Chapter 14 Ancient Artifact Wild Seal ()

"But the light of white jade?"

Ding Zhan was almost knocked down: the light of white jade is not the light of white jade, is it the light of black jade?

The high priest does not distinguish between colors?

I didn't want to answer this mentally retarded question, but the high priest looked at him in a daze. Ding Zhan could only nod: "Yes, the light of the white jade is not the light of the black jade."

"Infused in golden light?"

Ding Zhan was completely impressed: "Yes!"

"White Jade Light? White Jade Light!" The high priest murmured, and fell into deep thought.

"Young man! Are you sure it's the white jade light? Can you tell me more in detail? Are there any other clues and traces?" The high priest looked at Ding Zhan again.

"Are other clues and traces?"

"A hazy white jade pattern suddenly shone in the sharp golden light, as if...it seems..." She looked like thinking hard: "By the way! It looks like a white jade pagoda pattern shining rapidly in the golden light."

"The pattern of the White Jade Pagoda?" The high priest's face changed: "The light of the White Jade Pagoda pattern is flying towards you in the golden light?"

"Yes! Then I was surrounded and controlled by the golden light, almost swallowed by the soul of the monster. I really did nothing."

"Could it be?" The high priest looked at Ding Zhan in a daze, almost saying it: Could it be that the artifact has recognized its master?

Don't dare to talk nonsense!

The high priest suddenly "chewed", and a circle of purple light surrounded him, about one meter, and his curled body "cruffed" and gradually grew up in the purple light.

Ding Zhan was stunned: This?

The purple light kept shining, and the old and curled high priest turned into a strong, tall old man who was 1.8 meters tall.

The high priest is not a false reputation.

After being in seclusion for more than 500 years, the high priest extended his life by slowing down his actions.

After recovering from fighting body, the high priest sang a difficult mantra passed down from each generation of high priests. A golden talisman appeared in the changing handprints, and suddenly threw it towards Ding Zhan.

"boom!"

A huge explosion, the golden light quickly blew Ding Zhan's shirt into pieces, revealing his majestic and handsome naked upper body. The light roamed and flew in a flash, gathering on Ding Zhan's chest.

The pattern of the White Jade Pagoda!

A faint white jade pagoda pattern suddenly appeared on Ding Zhan's chest skin, shining with bright golden light. There was also a golden white jade pagoda pattern behind Ding Zhan.

Everyone was stunned!

The guards of the Zilong Demon Suppression Mansion, the guardians and elders of the Zilong Demon Suppression Mansion, the palace master Zi Fengying and the junior sister Zi Fengxue all looked at each other in surprise, looking at Ding Zhan in surprise.

"This is?"

"Is it the "Wild Seal"?"

The Lord of Zilong Palace shouted in disbelief: "Is there really a "Wild Seal"?"

"Master!" The Lord of Zilong Mansion looked at the high priest.

"It's indeed the "Wild Seal". The artifact actually recognized its master." The high priest murmured to himself.

The golden light gradually darkened, the white jade pagoda pattern on the chest gradually subsided, and Ding Zhan returned to normal.

Unless you kill Ding Zhan, you may not be able to recover this artifact, but if Ding Zhan kills him and retrieves the "Wild Seal". If the artifact does not recognize others, who can exert the power of the artifact?

besides!

The Lord of the Purple Dragon Palace and the High Priest have no idea how to use the artifact "Wild Seal" and what effects it has. Even if it is given to the High Priest himself, he may not be able to play it.

Do you want to kill Ding Zhan?

The high priest remembered the ancient prophecy: the wilderness seal appears, the monsters are revived, the ferocious beasts are coming, and the secrets of heaven are disordered...

"Master!" The Lord of Zilong Palace woke up the high priest who was pondering.

He looked up at Ding Zhan. The handsome young man was indeed different from others. He said to Ding Zhan: "Come with me!" He also said to the Lord of Zilong Palace: "Let's go to the altar!"

"What's wrong?"

The sudden change made Ding Zhan confused, but fortunately it seemed like a good thing.

Ding Zhan took out a top from the storage ring and put it on it, followed the high priest towards the altar. The palace masters Zi Fengying and Zi Fengxue were also strange. However, the high priest was silent at this time, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The twin little beauty pulled Ding Zhan tightly, not leaving Ding Zhan at all, and walked towards the altar where the ceremony of worshiping the heavens was held.

On the altar!

The high priest took out nine turtle shell items and murmured the spell. The nine turtle shells quickly rotated on the altar, forming a purple dragon's light pattern, flying towards the distant night sky.

"Purple Dragon Nine Heavens Hexagram!"

The high priest shouted to the sky, and the purple dragon pattern shining with the nine turtle shells actually caused a light from the sky, shining on the nine turtle shells.

"Dingdong...Dingdong..."

The nine turtle shells suddenly stopped rotating and lay in a mess on the altar. The high priest was exhausted and stared at the "Purple Dragon Nine Heavens Gua" on the altar.

Turns out you are telling fortunes!

After a long time, the frowning high priest fainted in his heart: I can't see through it! It is obviously not an unsolvable hexagram, but it is about to indicate something, but it is hazy and covered with smoke, and I cannot see through the secrets of heaven inside.

Not convinced!

The high priest looked at Ding Zhan, who was good at fortune-telling and face-telling, wanted to see some mystery from Ding Zhan's face, and then he found that Ding Zhan's face was hazy and covered with smoke, as unseen as the hexagrams on the table.

Can't calculate Ding Zhan's fate?

Could it be!

The high priest's heart sank. Could it be the legendary appearance of destiny?

Such a face: either destined to heaven or mastered by oneself, and it cannot be speculated or influenced by others at all.
Chapter completed!