Tang Xiaoyi arrived here early in the morning with Chen Xingyuan and others, waiting for more and more people to gather, and in the end, there were more than 100 people, all of whom came to imprint the inscription of the Book of Heaven. Most of the people in the crowd are young people, and there are several children. Among them, in addition to Chen Xingyuan, Zhuge Lifan, and the Ruan family brothers, they also include Yin Dou'er, Liu Yingyu, Lu Rou, Li Haoran, Cao Wei'an and others who are familiar to Tang Xiaoyi.

Of course, Liu Jianxing, who had bullied him, did not appear unexpectedly, such an arrogant and domineering person, who even dared to move in the morning star yuan, must have a prominent background and deserved a place.

However, the question in his heart was answered in the small talk with Chen Xingyuan, and his qualification to imprint the inscription of the Book of Heaven was actually "given" by him, which made Tang Xiaoyi a little crying and laughing, and said that he still wanted to find the field by himself......

In the crowd, there are either the proud sons of the sky who are extremely talented, or the people with extraordinary backgrounds and powerful people, anyway, all of them are characters with eyes on the top of their heads. No one looked down on anyone, if it weren't for the crowd, surrounded by their elders and the fierce and fierce soldiers of the tower guard cavalry regiment, I am afraid that something would have happened.

The time to start the miracle is getting closer and closer, and even the loud voices like Yindou'er and Tang Xiaoyi are listening to the noise, and everyone is solemnly waiting for the big man who opened the miracle of the Demon Suppression Tower to come.

The red-clothed high priest Ya Lan came slowly under the guidance of Zhuge Lifan, standing on the welcome platform at the front of the crowd, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, nor in a hurry to open his mouth, but with a deep gaze, slowly examined the crowd.

"Hehe, hello everyone, I am the Eleventh Cardinal Priest of the Holy See, you can call me Priest Aran." To everyone's surprise, the pomp and circumstance that seemed so majestic turned out to be so easy-going when he spoke.

"Today is the day when the miracle of the Demon Suppression Tower begins, I hope you can all imprint high-level inscriptions, the future powerhouses of mankind, I believe that many will be produced among you. Calm down, inject your divine sense into the rune fragments of the qualification of the Demon Suppression Tower, and sense the Demon Suppression Tower that suits you, go ahead! …… Open! ”

The High Priest of Alan, as he spoke, flipped through the huge code in his hand, and when the last word "Qi" passed, several golden rays flew out, and the light transformed into the air, forming a huge gear, and the gear immediately began to rotate non-stop.

"And that's what begins?"

Tang Xiaoyi originally thought that there had to be a leader to speak, a guest to give a speech or something, but he never expected that the old man in front of him first looked at his group of people, and then opened his mouth to say a few words, and then started directly.

"Spicy Chicken, quickly inject your divine sense into the qualification iron card in your hand! After a while, you can follow your own will and feel that you can choose a demon suppression tower to enter! After the others enter the tower, you will naturally understand it when you follow the instructions. Morning Star Yuan reminded on the side.

"Oh, okay!" Don't hesitate, hurry up and gather all your will and consciousness on the iron plate in your hand.

Airplanes!

Tang Xiaoyi saw that after the iron plate was injected with divine consciousness, he shook slightly in his hand, shining with golden light. Then a voice seemed to emerge from those towers, resounding through the heart, calling to itself. And this situation is happening to everyone who imprints the inscription of the Book of Heaven.

"Go ahead!"

The high priest of Aran said again, and the golden gears that appeared in the air sped up at this time, and some of the people began to take scattered steps, heading towards the eighteen demon suppression towers behind them.

"Come, come here!"

In his consciousness, an ethereal voice kept calling Tang Xiaoyi, clenching the iron card in his hand, and Tang Xiaoyi also followed towards the eighteen magic towers.

Passing through the towers, the crowd began to diverge, walking towards the towers guided by their divine will, and the golden light gates under the towers appeared, and they were running, and as soon as the figures of the people approached, they were submerged in them, and the iron cards in their hands turned into a golden light and flew out, and were absorbed into the golden gears summoned by the high priest of Aran.

Tang Xiaoyi followed the call and guidance in his heart all the way, and came to the bottom of a bronze giant tower, close to the light gate under the tower, a force sucked himself in, and the iron card in his hand also disappeared at this time.

The last moment was still outside the tower on the city wall, but at this moment he was in an empty hall, which made Tang Xiaoyi strange that just now there were obviously a few people who entered the tower one step ahead of him, but now he was the only one around.

Curiously looking around, eight huge stone pillars stand in all directions, all kinds of totem ornaments coil on it, look up along the stone pillars, only to see that above these stone pillars, there are eight huge stone statues with extraordinary momentum, five men and three women are arranged on it, lifelike all majestic and sacred, it seems that the dome of the entire hall is held up by these eight stone statues.

And looking up again, in the center of the tall dome, a huge woman's face was embossed on it, with an indescribable majesty, overlooking herself. It's strange to say, Tang Xiaoyi saw this woman's face, but he still had a bit of déjà vu.

"Get on your knees! Humble creatures of the organs, don't be happy to worship the Almighty Creator, and give you inscriptions! ”

Before I turned my senses, I felt that this sound came from my heart, but it seemed to come from the mouth of the stone statues around me. If it weren't for the fact that he was an atheist, if he wasn't still a socialist young man, standing in this atmosphere, coupled with the roar that could resonate the divine soul just now, he really knelt on the ground and bowed his head reverently.

"Get on your knees! Humble creatures of the organs, don't be happy to worship the Almighty Creator, and give you inscriptions! ”

It was the same sound again, Tang Xiaoyi froze in the hall for a while, his eyes kept observing and alerting everything in the hall, trying to figure out the origin of the sound, but after a while, nothing else happened, and even the voice did not appear again, and someone slowly relaxed.

"There's no such thing? How imprinted! What about the inscriptions that are said to be good? ”

Tang Xiaoyi was inexplicable, no one around couldn't ask, and there was no door around him who couldn't leave, and now he was confused. I regret it in my heart, I knew that I would have asked it before I came in.

"Why don't you explain it to me on my cute star sister paper?" I complained in my heart. But if Morning Star Yuan heard this, he would definitely give this stupid person a blank look, why didn't I tell you? I told you to do what you were told! They all told you to kneel, and if you don't kneel, who is to blame?

Tang Xiaoyi, who was groping alone, circled around the empty hall, and finally in an inconspicuous corner, a simple but abrupt stone was standing. This thing that is incompatible with the style of the main hall has attracted the attention of Tang Xiaoyi, who is the design director. So he quickly walked to the front, and at a cursory glance, there was something on it, rolling one by one.

"Qin Yuyang, belief: Liu Chan; Devotion: 78; Talents: 66; Mood and ambition: invincible in the world (55); Judge: Third-class talent. Thirty-one inscriptions of the attack class. ”

"Zhang Chujiang, believing: Sun Bin; Devotion: 80; Talents: 72; Mood and aspirations: Kuang Fu Heshan, Zefu Nationals (75); Judge: Second-class elite. Thirty-nine level inscriptions of the auxiliary class. ”

"Liu Yuanzhi, believing: Liu Chan; Devotion: 80; Talents: 49; Mood and ambition: high-ranking officials and wealthy (70); Judge: Third-class talent. Gives a level 35 inscription of the defense class. ”

"Silver Bean, Believe: None; Devotion: 0; Talents: 96; Mood Aspirations: A Lot of Candy (99); Verdict: Special God Pet, has been sent, pending review. ”

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