Mo Zhiyu remembered what Yun Shi said last night, looked at Wuyan with a smile, and said, "It's okay." Then he remembered that the remnant soul had said that Wuyan would die next year, and added, "It should be fine." ”

At this time, the elders on the Cloud Gate side came out to explain and said, "Please pay attention to all the talisman cultivators and instrument cultivators, and when the time comes, you must act according to the changes in the formation." In the event of an accident, evacuate according to the formation. ”

The crowd around the formation nodded one after another. As a half-formation cultivator, Mo Zhiyu still walked over to join in the fun, and then he found that this formation was much more complicated than what the remnant soul had taught him before.

Mo Zhiyu raised his eyebrows slightly, because he saw that in addition to the surface of this magic circle, there was also a set of hidden arrays, which were the language of the gods. Ordinary people might think that these were just some kind of derivative changes of the array, but at that time, Mo Zhiyu could see that this was the core of this array.

This also further confirmed the Yun family's identity as a godborn. However, it is really strange that the Yun family, as a descendant of gods, can become one of the five major sects in the Xianhua Alliance.

After the elder finished explaining, he said, "We will give you the picture of the circle copy in a moment. Another thing, there will be a year-end prayer lantern festival in Cloud City tonight, so you can relax and relax first, you don't have to be so nervous. ”

Mo Zhiyu looked at the elder's relaxed face and thought: Is the Xianhua League ready?

It took most of the day to spend most of the day here in the Heavenly Cliff, and when I returned to Cloud City, it was already dark, but at this moment, Cloud City seemed to be alive, full of joy.

Listening to Wuyan, the Chinese New Year in Yunzhou is different from most places in the Eastern Continent, and it will be the end of the year in November. And the so-called prayer lantern festival is to pray to the heavens for good weather in the future.

In fact, since Emperor Chentian issued the "Killing God Order", no one cares about worshipping the gods, even worshipping the heavens. There is still such a custom in this place, which was "chartered" by Emperor Chentian.

The people who wanted to see the excitement of the lantern festival all got off halfway, and Mo Zhiyu got off the car alone, and the other three, Wuyan, Sheng Dongxing and Jin Wushuang were all people who had lived for a long time, so they were not curious about this kind of scene.

Although the atmosphere was lively, it was still winter. Mo Zhi gathered the warm big coat on his body and walked slowly along the long street.

He watched the big red lanterns hung in front of the houses, he watched the children running past him with red lanterns, and he watched the crowds of people coming and going.

Many of these people are gods.

In fact, the gods can live a worldly life in peace, as long as their identities are not discovered.

The Yun family, that's how they survived, right? Disguise yourself as a Human. But the Divine Descendant is the Divine Descendant after all, and cannot truly become a human race. Once the identity is revealed, it is a catastrophe.

At this time, there was a sudden uproar around me.

"It's coming! Here it comes! ”

People shouted happily and took refuge on the side of the road. Mo Zhiyu looked back, and saw that at the end of the long street, the lights were brilliant, a large group of people and horses were coming slowly, and the sturdy man holding a long pole was the first to open the way, and a string of red lanterns fluttered on the top of the flagpole.

"Come here, this little brother!" A kind-hearted big brother pulled Mo Zhiyu to the side of the street, "You're a foreigner, right?" ”

Mo Zhiyu nodded.

The eldest brother said enthusiastically: "Today is a blessing party, and the eldest lady of our Yun family will go up to the altar to play the qin and pray for blessings, this is it!" We're going to follow the team, walk around the city, and next year, everything will be good!" ”

"Really? I'm also overjoyed. Mo Zhi looked at the team over there with a smile, and saw that after the group of people at the head walked by, it was a large sedan chair carried by sixteen people, and the sedan chair had several heavy gauze curtains, and it was impossible to see what was inside, only a vague shadow could be seen.

After this long prayer procession passed, Mo Zhiyu followed the enthusiastic big brother and blended into the blessing procession spontaneously formed by the city's citizens.

After walking around the city, the sedan chair finally stopped under a high altar. The bells and drums rumbled, the heavy curtain was lifted, and the petite man stepped down from the palanquin.

Mo Zhiyu stretched his neck to look, and then couldn't help but "I'm leaning", because the girl was wearing a mask like a fox face.

He can only sigh: Sure enough, it's a magic stick, if you can't see it, you won't see it.

Yun Shi walked up the long steps of the altar, and there was only a woman in red with her. On such a cold day, the woman was wearing a thin red dress with only symbolic fluff on her clothes.

People cheered with red lanterns in their hands, and said words of blessing in their mouths, and their enthusiasm was high.

In the midst of this boiling voice, Yun Shi sat down in the middle of the altar and stretched out his hands to smooth the strings.

At this moment, without any prompting, the entire Cloud City fell silent, whether it was a local in Cloud City or a foreigner, they no longer spoke.

"Zheng!" The tone of the guqin slowly rippled along with the wind, like gurgling water, slowly drifting away, and people's hearts seemed to quiet down with the gentle tune.

It turns out that Fuqin and praying for blessings means to calm people's hearts?

Mo Zhiyu listened to the sound of the piano quietly, and it seemed that his heart had really quieted down with this sound. Suddenly, however, he heard discordant voices.

A scream tore through the silence, and Mo Zhiyu turned around to see several strong men like wild beasts roaring, covered in blood, as they tore apart the civilians around them.

"Hongtian Sect? How did you come here? Mo Zhiyu immediately grabbed the ink knife and swung it forward, blocking a huge claw and pulling the enthusiastic big brother under the claw to the side.

"Go and hide!" Mo Zhiyu said a word to the enthusiastic eldest brother, and when he turned around, he cut off the head of this Hongtian Sect who had already been transformed.

Then Mo Zhiyu jumped forward, and stabbed the chest of another Hongtian Sect person, and the sword qi instantly tore this person's heart to pieces.

Only then did he realize that this group of Hongtian Sect people did not have much strength to run to intercept him, but instead rushed forward, towards the altar.

"Their target is Yun Shi?!" Mo Zhiyu was startled for a moment, quickly slashed several Hongtian Sect people around him, and then jumped onto the roof next to him, and ran wildly along the ridge towards the altar.

When Mo Zhiyu arrived on the rooftop, he found that this riot should have been planned for a long time. Last time, Mo Zhiyu saw that so many Hongtian Sect members were still in Linqi, but it was impossible for there to be so many mutated Hongtian Sect members last time. These cultists rushed to the altar from all directions like raging beasts, crushing all obstacles in their path.

They roared, like moths to a fire, they gathered from all directions, repeating the previous tragedy, so tragic that Mo Zhiyu was a little moved. - Next chapter, "Moths to the Fire"

(End of chapter)