In one night, Yang Chengjian refined and absorbed the divine artifact to wash the marrow and the muscles, and the temperament of the whole person actually became more unpretentious. If you stand there and don't say a word, it's easy to ignore his presence, and all the light is restrained. It's just that in his pupils, there are occasional sharp essences flashing, which is frightening.

Wang Jingyu felt a trace of danger on Yang Chengjian's body. This aura was not directed at him, but it was a real existence. Like a hidden poisonous snake, it will wait for an opportunity to move at a certain moment and put itself in the place of death.

"You're getting a little weird, and it's even more incomprehensible. Wang Jingyu looked at Yang Chengjian, he had a simple and casual hairline, and his hairline was a little high. The skin looks a little white among boys, and it looks harmless to humans and animals, and it looks like it's easy to get along with.

"Hey...... You can rest assured of me. Brother Yu. Yang Chengjian touched his short hair, smiled innocently, showed a pair of tiger teeth, and his eyes were sincere and sincere. It gives people a sense of looking at the ordinary boy next door.

Wang Jingyu stopped talking, mainly because he didn't know much about him and didn't know what to say. He could feel that Yang Chengjian had no ill will towards him, at least not now.

Does he have any intentions for himself?

I have a check-in system, and I don't know anyone but myself, so it's definitely not for this. As for the unreliable rhetoric of the son of the plane? If it weren't for Jiang Longhu's deliberate framing and elevation, the evolutionaries who appeared among the poor like them wouldn't have known the term son of the plane. I don't know what this word means in the world of evolutionaries.

Wang Jingyu took the time to search for the son of the plane on the Internet, and the above explanation is: It is a kind of science fiction theory, probably the life born from this plane (independent universe) with special meaning, and it was born from the luck of this plane. Although it is a bit of a mouthful, it is more favored by the supreme consciousness body than the life form that is conceived by ordinary beings. In fact, it is a bit similar to the chosen one, which means that luck is bursting.

In history, the son of the plane with the highest voice was Liu Xiu, Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty. Compared with the luck of this real son of the plane, Wang Jingyu felt that he and the title of the son of the plane must have nothing to do with half a hair.

Wherever others go, they are like God's help, their wishes come true, they are forced to do so, which is like themselves, and they are troubled and tortured by the check-in system everywhere.

Although I have to admit that the system has helped him a lot, I am very angry!

The three of them changed into ancient costumes sent by the staff of the Evolution Sequence Department, and they all had a feeling of being well-dressed and graceful. Wide-sleeved and long-sleeved placket, jade belt at the waist, and hooked shoes. Because it is a special costume for sacrifices, the style is gray and black and elegant, and it is dignified and formal.

Wang Jingyu seems to have the demeanor of a son of an ancient family, but his face is a little pale, as if he is overindulged. It was the sequelae of practicing "Chaos Blue Lotus View Thoughts" last night, but his eyes were bright, making people a little afraid to look directly.

Lin Tingyue has red lips and white teeth, a little powdery. Yang Chengjian is still so inconspicuous and ordinary.

After the three of them cleaned up, the staff took out a strange object and threw it on the ground, and a one-way fixed-point portal appeared. A few mermaids rushed in, and they came to a wide and grand square on the top of Mount Tai. At this time, it was already crowded with people, and hundreds of thousands of young men and girls wearing sacrificial clothes gathered together. The breath of youth and the breath of tradition are colliding, and there is an inexplicable sense of harmony.

According to ancient etiquette, girls are not allowed to participate in such rituals. But now that equality between men and women is being promoted, girls can be included in the list as well.

"This ......" Wang Jingyu and the three of them were all shocked by the scene in front of them, a little dumbfounded and at a loss.

There are dozens of bluestone squares the size of football fields, and each stone brick on the ground is the same size, and they fit each other tightly. Directly in front of it are ninety-nine solemn steps, and at the top is an ancient altar. There are incense cases and countless tributes on it, and in the huge bronze tripod with mottled bodies, there are three incense sticks with curling green smoke.

The green smoke is ethereal, condensed but not dispersed, as if connected to the sky.

At a glance, the grand and solemn atmosphere came to the face.

Outside the square, is the sea of clouds that changes endlessly, look down at the faint place, and vaguely be able to see the Jade Emperor Peak of Mount Tai's tourist attractions. It is crowded with tourists, all waiting for the sunrise. In such a contrast, there is a very unreal feeling, as if you are in a heavenly palace.

It didn't take long for a golden light to emerge from the sea of clouds in the east, and then the round red disk showed its head, rising vigorously and vigorously. The sky and the earth are white, the golden light is sprinkled, and the sea of clouds is not like the world.

The rising sun and the treacherous spectacle of the sea of clouds shook everyone's heart. The square of more than 100,000 people is silent, and the needles can be heard. Only the accustomed morning breeze blows, shuttling through the crowd, clothes fluttering. At this moment, many people's perception of life has become thicker.

Nature is silent, life is tangible, and the road of evolution lies in forging ahead, accumulation and transformation.

At this time, a condensed voice sounded: "The emperor is in the sky, and he is in the earth." The spirit of the land gathers the wind and rain. Each has its place, and all things are born. To each his own, the present and the past. ”

This voice is like Huang Zhong Da Lu, deafening and enlightening. It seems to resound in everyone's heart and soul, and it is fascinating.

"Only the heavens benefit the people, and the heavens open up the earth; the heavens have the way, and the kind of people are only manifested. Fuwei God, blessed and auspicious in the Three Realms, condescended to listen to the humble, and was the true ruler of the Ten Directions. May the gods of yin and yang be unpredictable to show the full heart of selflessness. Maximize the power of mana, make a fortune and be auspicious; The wind and rain are good, and there are no disasters......"

At the beginning of the assessment of the evolutionary sequence, we must first sacrifice to heaven and earth and comfort our ancestors. At the same time, with the power of the heyday of incense, activate the secret realm of Mount Tai's assessment. This is a major part of the ceremony.

After the proclamation was completed, the man in front of the altar shouted in a deep voice: "Prostrate!!"

More than 100,000 boys and girls, plus the staff of the Evolution Sequence Department, all bowed down to the altar, and the scene was spectacular. Wang Jingyu was also among them, thinking that it was okay to kneel to the sky and worship the earth, so he also followed the action and bowed his head.

When his knees were about to fall, there was a sudden boom and click, and the void shook, and the sky trembled, and the sky was about to be turned upside down.

The incense case on the altar was torn apart, and the precious tributes were scattered all over the place, gurgling and rolling.

More than 100,000 people shook left and right, frightened, and the souls of the dead were all rising.

"What's going on?!!"

"Is the sky falling?!!

"Is the end of the world?!!"

Everyone, showing a look of panic, was uneasy. Some people, even a two-strand battle.

As a result, Wang Jingyu failed to bow down. His body didn't shake, but slowly stood up. At the moment when the void shook, he seemed to hear the wails of heaven and earth, and the unwilling cry of begging for mercy.

"This ......"

That voice is the world whimpering. He had a faint feeling, as if this heaven and earth could not bear his kneeling, and did not dare to let him kneel.

This sounds a little ridiculous, but it is the first thought in his heart, not like an illusion.

"Tingyue, did you hear anything?" Wang Jingyu frowned, supported Lin Tingyue, who was unstable, and asked.

Then I heard a click, and the others were gone. What's the matter, brother-in-law. Lin Tingyue was panicked in his heart, his face was burnt, and he felt that the building was about to collapse.

"I don't know ...... either"

At this moment, a mutation protrudes on the altar!