The rooftop sacrificial platform is on the right side of the Chongzheng Hall. Beyond the high cliff that stands thousands of feet tall, there is a huge boulder protruding out of the cliff until it is forty feet away.
And this sacrificial platform is built on this huge stone. It is also the top of Qiantian Peak, the real highest place, the so-called place that connects to the sky.
Zong Shou chuckled and was about to order someone to search the stone platform. But just as he opened his mouth, he stopped again.
How could we possibly induce these people to take risks without being there in person and using our bodies to seduce them? The legendary Magic Heart Mirror is so magical that if you send people to search for it, most of the time it will just scare the snakes away and frighten these people away.
Although he didn't take that sect lightly, it was neither big nor small, but it was still a future trouble. Being able to eliminate the root cause can save countless troubles.
At that moment, he smiled slightly and waited for dozens of priests to conduct routine inspections and clean up on the stage to remove those sneaky things. He walked straight forward, took the sacrificial inscriptions he had written long ago, and walked up to the stage with an old priest who was about sixty years old and dressed in the most noble clothes under everyone's attention.
This priest is said to be an old official of Zong Weiran, and his name is Zong Ling. He was from a branch of the clan, and since the founding of Qian Tianshan, he has been in charge of all commemorative events in the city. He is very virtuous and has a high reputation. Anyone who makes him unhappy will be scolded regardless of the occasion or status.
Therefore, Zong Shou did not dare to be disrespectful in the slightest, and followed suit every step of the way.
Behind him, Zong Lanhu and others from Zhongyuan also followed closely. But when he reached the last nine steps, he stopped.
Zong Yuan hesitated slightly, showing worry. After contemplating for a moment, he remained silent, not caring about the eyes of those below who were about to kill people, and boldly stepped forward, following the old priest and Zong Shou, to the rooftop sacrifice platform.
In the blink of an eye, Zong Shou arrived and stood in the center of the stone platform, where the incense table had already been placed.
First, burn incense, bow three times, and then read out the sacrificial text. Zong Shou opened the scroll and curled his lips and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly as soon as he took a look.
I don’t know who wrote this. It is eloquent and contains nearly 20,000 words. The words and chapters are so gorgeous, and the parallel flow is as neat as the six words. But I don’t know how long it will take to read this memorial text.
In the midst of everyone's exclamations, they threw it aside. Then he saluted from a distance in the sky: "Heaven above, the crown prince Zongshou of Qiantian Mountain, today I take over the position of Lord of Qiantian City, please God to protect me Qiantian! Zongshou is not talented, he must make our cities peaceful and peaceful, and his subordinates People can have a place to live. They can drink and eat meat every day."
The people below were a little dissatisfied, but when they heard these words, they all raised their brows and shouted "Okay, word".
They, the demon race, don't have so many rules to begin with, and they can't stand the cumbersome articles written by the literati and Confucian scholars.
On the contrary, Zong Shou's simple prayer, although a bit plain and crude, was more to their liking.
Only the priest who presided over the ceremony was so angry that his eyes almost bulged out, staring at Zong Shou fiercely.
Fortunately, I also knew that the time was not right at this moment and it was not easy to interrupt. Still silent, not speaking, only staring angrily.
Zong Shouze didn't care at all, his expression was solemn and solemn, and although his words were slightly vulgar, they were extremely pious.
All things have spirits. Although there is no "god" in this heaven and earth, we must not disrespect it.
"I want to make all the tribes prosperous, and I want to make my mountain city prosperous. May God bless me, and make my Qiantian Mountains have good weather and good harvests, so that all my people can reproduce and have many fat sons."
There was another sound of applause below. It was just good weather and a good harvest. They didn't rely on this for food anyway. Most of them made a living by hunting beasts.
But this matter of blood inheritance is the common wish of everyone. Everyone in the Monster Clan is strong and tyrannical, even a child can have good martial arts skills. But this fertility alone is far lower than that of the human race. During the years of fighting, there were many casualties. It can be regarded as the heart disease of everyone in Qiantian Mountain.
The high priest's beard and hair were almost all standing on end. It is really vulgar, too vulgar, how can it be heard by the heavens
But he also closed his eyes, looked serious, and prayed sincerely in his heart.
After the ritual ceremony, wine is offered. Zong Shouzheng picked up the wine glass and heard a cold laughter ringing clearly in his ears: "What a pity. Your words of sacrifice to the heaven are really well said. It is to my sect's taste. It's a pity that the sky today, But I can’t protect you!”
Zong Shou raised his brows subconsciously, and his thoughts finally came to him. Just now, he thought these people had really given up completely. The old priest himself is also a spiritual master in the Huanyang realm, and he heard the same thing on the stage at this moment.
His eyes immediately showed anger, and he scanned the surroundings: "Who dares to pretend to be a ghost in front of me, Zong Ling? Dare to ruin my ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven in Tianshan City, you are so brave!"
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At the fingertips was a fiery red talisman, which he punched out towards the place where the sound came from. Immediately red flames spewed out, filling an area of several feet.
But before it could explode, a finger like white jade came out of the void and pointed at the center of the flame. It was actually the endless power of ice and cold that extinguished the red flames and spread them around. Dozens of places nearby were covered with a layer of frost.
And the ground beneath the finger was even more frozen.
Ice fog filled the air, and two figures appeared behind them. One of them is Zong Shi, and the other is the owner of that finger.
He also has a face that looks as if it were carved from pink and jade. He is around twenty years old and so handsome that he is almost enchanting. In his hand is a bright bronze mirror, which reveals the power of illusory mind.
After appearing, he smiled at Zong Shou: "Bawei Xuejia Xue Mo Yan, I have met the crown prince!" His expression was gentle and his smile was extremely bright.
Everyone in the audience felt that something was wrong when the sound rang out.
At this moment, I saw Zong Shi and Zong Moyan both showing up. There was a burst of excitement immediately, Hu Qianqiu and others' faces changed, and Hu roared and ran to the stage.
Zong Lan was the closest, and he had already crossed the nine steps with just one step. But before he could go up to the rooftop to offer sacrifices, he heard a loud laugh: "Go back! It's not that easy to come up!"
It turned out to be a halberd eight feet long, slashing straight down from above. Zong Lan's expression changed, and the Mo Dao in his hand also glowed with light. But he didn't care about himself at all and slashed out.
He just wanted to get to Zong Shou as soon as possible, and he was not afraid even if he died with the enemy!
The owner of that voice said, "Hey," the shadow of the halberd changed, and he suddenly fought against the Mo Dao.
Zong Lan felt a tightness in his chest and felt like vomiting. He felt an irresistible force coming towards him, and his body flew down the stage involuntarily.
Looking up, I saw it was Li Hu Jichang. It was the one with a smile in his eyes, looking down. The same figure was hit by the counter-shock force and retreated quickly, but there was a bit of pride on his face.
Hu Zhongyuan and Li Luo on both sides were also blocked by the two Xuanwu masters on the stage and were unable to get on the stage.
When Hu Qianqiu arrived, he saw another figure rising five feet above the altar.
A flying sword the size of a willow leaf was suddenly scattered on the stage, forty-eight in total, whirling and cutting like a storm.
"Wu Ye? Dao Ming Sect, Feiye Sword Formation, you are actually the direct disciple of Dao Ming Sect!"
Hu Qianqiu suddenly raised his head and looked at the figure in the sky. I saw a Taoist priest in a green shirt, looking down with a slight smile and slightly chin, as if he was acknowledging his identity.
Hu Qianqiu suddenly became furious, and Hu Ba's sword suddenly swung out with powerful force. Sweep away all the flying swords in front of you. Just as he was about to rush in, he saw another Xuanwu Grandmaster inside, wielding a two-foot-long spear and stabbing him.
The spear is fierce and powerful, like a mad tiger. Hu Qianqiu sneered and was about to kill the man in front of him with a single blow.
There were several sword shadows next to him, attacking from one side. Hu Qianqiu had no choice but to block the spear. But the person had no choice but to push a few steps behind him, unable to get closer.
Everyone nearby was also in the same situation. They were either forced back or temporarily trapped by the sword formation.
The forty-eight flying leaf sword formations, combined with Li Hujichang and several Xuanwu masters, were like an indestructible dam, blocking out the many strong men in Qian Tianshan.
At this moment, on the high platform, Zong Ling also looked livid. Several escorts were released around him, but they didn't dare to move even a little bit.
Behind them were the same two Yang Huanling Spirit Masters, enveloped by an extremely dark aura.
As for Zongyuan's spear, he pointed far ahead, and there was a faint gathering of thunder around him. Zong Shou and Zong Ling were all guarding behind him.
Although a powerful enemy was still waiting for him, Zong Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and Zong Shou's expression remained unchanged as well. He looked at Xue Moyan's precious mirror carefully: "Is this the illusion of your Xue family? It's really wonderful. It's said that this thing is... A remnant of a magic weapon?"
When Xue Moyan heard this, he was obviously slightly surprised. He couldn't stand Zong Shou's burning eyes with greed, so he put away the mirror in his hand: "It's this mirror! I don't think the prince can actually recognize this thing -" in his heart But he was secretly puzzled. Zong Shou's expression at this moment was too calm, which was strange.
Zong Ling was also stunned for a moment, it turned out to be this treasure. No wonder he didn't notice it when he used spiritual methods to clean up the heavenly altar.
Then he was also secretly surprised that his eldest son was still calm and composed up to this moment. This mental cultivation alone is not inferior to Zong Weiran.
Zong Shi didn't care about this. He took a few steps forward and looked at Zong Shou coldly: "Is the prince very proud of being kowtowed three times and worshiped by blood alliance? Do you think I, Zong Shi, have already lost?"
Zong Shou looked towards Zong Shi with a half-smiling expression. The small gold on the arm, already under the cover of the big sleeves, quietly flowed into the scabbard of the Jiulin Sword and merged with the sword body.
Yuan Yijian, who was integrated with Xu Huangdao's energy, was also incorporated into the Jiulin Sword.
From the corner of his eye, he looked around.
Including Wu Ye and Xue Moyan, who are both spiritual and martial arts masters, there are five Huanyang Spirit Masters and seven Xuanwu Grandmasters!
This lineup, anywhere else, would be enough to kill him.
But this place, this Tianshan Mountain, is the home ground of his sect. With the power of integrating a country, how can it be treated lightly? (To be continued)