Under the altar, the audience was solemn, and thousands of people were watching. No one dared to make the slightest noise. That was disrespect to the heroic spirits!
Even Chen Bufan stood obediently below, staring at the altar, waiting for Nie Long to invite the heroic soul.
Nie Long, take out a bell. This bell has been blessed by one hundred spiritual masters and even the spiritual seal realm. It is a magic weapon!
His expression was a bit cold and solemn, his face was calm, kneeling three times and nine knocks, shaking the bell, and chanting an ancient spell silently in his mouth.
"The heroes of the heavens, the heroic spirits of all ages, the mighty gods, the heavens and the earth resonate! I am waiting for the ants, and dare not offend. I am facing a catastrophe today, and the calamity is hard to escape. In desperation, I bowed and urged the ancestors of the past to show up and save me. The mainland is in distress, to survive this disaster, I will wait for three years, scented incense and bowed to worship every day, I dare not disrespect...
The bell is waved, the sound is pleasant, the bell is waved again, the spirits appear, the bell is waved three times, the world is solemn, the bell is waved four, the earth is shaken, the bell is waved five, the heroic spirits are condensed, the bell is waved six, the eight directions are worshiped, the bell is waved seven, heaven and man are united One, the bells are waved eight times, the law is majestic, the bells are waved nine times, and the ancestors stand up—"
At this moment, Nie Long was like a Wuzhe, with a straw ring on his head, and his five-body bowing ceremony. His body was like a dead leaf. The blood on his body was passing by, and he still had black hair. At this moment, a little bit, it became pale, and the wrinkles on the head gradually increased.
Below, everyone knelt to the ground and kept kowtowing, with a pious meaning, everyone's thoughts were gathered together.
At this moment, great changes have taken place on the entire altar!
It seems that there are a series of ancient powers, gushing out and rising from the ground.
The mighty coercion made everyone out of breath.
Nie Long, stunned by a huge force, fell under the altar, coughing heavily, and the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth was black.
Everyone lowered their heads, as if they were being pressed, and they couldn't lift them up even if they wanted to.
On the altar, there were shadows rising one after another, rising to a height of several hundred feet, and the sky became gloomy.
Each of these shadows is a ray of remnant soul of the ancient powerhouse.
They are thinking about this land, and their unstoppable obsession is the only support for their existence.
These shadows, gloomy and hollow eyes, stared at a dozen bone flags, almost subconsciously, slowly surged up, merged into the bone flags, disappeared in an instant, and the shadows gradually reduced.
However, these bone flags could not accommodate so many heroic souls, they stared for a long time, some, silently sank, sank to the ground again, disappeared.
Finally, more than a dozen bone flags were all resident by the remnants of the heroic souls, and the ones that did not stay had fallen into ruin again.
"Crack!"
Only a loud noise was heard, and immediately, the earth moved and the mountains shook, and the entire altar of hundreds of meters began to explode, and the earth was collapsing!
The rumbling sound lasted for a while. When all the pressure disappeared, everyone was breathing deeply, and when they were able to raise their heads, the altar had become a ruin, leaving a huge pit in place, sinking into it. Underground, about several feet!
The old Nie Long finally breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. Immediately, all the people of the Heavenly Thunder Society also stood up and asked the ancestral soul to worship the heavens. It was finished!
Chen Bufan, ordered his subordinates to carefully put away these bone flags, he clenched his fists, his eyes were cold, and he said in a condensed voice: "Luo Xingchen, wait for you to die!"
Not far away, Mu Fengling's expression was indifferent, she quietly glanced at this scene, and she didn't know what she was thinking in her deep eyes.
At the same time, in a gorgeous boudoir in Cangmeng, Mu Shiyun, clenching her silver teeth, holding her small face angrily, sitting on the bed, with fierceness in her eyes, muttering fiercely: "Dead fat man, you go to the Hall of Fantasy Dreams, I don't know what the leader thinks, it's a wolf into the sheep's den! I don't care, if you dare to do something bad, come back and see if I won't take your skin off!"
"Huh!" Mu Shiyun coldly, stomped her feet, stood up groanfully, and walked around the room without realizing it.
In the main hall of Cangmeng, Gu Cangxiong was sitting quietly drinking tea. Outside the door, a disciple preached: "Leader, Hall of Dreams, Heavenly Fire Gate, Seniors of Qiandao Pavilion, have arrived!"
"Oh?" Gu Cangxiong was overjoyed, stood up abruptly, and smiled: "Please come in quickly!"
So, in the next moment, Nan Zhiyan, the master of the Hall of Dreams, Xue Feng, the master of the Skyfire Gate, and Chi Shan, the master of the Qiandao Pavilion, all entered the hall one after another and took their seats.
Among them, Xue Feng and Yuchishan, two heroes, sat extremely upright, while Nan Zhiyan drank tea indifferently, with Erlang's legs tilted, and a pair of beautiful legs showed up, making everyone a little bit disheartened and afraid to be straight. Depending on.
Shi Yingtu, who visited Qiandao Pavilion, and Ren Qianlie, who visited Tianhuomen, had already returned at this moment.
However, he didn't see the slightest figure of Du Yuanlang's little fat man. Looking at Nan Zhiyan's calm appearance, Gu Cangxiong's heart was a little puzzled.
So, he arched his hand and asked seriously: "South Pavilion Master, where is my bastard at this moment?"
"Humph," Nan Zhiyan put down the tea cup, glanced at Gu Cangxiong, curled her mouth, and said coldly: "You still know that he is a bastard, then you have to send him as a lobbyist, Gu Leng, I really don't know you. What do you think!"
"Bang!" Nan Zhiyan slapped the table with a cold face, but shocked the two powerhouses beside her.
Looking at the angry Nan Zhiyan, Gu Cangxiong's face sank, and there was a bad feeling in his heart.
He hurriedly smirked in embarrassment, and questioned: "Hehe... I don't know what ridiculous thing my boy disciple did to make the Nanguan master so angry? Speaking of it, I must teach him well!"
As soon as Gu Cangxiong finished speaking, Nan Zhiyan glanced at him indifferently, her red lips slightly opened, and said: "No, I have already done the lesson for you!"
"Hi..." Gu Cangxiong's eyes widened, his heart shook, and he almost didn't bite his tongue.
In his heart, this unpleasant feeling strengthened a bit.
However, she saw Nan Zhiyan with an angry face, curling her mouth, and slowly cursing: "This villain and hooligan is simply the best in the world. As soon as I arrived at my Dream Hall, a pair of sneaky eyes kept staring at the girls in my house. Look.
That's fine, but we kindly used illusion, and wanted to try this kid's concentration. Who knows, he actually deceived, deliberately, with a clear consciousness, deliberately put Chu Chu, the best disciple of my phantom hall. You Zhu, touched and kissed again, and finally kissed her again! Really look like a dog, not as good as a beast!
Anyway, my Zhuer is still a virgin, and it's ice and jade. If this is spread out, how can she have a face to see people in the future? What do you say to me! "
Gu Cangxiong's eyes were dull, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his whole heart was half bright.
Almost all the people present had a dark face, secretly sweating, and slandered: Good intentions? The most outstanding thing in your Hall of Dreams is illusion, especially abstinence. Once you discharge, how many men can stand it
This is really making things difficult for people!
It's over...
Thinking about what the Dream Hall usually does, Gu Cangxiong is already thinking about a little evildoer in his sect, that's it!
Do evil!
Gu Cangxiong was stunned, and a wry smile appeared involuntarily. He really wanted to slap himself viciously. It was all his fault. He thought Du Yuenlang had a brain somehow and he should not make mistakes. He should be able to rely on his three-inch tongue. , Get things done.
However, now Du Yuen Long has defiled the best and most favored Tianjiao woman. Isn't it all right to enter the hut and look for death
Gu Cangxiong knew in his heart that for committing such a big mistake, with the temper of the witches in the Hall of Dreams, the lightest would make Du Yuen Lang not a man, the heaviest, I am afraid it would kill him.
Gu Cangxiong couldn't help grinning, that's a pain!
However, no matter what, he now needs to know a result.
So, he barely squeezed out a smile, and respectfully said: "Haha... the master of the south pavilion... take the liberty to ask, is my rebel, is there still a life?"
Nan Zhiyan glanced at him, the corners of her mouth raised, the cloud was calm, and she smiled triumphantly: "I don't know, I have given Zhu'er the task of punishing him. She has suffered such a grievance, so she should vent her out. , I don’t know how much she will do."
"Puff..." Gu Cangxiong, who was still drinking tea with a guilty conscience just now, squirted a sip of tea at this moment, the whole person was excited, and the expression on his face was funny.
His expression was stiff, like eating shit, extremely ugly.
And Nan Zhiyan, with a playful attitude, glanced at Gu Cangxiong up and down, and then pretended to be guilty, and whispered: "This... Gu Mengzhu... If the little fat man died accidentally, you won't blame it. Let's..."
Gu Cangxiong smiled, pretending to be indifferent, and said with a smile: "No, no, how could he? He deserves it, he deserves it! Haha..."
When he said this, Gu Cangxiong was almost gritting his teeth.
In his mind, there is a villain who is roaring like a thunder, scolding Du Yuenlang as an idiot, knowing whether to live or die!
It's all right now, Gu Cangxiong's heart is completely cold, but who can he blame? Nan Zhiyan has come here, sitting here openly, everything is fine, is it afraid that he will be held accountable
Now, he can only bite the bullet, endure the painful face, pretending to be generous, but in fact, his heart is dripping blood!
A genius from his sect, who had never met in a century, was completely destroyed in his hands.
When he goes back, he must kneel before his ancestor's rank and bow his head to admit his mistake.
But at this moment, outside the hall, there was a roar of a tigress and a scream like a slaughter of pigs. The roaring noise made Gu Cangxiong, Ren Qianlie, and Shi Yingtu. My heart shook suddenly!
"Dead fat man, do you still know to come back? Your grandma's, did I remind you not to go! You dare not listen to my old mother, do you want to die? I killed you!"
"Ah...Ah! Auntie, spare my life, I was wrong, look, I'm still hurt, do you have the heart to beat me?"
"Let's see... It's really! This whip, tut, it's really bad, you must have done nothing good, or else, why did someone beat you?"
"No, no no..."
"Come here! Don't worry... I promise, I won't touch your wound, I can't bear it... Hee hee..."
The next moment, there was a moment of silence.
Afterwards, there was a hysterical cry: "Ah-killer-help-murdered husband-is there any reason-I really have lost eight lives, why did I provoke you... Ah... Grandma... Don't... Can we solve it with our fists, don't use the knife..."