After the sect was destroyed, the whole continent relied on me to ascend

When the counterfeit opened his eyes for the second time, he turned his eyes and his vision went dark, with a shadow cast from the top of his head.

The counterfeiter raised his eyes and met Luo Jiuqiu's eyes, who had silently stepped forward.

The air was dead quiet.

The counterfeit felt a chill inexplicably, and his Adam's apple slid.

"Ha." Luo Jiuqiu sneered.

When the three female priests from the Fengshen clan arrived, they saw two Baihe at a glance, one lying down and the other kneeling.

The one lying down was covered with clothes and had a pillow under his head. He was sleeping peacefully and had a normal expression. He looked like he was asleep.

The one who was sitting on his knees had a long string of big bruises on his head, his neck was red and swollen, his eyebrows were cold, and his face was expressionless.

The three priestesses were dumbfounded for a moment, not knowing what was happening in front of them.

Finally, a female priest was a little bolder, raised her hand to Luo Jiuqiu, and said, "May I ask Sect Leader Luo, what did you do to the White Tiger Lord?"

The one who was sitting on his knees raised his eyes and glanced at Luo Jiuqiu when he heard the keyword.

As soon as Luo Jiuqiu raised his eyes, the kneeling person immediately knelt down obediently. His posture was straight, his waist erect, and his legs straight. He only dared to kneel and did not dare to sit again.

Luo Jiuqiu looked away, curled his lips and sneered, saying: "You said between the two Baihes here, which one is real and which one is fake, and which one is the White Tiger God?"

The three priestesses' minds were racing, but they still couldn't react.

Luo Jiuqiu raised his forehead and said: "In such a big Fengshen clan, you are the only priests? Didn't Wuming brag that the Fengshen clan has three thousand priests?"

The three priestesses looked bitter and a little aggrieved. One of them, as a representative, said: "There were originally three thousand, but more than half of them did not obey the orders and were killed by the high priest himself. Some of them were either dying or dying. Seriously injured and on the verge of death, he fell into petrification and faked death.”

Another priestess added: "The only three thousand priests who can still stand and speak are the three of us and the high priest."

"Clap clap clap!"

Luo Jiuqiu applauded and praised sincerely: "The Fengshen clan is really wonderful!"

The three female priests had an intuition that Luo Jiuqiu was taunting him, but they had no evidence. Moreover, Luo Jiuqiu was fierce and ruthless, and there was an even more terrifying and abnormal Nine-Slay Sword Lord standing next to him. They did not dare to refute him at all.

Luo Jiuqiu felt that she had accidentally learned the truth. Most of the three thousand priests of the Fengshen clan were killed by Wu Ming. Now the remaining three stupid ones are alive only because they are stupid and easy to control.

No wonder Wuming always looks cynical and resentful. It turns out that he is tired of supporting a clan by himself.

But it’s also a nameless self-inflicted mistake.

Luo Jiuqiu couldn't understand it, but he admired Wu Ming very much. He had strange hobbies and liked to do things on his own.

After retracting his divergent thoughts, Luo Jiuqiu looked at the impostor who was kneeling upright beside him and said to the three priestesses: "This person climbed out of the coffin and calls himself the White Tiger God."

Then, Luo Jiuqiu pointed to Bai He lying beside him and said, "This is the body of my apprentice."

Hearing this, the counterfeit glanced at the sleeping Bai He, with the corners of his mouth lowered and his eyes showing disgust.

Luo Jiuqiu didn't even turn his head. He raised his hand and waved the scabbard, and instantly hit the imposter on the head.

The counterfeit face was expressionless, as if unconscious.

The three priestesses: "..."

Luo Jiuqiu continued: "Tell me, which one is the real Bai He?"

The three priestesses looked at the lying ones and then at the kneeling ones. Each one was bigger than the other, but Luo Jiuqiu insisted on telling them the reason.

Luo Jiuqiu said: "Find out what this counterfeit is, and then wake up Bai He. In three days, I want the answer, otherwise, I will have three priests from the Fengshen clan."

The three priestesses all trembled and wanted to refute, but as soon as they opened their mouths, they were slapped to the ground by Yun Fu's sleeve.

Luo Jiuqiu asked: "Why, do you have any questions?"

The three priestesses vomited blood and replied: "No problem..."

Luo Jiuqiu smiled slightly, very satisfied, and then turned to look at Luo Yao.There are specialties in the art, and the matter of distinguishing the four gods is naturally better left to the priests of the gods.

Luo Jiuqiu felt that there was no problem with his orders.

As soon as Luo Jiuqiu left, the three priestesses immediately cried out and used secret methods to contact Wu Ming and cry out what happened.

When Wuming heard the appearance of the two White Tiger Gods, his brows jumped and he hurried back.

Three days later, Luo Jiuqiu appeared at the altar on time.

On the altar, the one Luo Jiuqiu thought was the impostor had been untied and was sitting with his legs crossed, majestic and cold, expressionless.

But Bai He still lay motionless with his eyes closed.

Wuming and the three priestesses under her frowned more and more.

As soon as Luo Jiuqiu appeared, everyone looked up and looked over.

Luo Jiuqiu looked at Wuming and asked without hope: "What did the high priest gain?"

I never thought that Wuming would actually gain something.

Wuming said: "The soul of the White Tiger God left the body, so he fell asleep and couldn't wake up. However, the awakened God has no human soul or soul in his body. It is like a projection."

Luo Jiuqiu frowned and said, "Speak humanly."

The corner of Wuming's mouth twitched, and Haoxuan resisted the urge to take action.

Wuming took a deep breath and re-explained: "In short, your disciple's soul left his body, leaving only an empty shell. And the person who woke up in the coffin was neither a living person nor a living god. He was locked in the body. There is a soul projection in it, only a vague memory from his lifetime."

Luo Jiuqiu still frowned, not bothering to understand, and said: "So?"

Wuming almost couldn't breathe. If someone else was so annoying, she would kill her immediately.

Wuming said patiently: "So, both are White Tiger Gods, one is the reincarnated body of the God, and the other is the memory carrier of the God's previous life."

Luo Jiuqiu's brows spread and he said: "As expected of the high priest, wonderful and powerful."

nameless:"……"

Wuming endured it again and again, but still wanted to beat Luo Jiuqiu to death.

Luo Jiuqiu finally took a look at the so-called memory carrier where the big horse golden sword sat.

Let’s call him Shirakawa Er.

Bai Heer's whole body had subconsciously tensed up since Luo Jiuqiu appeared. At this moment, when Luo Jiuqiu took a look, he stood up reflexively.

Bai Heer was still very tough-talking, with a stiff face, and said: "Human, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Heer was slapped by Luo Jiuqiu and flew ten feet away.

Wuming was shocked and shouted: "Luo Jiuqiu!"

The three priestesses trembled.

Bai Heer silently got up from the ground, his face expressionless.

It's just a memory carrier. Apart from resisting beatings, it doesn't seem to have any force at all.

Luo Jiuqiu said calmly: "What did you call me just now?"

Bai Heer's Adam's apple slid, his expression was cold and unyielding.

Luo Jiuqiu raised his hand slightly.

Bai Heer immediately said: "Master!"

Luo Jiuqiu was stunned and didn't make any move for a while.