It is night, and the suspended city is overflowing with Chinese light. There are layers of pagodas, shaded by glazed lights, empty silver candles, and beaded curtains on jade tables. The street completely overlaps with the mirror city on the ground, square and square, with palaces lined up along the empty street, row upon row.
Different from the mirrors on the ground, there are only two or three disciples of the Temple of Heaven in white sacrificial attire in this hanging city. The whole city is like an empty shell in a gorgeous coat.
At this time, two female disciples were wandering around in the hanging city. One is very tall, with pale red lips, and a handsome appearance, but unfortunately there is a bit of sternness in his eyebrows and eyes. The other person was petite and followed closely behind his companion, his eyes were flowing like spring water.
"Tell me, where is Yun Qing at this moment?" The petite woman was Zheng Zhenzhen, with a worried look on her face. She was worried that Yun Qing was not in good health, what would happen if something happened when she went to the Temple of Heaven to take risks at this time, she didn't know how she was going to cry at that time.
"You've been asking me for three days, are you annoying?!" The other person spoke in a man's voice. Song Liyou's heart was burning with anger. He originally bought two female disciples' clothes, one for Yun Qing and the other for Zheng Zhenzhen. In this way, Yun Qing would have to sneak into the altar with Zheng Zhenzhen, an oil bottle, which greatly increased the danger, and there were many ways for him to deal with the insane Aman alone. But I didn't expect that Yun Qing would not go on the road he had paved at all, and would venture into the altar with A'Mang. And for three whole days, there was no news at all.
He originally wanted to get another male disciple's clothes, but when he got near the Lutian Altar, he realized that because of the recent fires, the protective power of this altar has been greatly increased, and it is already difficult to find another chance to do so. . Two days ago, even the national teacher appeared in the altar of Lutian, he didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only change into women's clothes and accompany Zheng Zhenzhen to wander around.
"I haven't come to see us for so long, Yun Qing must be in trouble... What should I do?" Zheng Zhenzhen was still muttering to himself, looking very worried, and she didn't know what she was imagining, her face became paler and paler .
From Song Liyou's point of view, he was of course hoping that something would happen to Yun Qing. But up to now, there has been no special news from the Lutian Altar, and even the previous fire incident has gradually subsided, which just shows that Yun Qing's side is going smoothly, and there is no obstacle at all.
"Tch, what do you know, maybe she has already worshiped in the Temple of Heaven and is doing well." Song Liyou said with resentment, while awkwardly adjusting the position of the hem.
"If something happened to her... How, how should I save her?" Zheng Zhenzhen's eyes were red.
"Who are you going to save?" A young, but slightly hoarse voice came from behind them.
Yun Qing wore a white sacrificial dress, with a crown and a belt, with autumn water hanging from her waist, and wide sleeves hanging down to cover her hands. She closed her eyes and smiled lightly, standing amidst the blurred lights, she had an aura that was beyond human. She raised her hand and drew a clear light, which is a small sound-isolation spell.
"Yunqing!!" Zheng Zhenzhen rushed over.
"Yeah." She responded, avoiding Zheng Zhenzhen, "Are you having fun these few days?"
Zheng Zhenzhen rushed to nothing, tugged at Yun Qing's long sleeves and said, "You also got the sacrificial uniform?"
"Yeah." Yun Qing nodded, "I'm afraid something big will happen recently, I'll let you know."
Zheng Zhenzhen tugged at her sleeve and looked at it for a long time, then suddenly said: "Why is your sacrificial costume different from ours?"
"This is worn during the official sacrifice. Do you mind if I borrow your name to participate in the Hundred Flowers Festival?" Yun Qing explained to her.
Zheng Zhenzhen opened his eyes wide: "You, you actually want to sneak in!?"
"Otherwise, why would I come to Jingdu?" Yun Qing took it for granted.
"Hmph, I really don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth!" Song Liyou sneered, "The Lutian Temple has been passed down for thousands of years, how could you get mixed up so easily."
Yun Qing was actually not angry, and nodded in agreement: "Yes, it's true that you can't get in so easily. It's just that it's at the critical moment of the Hundred Flowers Festival, and with the addition of several fires, some people can see some hidden dangers. It shouldn't cause trouble for a small person like me."
"You mean, after the Hundred Flowers Festival..." Zheng Zhenzhen tightened his grip on her sleeve.
"I don't have time to take care of me now. After the Baihua Festival, we will naturally settle the accounts together. People who walk in the Temple of Heaven are not stupid. Although no one has said it now, someone must have found out that I am not Zheng Zhenzhen. But... I never thought about it. Stay here for a long time."
"Then what should I do?" Zheng Zhenzhen looked worried.
"Would you like to walk with me?" Yun Qing asked, with a smile on her face, but it made people feel cold inexplicably.
"Of course I am willing." Zheng Zhenzhen did not hesitate.
Song Liyou couldn't stand it anymore, Zheng Zhen is really a silly girl, it's her business if she is willing to accompany Yun Qing through life and death, he finally got a new life, he can't be tricked by Yun Qing again. He said dissatisfiedly, "You never asked me if I wanted to!"
"Then I'm asking you now, would you like to go with me?" Yun Qing slowly straightened the sleeves that were wrinkled by Zheng Zhenzhen without raising her head.
"I don't want to!" Song Liyou didn't hesitate.
"I will naturally arrange your whereabouts when things happen here. It's better for you to stay with me now." Yun Qing seemed not to have heard his words.
When she straightened her sleeves, Song Liyou was almost pushed to the brink of explosion.
"I don't know how many people covet the shrine in the world. You are carrying an astrolabe, and you still have this ghostly appearance without a body. Where can you go?" Yun Qing said mercilessly.
Song Liyou said angrily: "Going anywhere is better than being held hostage by a monster like you!"
"Monster?!" Zheng Zhenzhen exclaimed, looking Yun Qing up and down.
Yun Qing was amused by what he said: "Hahaha, you think too much, I am a real human being!"
"How can there be people in the Hundred Thousand Mountains?" Song Liyou didn't believe it, "Qingchuan Mountain Mansion, the holy land of demon cultivators in the world, has been sitting on the Hundred Thousand Mountains for an unknown period of time. There is a beast there that will be eaten to the bone, not to mention you Such an ordinary person who has never entered the Tao?"
"That's right, I couldn't stay longer, so I came out. What's the problem?" Yun Qing shook her head, still couldn't help laughing.
"Who knows what you are, I just know that it will be bad luck to follow you!" Song Liyou said very rudely.
"Immediately, when I'm done with the Jingdu business, I'll show you a place to go. You definitely won't regret following me this trip." Yun Qing said meaningfully.
Song Liyou wanted to refute, but after seeing her expression, he calmed down inexplicably.
Yun Qing stopped chatting with them, she said frankly: "This Hundred Flowers Festival is very important to me, I may use this to break a mental barrier... After that, I will find a way to get out. If it doesn't go well, you can let go I will go."
"I won't!" Zheng Zhenzhen quickly answered with a sincere look.
"It's just a hypothesis. I think the chance of escaping is still very high... Not to mention, I have to participate in the altar decoration at night." Yun Qing waved away the sound isolation spell and said goodbye to them.
The thin and small figure was submerged in the gorgeous lights bit by bit, lonely and desolate.
Zheng Zhenzhen seemed to want to say something to her, but he didn't dare to go forward, so he could only stand there alone with red eyes, gritted his teeth and remained silent.
"Why are you crying again!?" Song Liyou didn't want to stay for a moment, it was too embarrassing to walk with this guy, "How old are you, why are you crying every day?"
"I think it's too hard for her alone..." Zheng Zhenzhen choked up.
"Let's go, hurry up!" Song Liyou pushed her, he didn't want to see this guy crying.
"Is there anything else I can do?" Zheng Zhenzhen was half pushed by him, weeping.
"Don't cry, I beg you!" Song Liyou felt like she was raising a child.
"Uhhhhhhh..."
Song Liyou looked irritable, and he stretched out his hand to give her a blow, knocking her out directly.
The voice finally disappeared, and Song Liyou heaved a sigh of relief. Zheng Zhenzhen fell to the ground, and the Lutian Temple disciples who came and went looked at them curiously.
Song Liyou didn't dare to make these people suspicious, so he pinched his throat and shouted, "Ah, junior sister! Why did you faint!", picked up Zheng Zhenzhen and ran away.
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The Hundred Flowers Festival was held as scheduled.
This is a grand sacrificial ceremony with a cycle of thousands of years, based on several cities, and with the people of the mirror country as the source. For the people of Jingguo, this is an important ceremony to comfort the dead and pray for blessings, and it is also a manifestation of the belief in Lutian Temple. For the Lutian Temple, this is a good time to gather the pure will power of the people. The power accumulated in the sub-altars for thousands of years will slowly flow into the Lutian Altar today. At that time, the Lutian Altar will be strengthened to a new level. levels.
On this day, with the Lutian Holy Altar as the center, all the sub-altars within three thousand miles around rose from the ground and rose into the blue sky. With the Hanging City as the center, they slowly rotated according to the stars in the sky.
The mortals in several surrounding cities could not afford to kneel when they saw this spectacle, and their belief in Lutian Temple became more and more firm in their hearts.
Yun Qing was wearing extremely complicated sacrificial attire at this time, and slowly walked into the altar with a long team of flower boys. The whole body of the altar was as white as jade, just like the sub-altars she had seen. The surrounding stone walls were painted with sacrificial ceremonies from ancient times to the present. The most important thing is that the altar, which looks like a small city, looks like a flawless whole, and there is no trace of being dismantled at all.
The moment Yun Qing stepped into the altar, her heart tensed up, but nothing appeared on her face.
Take one step forward, and you will be crushed with tremendous force!
Yun Qing almost fell to her knees under such force. There was an indescribable feeling of squeezing and repelling from all directions, as if this small world was against her. This kind of force made it difficult for her to breathe, and her true energy was violent. Yun Qing swallowed a mouthful of blood with difficulty, kept pace with the front team as normal as possible, and kept silently reciting the Kunshan Jade Broken Jue in order to relieve the pain of bone-cutting and heart-wrenching.
This is the repulsion of the true energy of the alien species by the Heavenly Altar.
During the Hundred Flowers Festival, the Lutian Altar will transfer all the vows saved by all the sub-altars in the world into its own spiritual pool. At this time, the Lutian Altar will be so powerful that it is unimaginable. At this time, the power of wish is extremely pure, and the power of exclusion is also extremely strong. For those who practice Qianyuan Gentleman's Way and its branches, it will be an excellent opportunity for promotion, but for Yun Qing, it is undoubtedly a gut-piercing poison.
And this was only at the beginning of the ceremony, and when it was almost over a few days later, almost all the wish power poured in here. At that time, if a person who practiced different types of true energy was unstable and unable to suppress the true energy, the only way to die would be to explode.
What Yun Qing wanted to do was simple. Use the altar to condense the true energy and stabilize the state of mind.
The soul secret method will not be found for a while, and even if you find it, you don't know when it will be completed. The distant water can't quench the near thirst, so Yun Qing made the idea of walking on the altar of heaven.
The greater the repelling force of the Heaven Walking Altar, the greater the pressure on the true qi, and at this time, it would take much less energy for her to condense the true qi. And the Hundred Flowers Festival must also have steps to temper the mind and stabilize the soul. The thoughts of mortals in the world are so chaotic. Gathering these messy wishes can definitely not be used directly. During this period, there will be a process of refining and purification. Yun Qing wants to take this opportunity to stabilize his soul.
Of course, there are also great risks in doing so, exploding and dying is one of them, if her mind is distracted by many wills, and she cannot suppress the book, it will be a big trouble.
Yun Qing knew the key, but still planned to give it a go.
Thousands of altars began to rotate like stars, and as they moved slowly, streamers of different colors began to pour into the altar of Lutian.
The sacrificial floating paintings on the stone wall of the altar were vaguely touched by these wishes, and began to move slowly. The patterns that were originally simple strokes gradually became richer, and the strokes became clearer and more vivid. The pattern on it is also gradually dyed with bits and pieces of color from the deep marks on the white background. As the colors pour into each other, they gradually become perfect.
Yun Qing witnessed these extremely abstract floating paintings becoming more and more real, and finally seemed to perfectly reproduce the pictures of human sacrifices thousands of years ago.
Human beings have kept their will on this heavenly altar with pure power of will, resisting the time for thousands of years, passing it down from generation to generation, and becoming immortal.
This is the way of man.
"The wish of all peoples is endless. Fulfilling the majesty of the sky, it is brilliant. Let a hundred flowers bloom together, so that you can enjoy it!"
An empty and quiet voice vibrated in everyone's hearts, from the altar to every inch of Jingguo. All ordinary people who heard this voice had a kind of enlightenment in their hearts, and their belief in Lutian Temple took root.
Yun Qing's mind was slightly condensed, and the Heavenly Book kept shaking.
Above the spiritual pool in the center of the Heavenly Altar, where thousands and thousands of vows are gathered, a man with white clothes and white hair is sitting upright in the void.