But none of them could see that she had any traces of disguise, or this person's cultivation was above those masters.

Either that or that they used some special means.

Xuanyuan Hao knew that this time the plan was likely to fall through, but he was not too sad.

Since Xuanyuan Yi has already found a way to let someone else replace Xuanyuan Fengyang, it means that she is really seriously injured.

As long as she doesn't wake up for a day, they still have a lot of opportunities and space.

Emperor Xuanyuan actually had two children, and almost no outsiders knew about it.

So he didn't think about the possibility of Xuanyuan Fengran.

If he had thought about it, it might have been another story.

The plain white robe is very simple, with some necessary lines outlined with silver threads on it.

Huang Qianqian tied all her hair into a knot and inserted a white hosta.

When it reappeared, it felt different again.

Wearing golden armor before, he was a majestic god of war, but now he is wearing a white robe, like a virtuous sage.

There was a sense of amazement among all of you.

Even a modern actor, I'm afraid it's difficult for her to change clothes and quickly integrate into that role.

Holding a handful of quaint bamboo rolls in her hand, the rope that tied the bamboo rolls was adorned with golden tassels, and Huang Qianqian walked back onto the altar.

The moment she stood up, the time was just right.

On the altar, a faint light appeared, and it seemed that from a very distant place, there was a trace of Sanskrit sound.

With a wave of her hand, the bamboo rolls floated in the air, lined up in front of her.

Her lips and teeth opened and closed, and her mouth recited jerky and quaint Sanskrit.

The voice was low, like that of an ancient elf, chanting the prayer of the reciter.

Every word, the powerful people present could hear it very clearly, and the Sanskrit words she recited did indeed carry a trace of prayer effect.

It can help some people who are close to breaking through to have an epiphany, but whether they can really break through or not depends on themselves.

Everyone was shocked, except for the homeless.

The one on the stage now is the last Nine Heavens Divine Phoenix of authentic bloodline, the leader of the Holy Phoenix Temple, and his strength ranks among the fifth.

The Sanskrit she chanted was originally a great opportunity for these people from the lower continent.

No matter how much the people below worship, anyway, someone on the stage who was reciting Sanskrit was dizzy.

What is this?

What's that?

Why repeat so many times?

Ahh So dizzy!

Of course, the strength has reached her level, and the mental power and concentration are not ordinarily high.

Even though she was dizzy looking at these things, she was still able to pronounce them all word by word.

After a long period of torture, Huang Qianqian finally left the last word in his collapsed heart.

And then when it was over, she glanced down and uh......

What's going on?

Why did they all sit down?

Wait a minute, these people are all ...... Epiphany?

I'll go, these Sanskrit words handed down from ancient times in Xuanchen Kingdom still have this effect?

She looked at her unreliable former master with an inquiring look.

The latter received her gaze.

No Return: "......"

Thankfully, she didn't explain the mental activity just now.

The mood is a little complicated.

(End of chapter)