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Everybody's here.

A crisp bell rang, and the aftermath lingered.

Their steps were lighter and slower, and they seemed to be particularly cautious when they breathed.

It was a little bit of awe, a little bit of fear, but it was nothing, just an indescribable confusion.

Layer after layer of stone steps, from where they knelt, stretched out to the front. Stretch to dozens of feet away.

Cigarette smoke swirls like fog in the wilderness.

Looking through the smoke, you can see a large chair at the front.

The chair was empty, but the walls were strewn with strange charms.

Suddenly, another bell rang.

All the people immediately threw themselves to the ground and fell prostrately.

On that empty chair, there was already a person seated.

A magical and mysterious person.

He was wearing a large six-colored robe, which shone so brightly that it seemed to be the sun in the sky.

He wore a hideous and strange mask on his face, as if it had been made of gold.

From a distance, the man's whole body seemed to be enveloped in a strange six-colored golden light.

Why is it six colors, why is red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple the only thing missing?

So he looks like a flame at all, a scorching sun, and no one else can look at him at all.

There seemed to be a figure standing behind him.

But in his light, the figure had become illusory, if there was nothing.

This figure is the old woman in black.

The old woman in black swept under her eyes one by one, but she didn't find herself

People who want to.

looked at the seven or eight people in front of him, as if asking, and those few people were lower.

The crisp sound of rattles and the distant sound of flutes entered the altar.

Everyone in the altar heard it clearly, and was amazed, because all the believers were here, so where did this voice come from?

The old woman in black was shocked, and her wrinkled face showed an expression of disbelief.

The holy woman couldn't help but stand up and looked at Shi Menchu.

The stone door slid open, and everyone only felt that the blue starlight flashed in front of them, and a beautiful girl walked out of the starlight.

The blue starlight gradually disappeared, and everyone was stunned, because there had never been a place where outsiders came, and suddenly there were so many more people.

Moreover, such a noisy appearance.

Hu Tiehua looked inside and couldn't help but sigh: "The more solemn, the heavier, the more pedantic, the more unreasonable, this kind of place will inevitably wipe out all the joy of being a human being if you stay in this place for a long time."

The previous Mai Lao Tzu said: "How did you break into ......."

With a wave of Lan Feng's hand, the old man in Mai stood there like a piece of wood as if someone had cast a spell.

Vermilion Bird, Orange Phoenix, Yellow Pheasant, Green Harrier, Qingluan, Blue Phoenix, Purple Kite, and Phantom Yan faded to both sides respectively, turning to each other.

The eight women put their hands together, everything disappeared out of thin air, and with both hands pinching their fingers, all the starlight gathered behind Lan Feng and under his feet.

A blue crescent moon appeared behind the blue maple tilt, and a blue lotus was born under his feet, holy and incomprehensible.

Except for Lan Feng, Qingluan, and the Eight Girls of Huanyan, the rest of the people, including Chu Liuxiang and a little red, were speechless in shock.

Song Tian'er and Li Hongsleeve tugged at Su Rongrong's sleeve and murmured, "Sister, it won't be a goddess who has gone down from heaven to earth from nine days!" ”。

Chu Liuxiang and a little red only felt that looking at Lan Feng's back, so close but so far away, cold sweat broke out in their palms.

Lan Feng swept up and came to the saint in an instant, a large lotus flower rose under her feet, and the mask on the saint's face split in two with a fingertip stroke, and fell to the ground and turned into golden powder.

The old woman in black couldn't come back to her senses for a long time, Lan Feng leaned over and looked at her and said, "More than one hundred and fifty years ago, the Demon Yuan founded the Mai Holy Sect, and she is the eighth generation here!" ”。

Everyone only listened to the aura of intimidation and was a little breathless.

Hu Tiehua snapped his fingers and said, "More than one hundred and fifty years, the eighth generation? The saint lives so diligently! ”。

Lan Feng leaned over at the old woman in black and said, "Because every saint girl will not live to be in her forties, the saint must be eighteen years old to succeed to the throne, the most saint girl has been in power for twenty-five years, and the least has fallen in less than eighteen years, is this holy lord right?" ”。

The sound is as light as water, but it beats on people's hearts like water droplets.

Lan Feng fell on his lap with a wave of his wide sleeves and sat on the chair.

Qingluan and Huanyan put the two chairs on both sides of the middle chair, and the eight women knelt down on one knee and said in unison: "Welcome Chu Liuxiang and a little red lord to the seat."

Chu Liuxiang and a little red paused a little unresponsive, looked at each other, and then looked at Lan Feng.

Lan Feng nodded slightly, and Zhang Jiejie looked at Chu Liuxiang with a smile.

Hu Tiehua, Hell Yama, Li Hongsleeve, Song Tianer, and Su Rongrong also sat down one after another and sat down.

The Mai disciples standing under the altar were all amazed, why did this girl, who looked like she was in her twenties, know so well what was going on in her own teaching.

The old woman in black pulled Zhang Jiejie, who was looking at Chu Liuxiang in a daze, and got off the altar, bowed in front of Lan Fengtian and said: "The Mai Sect's protector Magu Wu and the eighth generation of the Mai Sect's saint Zhang Jiejie bow to the Holy Spirit of the Illusion Tilt, and the two lords of the Illusion Tilt." Then bow three times and bow nine times.

The Mai disciples followed in unison with three bows and nine bows.

Chu Liuxiang and a little red sat like a needle prick, and Lan Feng leaned and said softly: "Get up, sit down."

Magu Wu pulled Zhang Jiejie to sit down, Lan Feng leaned over at Hu Tiehua and said, "Drunken butterfly, you can guess how old Elder Ma is."

Hu Tiehua looked at Magu Wu and said, "I guess there is no malice."

It didn't hurt for Maguwu to shake her head, and Hu Tiehua continued: "Sixty or seventy years old."

Lan Feng tilted his head and said, "That's not right."

Hu Tiehua said again: "Eighty years old."

Lan Feng said with pity: "She is only in her forties this year."

Hu Tiehua jumped up and said in surprise: "What, why is this happening in your forties."

Lan Feng leaned down and looked around and said, "Not only her, but they are, whether male or female are in their thirties, their vitality will begin to pass until they die."

Li Hongsleeve and Song Tianer said in unison: "Why is this happening, it's so cruel."

Lan Feng said slowly: "Because of their founders, the demons are going against the sky, breaking away from the Illusory Tilt Holy Palace and setting up their own portals, and the heavenly punishment is coming."

Su Rongrong looked at Lan Feng and said, "Sister, is there a way to lift the heavenly punishment!" ”。

Lan Feng raised his eyes, and a cold light appeared in his eyes to look at Zhang Jiejie, who had been lost and depressed, and said, "Shouldn't this question be asked by you, the Holy Mai Sect Saint?" ”。

Zhang Jiejie, who was originally decadent, suddenly raised her head suddenly, the resentment in her eyes, and raised her hand to attack Lan Feng.

The speed was extremely fast, and it was already too late for Magu Wu, Hu Tiehua, and Hell Yama to prepare to intercept.

Song Tian'er, Li Hongsleeve, and Su Rongrong stood up nervously.

The strong wind blew, Zhang Jiejie's hand stopped two millimeters in front of Lan Fengtian, Chu Liuxiang clicked on her acupoint, and a little red stopped her hand.

Lan Fengtian still sat there so indifferently, without the slightest fluster.

Chu Liuxiang and a little red just withdrew their hands, to everyone's surprise, Zhang Jiejie actually forcibly broke through the acupoint.

Song Tianer and Li Hongsleeve exclaimed: "Sister, don't."

Chu Liuxiang and a little red shouted: "Feng'er."

In a hurry, Chu Liuxiang kicked Zhang Jiejie's arm, and threw the Cold Star Sword out with a little red, Zhang Jiejie's claws slashed diagonally upward, the mask on Lan Feng's face was scraped off, and the Cold Star Sword stabbed into Zhang Jiejie's shoulder and nailed it to the ground, and Chu Liuxiang fainted with a grieving glance of blood and complaint.