Chapter 607: Sacrifice to the late emperor
Qin Nan breathed in and out very evenly.
The emperor's aura was extremely warm, causing all the pores on his body to open. The pain that had just covered his body was gradually wrapped in this warmth and disappeared.
Even the toxins in the body were slowly swallowed up by the emperor's energy.
"I didn't expect this emperor's energy to be so mysterious..."
Qin Nan secretly praised.
Immediately, he heard the voice of Emperor Fentian, and his heart was shocked. It seemed that he was going to speed up, recover himself, and get rid of the toxins.
In all likelihood, Xiaori Baihu and Di Fengyun will personally take action to seize the treasure from the late emperor's portrait when they are offering sacrifices to the late emperor.
While he was recovering, he was at the Heavenly Sacrifice Dojo.
The major priests brought out various foods and fine wines made by the demon gods, put incense sticks, and began to pray. Many music sounds resounded, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
However, beneath this, there is a cold current.
Zhou Bihua and Lin Feng smiled and looked at Xiaori Baihu and Di Fengyun. In addition, the ten princes and other powerful officials also looked at them vaguely.
To assassinate the third prince, all the princes and forces present may do it.
But the most likely one is White Tiger Camp!
Because only the White Tiger Camp has this kind of strength, ordinary people cannot cultivate the Deadpool at the peak of the Venerable.
Of course, there are also some strong people who are confused as to why they didn't assassinate Duan Qing. Because in this storm, Duan Qing's threat was reduced to a minimum.
In the end, it was all the powerful ones competing against each other!
What can Duan Qing do
At least, killing the third prince would free up the crown prince's position and disrupt the situation.
Zhou Bihua took a deep breath, hesitated again and again, and finally sent a spiritual thought into Di Fengyun's mind, saying: "It's me!"
Di Fengyun froze, quickly recovered, and said coldly: "Why, Commander of the Phoenix Battalion, what do you want from me?"
"Don't trust Bai Hu." Zhou Bihua said solemnly: "It's just using you again!"
"Use me? Haha, all of you are using me, how could I not know it? Zhou Bihua, stop pretending to me here! If you really regard me as your descendant, why didn't you pass it on to me in the first place? "Phoenix Technique, you said I will die if I practice it, but what about Duan Qing? Duan Qing will not die if I practice it?" Di Fengyun roared in a low voice as if his scar had been touched.
Zhou Bihua looked helpless and said, "You are in a different situation than him..."
He taught Qin Nan the Immortal Phoenix Technique because Qin Nan's martial arts talent was very high and he was recognized by Holy Lord Qinglong.
If it were Di Fengyun who practiced this immortal phoenix technique, he would really die.
"Stop talking nonsense, please remember that the humiliation you brought to me will not be long before I repay you tenfold!" Di Fengyun looked cold. In his eyes, not passing on the Immortal Phoenix Technique to him was contempt for him. Doubt him!
Zhou Bihua sighed deeply and her eyes became cold.
The last bit of master-disciple love will just disappear with the wind.
The heaven-sacrifice ceremony was in full swing and carried out quickly. In less than three sticks of incense, all the rituals were completed.
"Start the sacrifices to the late emperor! Please host Di Fengyun personally!" The priest in a white robe shouted loudly.
All the eyes of the audience turned to look at him.
Di Fengyun stood up, and in a flash, he came under the portrait of the late emperor. At the same time, he also changed his clothes and wore a wide white robe, which was exactly the same as the white robe for the sacrifice.
Many strong men had stern looks in their eyes.
Now only Di Fengyun can preside over the sacrifices of the late emperor!
Because only the eighth-grade earth-level martial spirit can resonate with the late emperor's portrait and gain the approval of the late emperor's portrait!
Of course, Emperor Fentian's martial spirit has also reached the eighth level of the Earth Level, but his cultivation has reached that of a Martial Saint, and has almost reached the peak of a Martial Saint, so naturally he cannot resonate with the portrait of the late emperor.
"Geniuses from the 99th class of the three camps, please come on stage!"
Di Fengyun opened his mouth and shouted.
Longhu and others all stood up and flew over one after another.
When the prince ascends the throne, the emperor's seal is used to bless the emperor's energy and blend into their bodies. Now offering sacrifices to the late emperor's portrait will resonate with the late emperor's portrait, and the late emperor's portrait will bring various benefits to the great geniuses.
Both actions are aimed at making these geniuses, with their hearts and minds, completely belong to Fentian Ancient Kingdom.
At this moment, many eyes were looking at Qin Nan.
Now, is Duan Qingshen not participating in the sacrifice of the late emperor’s portrait
Before anyone could reply, Di Fengyun said coldly: "Duan Qing was seriously injured in order to save the third prince. He needs to take good care of his injuries now! There is no need to attend the sacrifice of the late emperor!"
With the final word, even if someone wants to refute, they can't say anything.
"Now, let's start offering sacrifices to the Emperor of Heaven! The sacrificial group comes forward, shows off their martial spirits, and plays sacrificial music!"
Di Fengyun shouted loudly.
Immediately afterwards, ten young women, dressed in white robes, stepped forward. Behind them, five rays of mysterious light shone, which turned out to be Xuan-level fifth-grade martial arts souls.
These ten martial spirits are actually of the same type, they are all Qin martial spirits.
In front of the Qin Wuhun, ten women played at the same time, with consistent movements, and wisps of piano sound immediately rippled through the world.
The sound of the piano is as gentle as water, and then sonorous, as if singing high-spirited, making people's blood boil.
The tall statue of the late emperor shone with rays of brilliance, and an invisible pressure began to ripple.
The portrait of the late emperor!
In a sense, like the White Tiger of the Roaring Sun, the Blood-Winged Phoenix, and the Zhenguo Xuanwu, they are all the patron saints of Fentian Ancient Kingdom.
His sacrifice must be more solemn, so sacrificial songs are used.
"Your Majesty Di Fengyun, I'd like to see the late emperor. May the late emperor wake up and see this prosperous age and all the new geniuses!"
Di Fengyun shouted loudly and strode forward. Behind him, streaks of golden light suddenly shone, until eight steps behind, a humanoid martial spirit floated up, standing on the sky and the earth, domineering like a rainbow.
I saw this humanoid martial spirit, wearing armor, stained with blood, and full of momentum!
This is Di Fengyun’s martial spirit!
According to rumors, it was the reincarnation of a powerful martial saint after his death.
As if feeling the aura of the eighth-grade earth-level martial spirit, the late emperor's portrait began to tremble slightly. The tremor continued to expand, until finally, a terrifying aura completely reached the sky!
boom!
Coercion swept across, like a flood, suppressing the entire crowd.
The portrait of the late emperor seemed to have really come to life. A dazzling golden light flashed in his eyes, and he looked directly at Longhu and other geniuses.
The Sun-whispering White Tiger on the white jade chair had a sharp light flashing in his eyes. For so many years, every time he sensed the late emperor's aura, a surge of tyranny would rise in his heart.
"but… "
The White Tiger Xiaori stretched out its scarlet tongue and licked its lips. Old man, such a treasure you left behind will soon be mine!
(End of chapter)