There were too many concubines and concubines present, all standing in front of the Taimiao Temple. At a glance, there was a sea of people, and there was no end in sight. They were all nobles of the royal family. I don’t know how many people gathered. On the other hand, these princes and ministers can only be regarded as There are few, not even one-tenth of the royal family.
After all, this is a grand ceremony of the royal family, and the princes and ministers are only here as spectators.
Only the three princes, nine emperors, eighteen princes, and god kings can stand in the front row. The other nobles, their wives, and daughters can only stand in the back more than ten miles away, looking at the towering towers from a distance. The grand temple.
Feng Feiyun still only belongs to the descendant of the God King, and he can only stand in the back and wait for the call.
Feng Feiyun has no interest at all in this kind of sacrificial ceremony, but stares at Dongfang Jingyue from time to time. Even Dongfang Jingshui has noticed Feng Feiyun's gaze, but Dongfang Jingyue seems to be unable to perceive Feng Feiyun. She still looks indifferently in the direction of the Taimiao Temple, like a arrogant white swan, unable to see Feng Feiyun, the toad looking at her on the ground.
"This mother-in-law is very wrong today! She didn't even stare at me. Could it be that after merging with that ancient white jade boat, she burned out her brain?"
Feng Feiyun was sad, unable to suppress his curiosity, he secretly grabbed a ball of snowballs from the ground, pinched it lightly, and looked left and right, seeing that no one noticed him, he was as fast as lightning. , and threw the snowball directly at the back of Dongfang Jingyue's head.
In Taimiao, no one dared to release divine consciousness, so no one really noticed Feng Feiyun's small movements.
"Snapped!"
The snowball hit Dongfang Jingyue directly on the head, and the snow slag was all over her hair, and some even rolled from the slender, snow-white neck to the white shirt.
Feng Feiyun's heart was full of pleasure, he turned his head quickly, stood up straight, looked like it had nothing to do with me, and stared closely at the direction of the Taimiao Temple.
Feng Feiyun watched her from the corner of his eyes, and found that Dongfang Jingyue finally turned his head, and glared at him with a pair of beautiful eyes.
Feng Feiyun held back his smile, but for some reason, his heart blossomed again, but when she glared at him, he felt much more comfortable.
At this time, nine bells rang in the Taimiao. The head of the nine ministers, Feng Chang, was in charge of the rituals and sacrificial writings of the ancestral temple. The old man stood under the giant cauldron and began to swear an ancient royal sacrificial text.
Everyone restrained the spiritual energy in their bodies to show respect for the ancestors of the royal family.
Feng Feiyun heard yawning, and suddenly his eyes rolled, and he planned to make fun of Dongfang Jingyue again, and secretly picked up a handful of snow from the ground, but just as he bent down, a large cloud of snow fell on his head. Smashed it and made a "bang" sound.
Feng Feiyun suddenly stood up and looked around, everyone was standing neatly, and he didn't know who attacked him just now.
Feng Feiyun glanced at Dongfang Jingyue, and found that the dead woman was standing very straight, still looking like she was finished, and she didn't move.
Feng Feiyun's heart was depressed for a while, the most painful thing in this world is to want to trick others, but be tricked instead.
Feng Chang finally finished reading the long sacrificial text, and then said with a loud voice: "Xuan, the seventh prince, the eighteenth prince, the seventy-two prince, Feng Feiyun, the Taimiao is honored."
The process of receiving the salute at the Taimiao Temple was taught to Feng Feiyun by an old eunuch at the Palace of the Gods last night.
The seventh prince, the eighteenth prince, and the seventy-two princes have all reached the bottom of the Taimiao Temple, and Feng Feiyun is the only one missing.
Feng Chang frowned slightly, and said loudly again: "Xuan, Feng Feiyun, the Taimiao is honored."
Under the imperial temple, it is necessary to seal the cultivation base, forbid the spiritual consciousness, restrain the facial features, and no matter how strong the cultivation base is, it is like an ordinary person. Feng Feiyun stands more than ten miles away, and it is strange that he can hear what the old guy says.
Feng Feiyun was still looking for who attacked him, but this time he heard the voice of the call vaguely, seeing that everyone was staring at him, but he was not embarrassed at all, anyway, he was thick-skinned, just stare !
Only then did he walk out without changing his face, with his head held high and his chest held high, showing the demeanor of a descendant of the god-king...
"Bang!"
Feng Feiyun didn't know who tripped him under his feet, his body's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell directly to the ground.
Dongfang Jingyue still stood there calmly, without even looking at Feng Feiyun who fell beside her, with a pair of beautiful eyes like peaches and apricots, still staring straight in the direction of the Taimiao, without helping Feng at all The meaning of Feiyun getting up.
Everyone is already laughing, and many people have secret thoughts, the son of the demon is also weak, and he can wrestle when he walks, and it is a large-scale ceremony like the Taimiao sacrifice, which is simply embarrassing to the god king.
"The ancestors of the royal family are the Yin spirits, please accept the boy Feng Feiyun and bow down to the ground." Feng Feiyun stood up calmly with a serious and respectful face, facing the young ladies and young talents of the princes and nobles, the sunshine A bright smile: "The custom in my hometown is to kowtow before the graves of the elders. The Yin spirits of the elders need to be respected and respected by me."
"The ancestors of the royal family are on top, please accept the boy Feng Feiyun and bow down to the ground twice." Feng Feiyun said and fell down again.
At this moment, he heard Dongfang Jingyue's subtle laughter: "This is the Taimiao Temple, which enshrines the golden body of the ancestors of the royal family, and it is not the tomb of the ancestors of the royal family, where did the Yin spirit come from? idiot."
After Feng Feiyun heard this, his old face turned red, and a black line appeared on his forehead, "Dongfang dead woman, today's revenge, it will be doubled back in another day."
Feng Feiyun was sure that it was Dongfang Jingyue who tripped him just now. If it wasn't for her tripping, Feng Feiyun would not be too lazy to worship the ancestors of the royal family and his uncle.
Feng Feiyun stood up again, gave Dongfang Jingyue a slight glance, and found that this little girl still had a serious look on her face, she didn't even look at him at all, she looked so arrogant and arrogant as a peacock.
"The golden body of the ancestors of the royal family is on the top, please let the boy bow down to the ground three times."
After Feng Feiyun completed the three worships, he was not at all embarrassed, with a heroic face and fluttering sleeves, he walked towards the Taimiao under the watchful eyes of the public.
In the imperial temple, there were eight old men with white hair and beards, all of them nodded in satisfaction.
Since you want to become the heir of the God King, you must respect the ancestors of the royal family. Feng Feiyun's performance is very satisfying to the ancestors of the royal family. At least the first image is good.
Beiming Mo Shou sighed in a low voice: "The King of God is really good at teaching, and he really has a hand!"
"Where, where, Feiyun is a good boy who respects his ancestors and understands etiquette." The King of God smiled.
"Let's talk about it when we come out of the Holy Land of the Royal Family!" A gloom flashed in Beiming Moshou's eyes. He had already made many arrangements, Feng Feiyun would definitely fail the assessment and would die in the Holy Land of the Royal Family.
In Beiming's plan, Feng Feiyun couldn't become the heir of the god king. He had already chosen among the three princes for the real heir of the god king.
The seventh prince, the eighteenth prince, and the seventy-two princes had all been waiting under the white jade stairs outside the Taimiao Temple. After Feng Feiyun, the four of them climbed the thousand-level jade stairs together. The etiquette was completed under the ancient cauldron, and then they all cut their wrists to let blood and dripped into the ancient cauldron.
Blood energy boiled in the ancient cauldron and turned into a cloud of blood.
"After receiving the salute, the Holy Land will open!" Feng Chang shouted loudly.
Just at this moment, the clouds shook in the sky above the Taimiao Temple, and the sky turned into a huge mirror that could reflect another world. Four rays of brilliance fell, and Feng Feiyun and the three princes disappeared in the giant cauldron of the Taimiao Temple. Down.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
Feng Feiyun never saw Emperor Jin from beginning to end. The first person in the Jin Dynasty had already set foot on the passage leading to the Holy Land of the Royal Family at this moment.
This is a deep passage, surrounded by void, and I don't know where it will lead.
The three princes stood apart, all of them were kings of the younger generation, and their auras were unusually strong.
After leaving the Taimiao, they had recovered the spiritual energy in their bodies and released their senses and senses. They were not only hostile to Feng Feiyun, but they were also hostile to each other.
This is a cruel competition, no less than the battle for the crown prince. Whoever can become the heir of the God King will not be eliminated, at least he can be the second person of the Shenjin Dynasty.
And those who are eliminated can only sneak and practice, and can no longer touch the sacred artifact of the society. How can they be reconciled to such arrogant geniuses and heroes? If it weren't for the amazing and talented Longshenya and Long Luofu from the royal family, they would even want to compete for the crown prince.
"It turns out that the sacred place of the royal family is not in the Shenjin Dynasty, but in the secret realm in the space." Feng Feiyun walked in the passage and could already feel the aura of the secret realm.
Whether it is a low-level secret realm, an intermediate-level secret realm, or a high-level secret realm, you cannot generate aura by yourself, so when a cultivator enters a secret realm, he must cherish the aura in his body and cannot consume it at will.
However, Feng Feiyun was not afraid. He carried enough spirit stones on his body, so he was not afraid of exhaustion of his spiritual energy.
As soon as Feng Feiyun stepped into the royal holy land, he could already be sure that this was an intermediate-level secret realm.
The "Alien Beast Soul Realm" in the Vientiane Pagoda belongs to the low-level secret realm, which is already boundless, thousands of miles in length and width.
The middle-level secret realm is relatively much more stable than the low-level secret realm, and it is tens of thousands to millions of times larger than the low-level secret realm (here refers to the size of the space. Converted to the length, width, and height of the space, the cube is actually dozens of times. to a hundred times.).
In the middle-level secret realm, there is still no stable earth and sky, but it has formed pieces of suspended continents.
Of course, if they were not developed, these continents would not be able to breed creatures on their own, they would die, and not even a drop of water would be found.
However, the royal family's holy land has been developed by the royal family for many years. Most of the six thousand years of the Shenjin Dynasty is in this royal family's holy land.
This intermediate-level secret realm has a total of twelve continents of different sizes suspended in the void. The two continents are sometimes separated by tens of thousands of miles and cannot be shaken.
The largest continent is 80,000 miles long and 48,000 miles wide.
The smallest continent is 6,200 miles long and 5,400 miles wide.
The royal family has been operating in this middle-level secret realm for more than 6,000 years, and only four continents have been developed, one continent is under development, and seven continents are all unmanned areas, and the natural environment is so bad that it can be Kill the cultivator with the highest destiny in one day.
The moment Feng Feiyun entered the Holy Land of the Royal Family, he felt several huge breaths covering him, making his heart feel infinitely depressed.
In the royal holy land, there are several super strong people, whose cultivation base is no weaker than that of the king of gods.