling Baobao was hooked to the ground by Shen Yuhe, and then, the right priest leaped onto Ling Baobao without any image, and he swiped the powder fist like a punch and kick.

Mu Hanyan was dumbfounded, and a few black lines were erected on her forehead. She knew for the first time that this was a baby-faced, gentle and peaceful face, and occasionally the right priest who was shy and blushing like Sikong Qinglan. , Is so violent.

"Help, I killed someone." Ling Baobao let out a miserable and helpless cry.

"Cough...cough..." Mu Hanyan coughed slightly.

Seeing Ling Baobab's blue nose and swollen face, Miss Mu was full of sympathy. Although it wasn't the first time this little **** stick was chased, blocked, and beaten by people, it was so bullied by a woman that even Miss Mu couldn't stand it anymore.

"Master priest." Shen Yuhe turned his head and saw Mu Hanyan, and quickly stood up, hung his head slightly, his face was shy, his hands were still playing with the corners of his clothes, how he looked like a shy and shy little sister next door.

If it weren't for the bruise on Baby Ling's face and the unicorn-like green bag on her forehead, Mu Hanyan would have doubted whether she had hallucinations just now.

"You are learning martial arts, why is such a big movement?" Seeing the sadness on Bao Bao Ling's face, Mu Hanyan said dumbly. Looking at what he looked like, people who didn't know thought what happened to Shen Yuhe.