Luo Xingsu was stunned and didn't speak.

A middle-aged man on the side couldn't help but say, "If you want to find pure blood, any one in the Upper Realm Immortal Gu Clan is more suitable to be the patriarch's wife than her." ”

The old man shook his head and walked away.

Luo Jia didn't know that someone was thinking about her, and when she returned to the ancestral house, there was a waiter who was beckoning the children to line up, and as soon as she appeared, after asking for her identity, she was pulled to the front, and coincidentally, Mingzhu was in the back two positions of the team next to her, quite close.

I don't know why, Luo Jia will always subconsciously pay attention to it as long as he sees Mingzhu, obviously he can't say that he is familiar with people, even if he is among thousands of people, he can know and recognize each other at a glance, Luo Jia once thought that this was the reason for Mingzhu's affinity and talent, but with the growth of the law realm, there are a few more other ideas.

Pay attention to Mingzhu, not because of the other party's high affinity, but because the fluctuations of the laws of the two are somewhat similar, not attributes or strength, etc., just breath fluctuations, close to each other, this similarity is becoming more and more obvious, as if there is a pair of hands in the dark to make the same tone for them, but Luojia's breath fluctuations are as stable as Mount Tai, and Mingzhu's is gradually shifting towards her.

This year's ancestor worship of the human race is just a small sacrifice, compared to the Jialan Realm Celebration, and the people participating are only a fraction of the Realm Celebration, but the scene is very solemn, except for the desolate and reckless sacrificial music, the sacrificial crowd walks by, and even the footsteps and the sound of the collision of clothes and clothes are silent.

The red carpet leaps into the sky and extends into the ancestral land, a distance of hundreds of stars, but it only takes 9,999 steps for the ancestor worshippers, no matter how big or small the pace is, a three-year-old child is the same as a three-year-old man.

After walking 9,999 steps, the first person arrived in front of the huge stone monument towering into the clouds of the ancestral land, and the last person happened to cross the archway of the ancestral land.

Luo Jia and other 300 human race boys held sacrificial vessels in their hands, and they stood in front of them, and when they arrived, they stood on both sides of the stone monument.

During the whole process, except for the brain being his own, his hands and feet moved on his own like a puppet of the imperial envoy, and even his expression was not under his control.

Luo Jia was still a little panicked at first, seeing that everyone was the same, there was even a little royal highness of the human race surnamed Luo standing in front, and he was rolling all over the ground when he was queuing, and he walked again after the official start, obviously he was also a member of the control, and gradually relaxed.

The process of worshipping ancestors is different from what Luo Jia knows, it is very difficult, not only mentally.

As the patriarch recited the prayer on it, the heavens and the earth began to darken, and then the rain poured down.

The rain was so cold that it could penetrate the bones through the protection, and the water under the feet quickly increased, from overflowing the top of the feet, drowning over the knees, over the waist, over the shoulders, until the whole person fell into the water.

The body is still motionless, although it will not suffocate, but the cold has invaded the lungs, and the whole person is like turning into ice.

When the entire ancestral land was flooded, everyone was like a zombie under the water, maintaining the posture of holding the sacrifice still, the patriarch was still reading the sacrifice under the water, and the sound of sacrifice music seemed to come from outside the sky.

"When ......"

A long bell rang out during the memorial music, and the patriarch took a breath for a moment and led everyone to salute the stone tablet in the water.

One prostration, two prostrations, three prostrations.

All of them move the same way, as if using a copy template.

As he bowed, the ice water receded to his shoulder.

At the second prostration, the ice water is lowered to the waist.

After three prostrations, all the stagnant water disappeared in an instant, the darkness disappeared, and the heavens and the earth returned to light.

If it weren't for the feeling of cold, my memory would be fresh, as if the rainstorm just now was an illusion.

Flooding and cold is just the beginning, the patriarch began to read the long sacrificial text that the barrier-free intelligent communication device could not translate, the sky and the earth are getting brighter and brighter, from the windy and sunny April and May to the sunny July and August, there seems to be a sun descending overhead, getting hotter and hotter, hotter and hotter.

It took only a few snaps of a finger for the ground to turn from incandescent to dark red lava.

"Rub"

The first flames lit up, followed by countless flames, and the ancestral land turned into a sea of fire.

After the severe cold and flooding, there was a scorching heat.

Luo Jia tried to meditate and concentrate, and the heat wave hit in waves, like gold and stone in a furnace, about to melt, and the sound of burning skin and flesh seemed to be heard in his ears.

I don't know how long it took, but Luo Jia suspected that he was about to cremate the relics, and the bell that could awaken the soul finally rang again, and it was three prostrations.

The flame disappears in one worship, the magma disappears in the second worship, and the heaven and earth return to normal in the third worship.

The scorching sensation in the body still exists, the body seems to be lighter, the ice muscles and jade bones seem to have improved, and the spiritual power runs more smoothly.

The patriarch took a breath and continued to recite the sacrificial text, when the third disaster struck.

After the flooding and cold and the scorching heat, the third calamity appeared silently, ready to wait, and after a few minutes the heavens and the earth did not change, and the body was numb, and even the spirit was numb.

Luo Jia waited, waited, and the whole person turned into stone.

All of them turned into stones, just like the stone monument that stood quietly, there was no smooth circulation, no vitality fluctuations, except for the voice of the patriarch echoing with the sacrificial music, the entire ancestral land was like a dead land.

In just ten minutes, it seems like hundreds of thousands of years.

Luoga was unconscious, until a long voice shattered the thick shell, pulling her out of the dark silence, and stiffened her body and saluted the stone.

The numbness of the first worship gradually faded, the second worship was conscious, and the third worship of the vitality in the body was more than before.

In my memory, it seems that thousands of years have passed since I turned into stone, and the feeling of numbness and ignorance letting the wind and rain chise, file, file, polish and have no reaction is terrifying.

The patriarch's prayers continued, and Luoga thought she could face the fourth calamity calmly, but when the itching sensation rose, she realized that she had overestimated her patience.

First of all, the surface of the skin seemed to be crawling with countless ants and caterpillars, but I couldn't move or scratch, the more I endured it, the more itchy it became, and I even wanted to peel off my hair and tear off a layer of skin for myself.

The tickle begins to penetrate deeper, from the flesh to the bone marrow.

Luoga was eager to throw himself into the mill, grind it into powder, and sprinkle it directly into the sea, so that it would not itch.

At this time, numbness is so gentle that it is extremely nostalgic.

In the midst of the torment, the bell fell from the sky like a savior, and as the three worships passed, the spiritual power flowed all over the body, washing away the remaining itch, and the meridians were more open.

The patriarch's sacrifice seems to be inexhaustible, and the fifth disaster is the wind.

The wind was as sharp as a knife, whistling and blowing, and the body was like being nailed to the ground, no matter how it blew, it would not shake, and even the clothes hung quietly, as if the wind was just an illusion.

Regardless of whether it is real or illusory, the pain of the wind blowing on the body is real, and the wind blades blow one after another, first the skin, then the flesh, and then the pain into the bone marrow.

What is it like to cut a thousand knives, Luo Jia can be regarded as having understood, and the feeling of grinding himself into powder is really experienced.

I want to scream, I want to wail, I want to roll all over the floor.

The body-body has thousands of sores-hundreds of holes, muddy body-blood-flesh-mold, but the ground under his feet is clean, and the clothes on his body are clean, and there is not a trace of blood to be seen.

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