Apocalyptic natural disaster: I take over Lake Baikal, you can do whatever you want

The high priest is seventy-three years old this year. In order to protect the peace of Pharaoh, he has devoted his whole life and never married.

As a highly respected high priest in the tribe, hasn't he always been held in high esteem by his tribe members since he was a child?

But today, he encountered such a thing? This is simply an insult to his life.

He used to be held in high esteem; now he is held in high esteem.

At that moment, the high priest's dim old eyes were filled with confusion, doubt, and then fear.

"You cousin, you stole my pig's feet! You also stole fourteen steamed buns and bought beer! Why do you always tell me nonsense everywhere! I'm angry if you mess with me!"

The high priest struggled and resisted. He couldn't believe that his exorcism spell was ineffective?

What kind of magic is this that is so terrifying?

But Ferta's eyes were bloodshot, and he would not let the high priest go.

At this moment, he couldn't care less! Fight! Let the blood stain the earth red!

"Grandma is going to give birth! The head teacher is going to give birth! I am going to give birth too! You are going to give birth too!"

Facing the crazy High Priest Ferta, he still wanted to struggle and continued to chant spells, but it was of no use.

At the age of seventy-three, his old bones really couldn't withstand the torment from Ferta, a third-level psychic. After several rounds of fierce attacks, the high priest was almost beaten to death.

A group of people looked at each other. Their sacred high priest had boundless legal power. This should also be part of the exorcism ceremony, right?

"Come on, High Priest!"

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, and then everyone looked at each other and started cheering for Daiji.

“Save Ma Yun! Save Ma Yun!”

A group of people gathered together to help the high priest shout out the exorcism spell. Seeing that the high priest was wearing a mask of pain, it was obvious that he was risking his life to perform this exorcism ritual.

Lin Feng looked at their exorcism ceremony in silence. He had to say that being uneducated was terrible.

If you had studied a few more days, you wouldn't have done such stupid things.

Physical exorcism, High Priest, you are truly a man of great skill and courage.

Lin Feng saw that they had moved the battlefield, walked over and picked up the fallen black book.

This should be the dark Bible that they have passed down from generation to generation, right?

The Dark Bible, also known as the Black Book of the Dead.

Legend has it that this is a mysterious dark scripture that can resurrect the dead and possesses super powerful dark abilities.

Lin Feng picked it up and took a look. There were some strange symbols on it. To be honest, he couldn't understand any of them.

It seems that the high priest is just a half-baked dark-type psychic. He fully exerted the original power of the Dark Bible, and even this group of tribesmen seemed to be unaware that this was an ancient sacred book.

"I, Lin Feng, picked it up, so it belongs to me, Lin Feng. High Priest, I hope you can hold on."

Lin Feng looked at the direction of the high priest with sympathy. He was not the kind of person who would kill everyone, and judging from the high priest's appearance, he would not survive until tomorrow morning.

Lin Feng took back the Black Scripture of the Undead, but he was still curious whether the other legendary Scripture of the Sun really existed?

Thinking of this, Lin Feng felt that he still had to see the high priest. Maybe this old guy knew some secrets of the Sun Sutra?

Lin Feng stood up and wanted to save the high priest's life, but when Lin Feng walked over, it was too late.

At this moment, the seventy-three-year-old high priest's body was already exhausted and he could not withstand such a powerful attack from Philta.

The high priest was a real man. He did not give up until the last drop of his blood was shed.

Even though he rolled his eyes, he still muttered to himself:

“Save Ma Yun…Save Ma Yun…”

Lin Feng: "..."

Lin Feng was really speechless. Ma Yun had been dead for a long time. He didn't need your help at all.

On the contrary, you, the high priest, are a real living Bodhisattva. Even when you are about to die, you have to save Ma Yun instead of yourself.

"Um, can you speak Mandarin? I don't understand the dialect, and the software can't translate it. Is there anyone who can speak Mandarin? I want to ask you something. Of course, I can ask you for a fee."

Lin Feng just took out his mobile phone and tried to translate what they said, but the translation software went on strike and the intelligent reply was: Save Ma Yun.

Lin Feng has given up. If he can't understand, he just lets others speak Mandarin instead of trying hard to learn what they say. This is what a strong person should do.

A group of tribal warriors looked at each other and muttered to each other, and I had no idea what they were saying.

Only two of them could speak Mandarin, one was Ferta and the other was Najido, and it was obvious that neither of them could talk properly with Lin Feng now.

"Ula!!!"

At this moment, the tribal warriors seemed to have reached a consensus and rushed towards Lin Feng together with scimitars and spears.

Lin Feng was speechless. I wanted to reason with you, but you used violence against me? When I use violence later, I hope you won't reason with me.

"In that case, I will send you to see your Pharaoh! It is your Pharaoh's job to forgive you! And what I will do is to use you to see him!"

Seeing that communication was impossible, Lin Feng took out a Gatling gun and started shooting.

"Da da da da da!"

As the Gatling gun emitting blue flames raged like a fire snake, this group of ordinary first and second level psychics were slaughtered.

Lin Feng put away the Gatling gun and began to dig out their supernatural crystals. No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.

After Lin Feng finished digging, he discovered that the two third-level psychics, Ferta and Najido, were not dead?

Lin Feng was not surprised by this. The firepower of the Gatling gun could only kill a level 2 psychic. It was normal for a level 3 psychic to survive.

Lin Feng took out an iron chain and tied them both up. These two guys were still useful.

After all, they two are the few tribal warriors who can communicate, and Lin Feng still has questions to ask them.

"Back in time."

Lin Feng turned the time of the two of them back to the waking state, and the blood-red eyes of Ferta and Najido faded on the spot and turned back to normal color.

Their eyes first changed from bloodthirsty madness to confusion when they saw the corpses all over the ground, and finally they turned into horror when they saw the horrific appearance of the high priest.

"Lin Feng! What did you do to our high priest! I will kill you! You devil!"

Ferta was furious. No matter how stupid he was, he knew that he had fallen into Lin Feng's trap, otherwise things would not be like this now!

Damn you Lin Feng! You really deserve to die!