Chapter 1008 kicked off

The Qingjiang Festival finally kicked off.

Before the sky was completely bright, there was already a commotion near Qingjiang.

In fact, the various preparations for the Qingjiang Festival had been completed a month ago, and the later Ministry of Rites and Soldiers, as well as the relevant departments of the imperial court, had settled in, which made the whole camp lively.

Among other things, even the surrounding bazaars have benefited a lot from this.

Although Fei Dasheng didn't get specific data, I don't know how many crystal coins the imperial court spent for this Qingjiang Festival, but just looking at the team of more than 5,000 people in this station, the expenses of all kinds of eating, drinking and Lazar should be a big number, not to mention that the old emperor also invited fifty saint-level masters from the ten major sects in one go, and the cost in this regard is even more amazing, as for the benefits he promised, it goes without saying.

This time of the Qingjiang Festival, the main priest is the three princes and the Ministry of Rites Shangshu, two of them, one represents His Majesty the Emperor, the other represents the imperial court, and the squire of the military department is responsible for arranging security work, and the other departments are playing soy sauce, and there is not much specific work assigned to them.

But in general, these people are just a bright line, and what really works is the old emperor's hidden Saint-Father-level masters, including the ten Saint-Father-level masters recruited by the Divine Enlightenment Empire itself, and the fifty Saint-Father-level masters from the ten major sects who still haven't shown up.

These saint-level masters are the most critical factor in determining the success or failure of the Qingjiang Festival.

However, this time, the insiders' faces were more solemn, after all, although they knew that the old emperor had a perfect layout, they couldn't be sure if this layout would be able to continue to suppress the Qingjiang Dragon King underwater?

The mood of suffering from gains and losses makes everyone's mood unable to relax, so the overall atmosphere can indeed be called solemn and solemn.

"Why are they all this virtue?"

"One by one, they look like they are dead?"

The third prince immediately saw this situation, and immediately became a little unhappy.

This time, he was able to be the chief priest of the Qingjiang Festival and attend such a large-scale event on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor, and the three princes were still a little proud in their hearts, at least in this competition, he defeated the five princes and gained the power to preside over the Qingjiang Festival, which was a big victory.

After all, the Qingjiang Festival ten years ago was presided over by His Majesty the Emperor himself, and today, ten years later, it is finally his turn to be the third prince, what does this mean, this shows that his three princes are the destiny of heaven!

The three princes can imagine that after the completion of this Qingjiang Festival, the heroes from all walks of life who serve him should be able to break through the threshold of his mansion.

At a critical time, you must be able to stand up in order to have a chance to move up, which is true for ordinary people, and it is even more reasonable for them who are interested in competing for the throne.

"Everyone's in good spirits!"

"The significance of this Qingjiang Festival is very important!"

"On behalf of His Majesty the Emperor, this king personally presides over this Qingjiang Festival, and it must be ......"

“……”

The third prince is also a guy who can fool, and he can say a large set of extremely complex theories casually, blowing the meaning of this Qingjiang Festival into the sky.

Lord Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites stood aside, and he also looked a little stunned, because he felt that what the three princes said should be right for him, and now his words were actually taken care of by the three princes, which made Lord Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites himself feel an inexplicable feeling.

"It's really a dog!"

"How could the old man meet such a partner?!"

"With his emotional intelligence, it's strange that he can be an emperor?!"

"Unless the princes are all dead, and he is the only one left, otherwise, go dream!"

"With such a pig teammate, the old man is also drunk!"

Lord Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites stood there, and in his heart he had already scolded the three princes for a bloody head.

If the murderous gaze can really put people to death, the graves of the three princes at this time are all one foot high.

"This third prince lacks a string in his brain. ”

"If someone like him can be the emperor, then I can be the emperor!"

Fei Dasheng and Hussar General Yu Tong, who were standing on the side, basically had the same evaluation when they communicated in private.

But fortunately, after the three princes' tirade, the Qingjiang Festival officially began.

This event is a large-scale event that lasts for seven days, and in the whole process of the Qingjiang Festival, the imperial court has formulated a very complete and strict ritual, and there are special activities at every hour, and there is a very important ceremony every six hours.

In order to cooperate with this Qingjiang Festival, almost everyone present has their own responsibilities, although they may feel that what they have to do is boring and has no practical significance, but in fact, they all underestimate the role they want to play, these roles are an indispensable part of the entire Qingjiang Festival, and after missing any link, the Qingjiang Festival will have problems, resulting in the inability to achieve the best results.

But in any case, after worshiping the heavens and the earth, the Qingjiang Festival kicked off.

The Qingjiang Festival is not a simple worship, in fact, from now on, simultaneous worship activities will be held in any city in the entire Divine Apocalypse Empire.

Fei Dasheng noticed that in the sky above the entire Qingjiang River Basin, there was a surge of luck swept in, gradually merging into one, and then slowly descended towards the main altar of the Qingjiang Great Sacrifice and blended into it.

The luck in the main altar was communicated by the charm into a special space through a special contact method, obtained a certain blessing, and finally landed on the Qingjiang River.

"That luck should be used to strengthen the seal!"

"I really didn't expect that the art of luck could be played like this?!"

"This is almost the luck of concentrating the entire Divine Apocalypse Empire and using it to suppress this Qingjiang Dragon King!"

"It's really a big deal!"

After seeing all this, Fei Dasheng couldn't help but admire the person who designed this suppression array, if he didn't have the deepest understanding of the spell technique, this person would not have been able to design such a magnificent array.

As for the effect or something, of course, it is also obvious to all, if there is no existence of this Qingjiang Festival, maybe the Qingjiang Dragon King would have broken the seal a long time ago.

The existence of this Qingjiang Great Festival has at least delayed the opportunity for the Qingjiang Dragon King to break the seal two hundred years late.

"The luck of a few years is extraordinarily strong!"

"It seems that the people in various places have also been affected, which is why such a large amount of luck will be gathered!"

Yu Tong noticed this and said to Fei Dasheng.

"It's not a good thing!"

After hearing this, Fei Dasheng couldn't help frowning, and shook his head again and again.

Luck is a bit strange to say, and sudden decreases and surges are not good things.

Especially in the most critical year of the Qingjiang Festival, there was such an abnormal increase, which suddenly brought Fei Dasheng a feeling of "returning to the light", which is really not a good thing.

"It doesn't matter!"

"We're not the protagonists anyway!"

"We'll see!"

General Yu Tong shrugged his shoulders and said to Fei Dasheng.

"Not bad!"

Fei Dasheng responded casually, but took out the innate curse disk, wanting to calculate it and see how his luck is today?

After devouring the evil power, the situation of the Innate Curse Disk has become more special, and it has a gray and low-key feeling as soon as it looks like before, and it is no longer as eye-catching as before.

Fei Dasheng was overjoyed when he saw it, this is obviously a good thing, the sentence of the divine object is not in vain, this shows that after the innate curse disk has undergone some evolution, it has finally transformed to a higher realm, and it is no longer like before, unable to restrain its own breath.

After the Innate Curse Disk had been running for a while, a phantom image was projected in front of Fei Dasheng, which was exactly the appearance of a river, and it was a comprehensive image of the main stream and tributaries of the Qingjiang River.

"I didn't expect that!"

"Now the power of the Innate Curse Disk has grown to such an extent!"

"It can already show the terrain?!"

After Fei Dasheng saw this situation, he was also a little surprised.

Although he knew that the ability of this thing was amazing, but after seeing the current scene, Fei Dasheng's expectations for the Innate Curse Disk were raised a little.

"Let's find out, where is this Qingjiang Dragon King hidden?"

Fei Dasheng mobilized the Innate Curse Disk, and then slowly started to calculate the specific location of the Qingjiang Dragon King.

In fact, it is not easy to find this location.

Because this kind of seal is actually a separate time and space, it embodies the ability of the masters of the Saint King realm to suppress all things, and at most there is an outlet that has something to do with Qingjiang.

Once the Qingjiang Dragon King breaks the seal, he will definitely appear in this Qingjiang River first, so what the Qingjiang Great Sacrifice wants to seal is the exit of this big array.

After Fei Dasheng's innate curse disk had been running for a long time, it finally marked a few red dots in the Qingjiang Phantom.

"That's a bit of a problem!"

"There could be several suspicious targets at the exit?"

"If the Qingjiang Dragon King wants to break the seal, these places may become his exit!"

"But with our strength, it is easy to find these exits, but it is almost impossible to protect them all!"

"Even if fifty Saint-level masters of the Ten Great Sects arrive, they can't do this!"

After studying for a while, Fei Dasheng came to such a conclusion.

Sure enough, the pit of the Qingjiang Festival is really indescribably deep.

"There is a change in the water of the Qingjiang River!"

Suddenly, someone had a problem and shouted a warning to the crowd.

(End of chapter)

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