The soldiers guarding the altar made strange noises, as if shouting, as if they were saying something.

This sound has a calming magic, and after it spread, the crowd that was still noisy quickly quieted down.

An old man flew up in the air, stood in front of the altar and said loudly, "The prayer service is about to begin, please be quiet." ”

The crowd was already quiet, and he said it in vain.

The old man didn't waste much time, and after finishing speaking, he fell.

At this time, the originally clear sky seemed to start to haze a little, and the sky appeared with flocculent dark clouds, and it didn't take long for them to connect into patches, covering the entire sky.

There seemed to be a heavy rain brewing in the gloomy sky, and there was a faint sound of thunder coming from far away.

Yang Xuan looked up at the sky, his eyes flashed with a strange color, and said softly, "It's going to rain?"

"No!" Bloom shook her head, "Before every prayer service, the sky is cloudy

When the cloud god descends on the blessings, the dark clouds will be broken, which is a symbol. ”

Yang Xuan nodded.

The wind rose, and the wind and dust with a sweet fragrance blew through the white jade altar, blowing the dress of Princess Ziyun at the top of the pillar backwards, like an immortal.

Princess Ziyun slowly raised her hands up, as if she was holding something, and held her head high.

After about five or six minutes, another strange sound came out of her mouth and spread throughout the grassland.

The crowd began to kneel, and they reverently prostrate themselves on the ground, palms facing the sky, and chanting words along with the voice.

Of course, it was only the Black Cloud people who knelt down, and those foreigners knelt and some did not.

Hua Hong naturally knelt down a long time ago, and Yang Xuan had no choice, so he squatted beside her.

Yang Xuan couldn't understand what Princess Ziyun was saying, so she asked Hua Hong, "What is she talking about?"

Hua Hong said in a low voice: "Princess Ziyun speaks the ancient language of Heiyun, this language can only be learned by the royal family, and ordinary people can't learn it. ”

Yang Xuan was thoughtful, he suddenly remembered the ancient language of the Heavenly Wolf, and secretly thought that to communicate with the Cloud God, he needed to use the ancient language of the Black Cloud?

The wind is stronger.

The wind seemed to appear out of thin air and then disappeared out of thin air, only moving around the altar, blowing Princess Ziyun's gauze skirt tightly against her body, revealing her bumpy figure.

At this time, Hua Hong's whole body was prostrate on the ground, and her ass was high, round and round, and she couldn't help but want to touch it.

However, such a solemn and serious occasion was obviously inappropriate, Yang Xuan shook his head with a smile, dispelling this untimely idea.

The dark clouds in the sky began to roll, like a sea hanging upside down in the sky, and from time to time set off huge waves that drooped dozens of meters, which was extremely terrifying.

This anomaly is not a natural phenomenon.

Yang Xuan keenly felt that with Princess Ziyun's prayer, there seemed to be some power gradually approaching above the clouds.

That is naturally the power of the cloud god.

The prayers continued, and the clouds rolled harder.

At a certain moment, a ray of light suddenly broke through the clouds, like a spear of light, piercing Princess Ziyun.

In an instant, the wind stopped, and everything in the world came to a standstill.

Princess Ziyun, bathed in light, appeared infinitely divine and infinitely bright at this moment.

Everyone chanted the cloud god in unison, and they were extremely pious.

Immediately after, more light broke through the clouds and landed on the altar, each beam falling straight on a pillar.

There are nineteen in total, no more, no less.

The dark clouds began to disappear, and the sky returned to light, and the milky white color seemed to have a terrifying power.

Yang Xuan saw that as the dark clouds disappeared, an invisible force fell on the entire plain, sneaking into the bodies of the believers, soothing their moods and caressing their sickness.

Some wept in pain, others chanted loudly.

Obviously, they felt the power of the cloud god.

"Well, it's a bit of a doorway. Yang Xuan nodded.

He does not have the ability to borrow external forces to do good things for believers.

If he is allowed to do it, he can only use the cloud god in his body and take it out of his body to use it, instead of borrowing it directly like Princess Ziyun.

The light continued, and Yang Xuan noticed that not all believers could be baptized by the power of the cloud god, and it seemed that it should be related to their personal physique.

As for the fact that it is related to faith and piety, Yang Xuan absolutely does not believe it.

However, the bonus around her obviously did not get the favor of the cloud god, and she didn't even have the power of the cloud god around her body, which made her whole person look very lonely and uneasy, and she lowered her body more reverently, and her ass was more round.

Yang Xuan smiled dumbly, and secretly injected a cloud god power into her body.

The last time he entered the Cloud God Space, he took a lot.

Hua Hong's body trembled, obviously feeling the favor of the "Cloud God", she was so excited that she couldn't help herself, and turned to Yang Xuan excitedly and said: "I have been blessed by the Cloud God, I have been blessed by the Cloud God." ”

"Congratulations, congratulations. Yang Xuan said with a smile, his eyes glancing at Hua Hong's pouting ass from time to time.

Hua Hong looked at Yang Xuan's eyes, only then did she realize that something was wrong, and glared at Yang Xuan with some anger, but she didn't change her posture, just continued to pray.

Yang Xuan laughed and stopped paying attention.

The whole prayer process lasted about an hour, during which Princess Ziyun also recited a large prayer in the ancient language of Heiyun, and Yang Xuan didn't even understand a word.

But you can guess it, it must be the official language of praying for good weather and so on, and it's not worth mentioning.

At this point, the prayer before the Cloud God Sacrifice was over, and after Princess Ziyun returned to the White Jade Palace and the guard of honor set off, the believers began to leave in twos and threes.

Of course, it is natural to be elated when you get the blessing of the cloud god, and what you don't get is a sad face.

Hua Hong looked very happy, even bouncing like a little girl, but Yang Xuan secretly wondered if she should be injected with more cloud god power?

However, Hua Bonus is not a cultivator, and if you rashly gain a lot of power, it will only be harmful, not beneficial.

"Hey, what did you peek at when you prayed just now?" Hua Hong jumped for a while, and suddenly there was a sound, and she began to settle accounts after the autumn.

Yang Xuan was dumbfounded, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, the flower behind you is quite beautiful." ”

"Believe in you to have ghosts. Bonus snorted with her nose, "I think you must have deceived a lot of women." ”

I have to say that Hua Hong's intuition is quite accurate, but Yang Xuan naturally laughed.

Hua Feng couldn't get a response from Yang Xuan, so he suddenly stopped and stared at Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan was forced to stop, and was inexplicably looked at by him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Hua Hong smiled, ran away again, and said with a smile: "Actually, it is normal for a man like you to be such an excellent man, and many women, I won't mind." ”

What is it, Yang Xuan is simply confused, who knows what this woman thinks in her heart.

Are you seducing me?

Yang Xuan smiled dumbly, then slowly turned around and said lightly: "You have followed me all the way, is there something wrong?"