"The emblem that appears on your hand is evidence of the choice of the Holy Grail, a stigma given to you as a servant. ”

Tosaka Shichen, who was dressed in a red aristocratic dress, said slowly, his eyes fell on Yan Feng Qili, who was standing in the center of the church, and his voice was raised by one degree: "Yan Feng Qili!"

The priestly man in the priest's costume known as Yan Feng Qili looked down at the holy pattern on the back of his hand that was like a blood-poured cast, his eyes were a little silent, and he wondered in his heart: "Will the Holy Grail, which is known as the wishing machine that creates miracles, choose me?"

Tosaka Tokitomi, who didn't know about Yan Feng Qili's doubts, continued to speak, the content was nothing more than the situation of the Holy Grail War, and this knowledge Yan Feng Qili had already remembered it as the son of Bishop Yan Feng Lizheng, the overseer of the Holy Grail War.

The only thing that Yan Feng Qili cares about is the plan of Tosaka Shichen and his father Yan Feng Lizheng.

"Qili, in this Holy Grail War, your task is to cooperate with Brother Shichen to hunt down all the remaining "servants" and ensure that the Tosaka family gets the Holy Grail!"

This is the original words of Yan Feng Lizheng, although Yan Feng Qili is uncomfortable in his heart, but he still responds, there is no other, just because the "Master" (master) of the envoy "servant" needs to be a magician.

And Tosaka Tokitomi, who is the head of the Tosaka family of a magic family, has the ability to teach Yan Feng Qili, who is not a magician.

The overall plan Tosaka Shichen and Yan Fengli have both explained, Yan Fengli is standing aside with his eyelids drooping, and Tosaka Shichen is shaking a glass of blood-red Italian red wine in his hand.

The red wine was drunk, and Tosaka Shichen suddenly spoke again: "In addition, this Holy Grail War is different from the past, and the Magic Association has come down to announce that there will be an eighth "Master" in this Holy Grail War, Zhang Cheng, the descendant of the Heavenly Master Dao of Huaxia Dragon and Tiger Mountain!"

"The eighth Master?"

Yan Feng Qili's heart jumped, since ancient times, China has been a mysterious representative, and Huaxia Longhu Mountain has an influence in China like a magic association.

The people from Huaxia have already undergone a huge change in the Holy Grail War, as if they saw Yan Feng Qili's panic, and the corners of the mouth of the Hong-dressed Tosaka Shichen raised slightly: "Don't worry, Huaxia spells are different from magic, the two are not the same, and they have never had the experience of participating in the Holy Grail War, not to mention that Qili and I are secretly united, there is no need to worry too much about them!"

As Tosaka Shichen's words fell, Yan Fengqili, whose face changed slightly, returned to silence, and the huge church fell silent.

Across the boundless ocean, in the mysterious Oriental Dragon and Tiger Mountain Heavenly Master Hall, an old man and a young man sit on a futon relatively upright.

The old Taoist priest was dressed in a Taoist robe, his long fairy beard fluttered down on his chest, and his kind face was funny without eyebrows.

On the other hand, the young Taoist priest is also a serious sitting, and his appearance can also be rated as an eight-point good boy, and the flame-like mark at the center of his eyebrows is quite conspicuous.

"Child, what are your doubts about this?" said the old Taoist priest to the young Taoist priest sitting opposite.

"Elder, the disciple is unknown, my Dragon Tiger Mountain Heavenly Master Dao adheres to the righteousness of heaven and earth, and has always ignored foreign affairs, the matter of the Holy Grail is the business of a foreign warlock, what does it have to do with my Heavenly Master Dao?" the young Taoist priest asked suspiciously, a flame-like mark on his forehead and eyebrows glistening.

The old Taoist priest gently stroked his white beard, looked out of the hall with a hint of amazement in his eyes, and was silent for a moment before returning to his senses: "The law is the end of the law, and now is the era of the end of the law, if you don't seek a way to break the situation, not only my Longhu Mountain, but also Kunlun, Sanqing Palace, these Taoist sects will break the foundation of the ancestor for thousands of years, for the inheritance of China, the foundation of the ancestor, I will invite the old man of Kunlun Xuanji to seek a way out for this end law!"

"This way out is the Holy Grail?" said the young Taoist priest of the Flame Mark in surprise.

"Not bad!" said the old Taoist.

"Could it be that the Western legend that the Holy Grail is a universal wishing machine is true?" the young man was a little unconvinced, after all, the universal wishing machine is too much beyond imagination.

"We speculate that even if the Holy Grail is not omnipotent, it should be a magic weapon containing a huge aura, and I can't say what ability this magic weapon really has to break the boundary of the end of the law!" the old Taoist priest said slowly.

"Elder, do you have to go?" the young Taoist priest scratched his head and said reluctantly.

"I have to go!" The old Taoist priest said lightly, looking at the young Taoist priest's reluctant appearance, he paused and said: "In the era of the end of the law, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is exhausted, and there is no one in ten who can cross the catastrophe and become an immortal, and the first two heavenly masters all died in the end of the law!"

Hearing the old Taoist priest say that the first two Heavenly Masters, a trace of imperceptible sadness flashed in the young Taoist priest's eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse: "When are you going?"

The old Taoist priest looked at the young Taoist priest who was a little sentimental and said lightly: "Don't worry, the battle of the Holy Grail needs the heroic spirit to follow the battle, and we don't know the spell to summon the heroic spirit, but we have already got the magic array that summons the heroic spirit, and after the deduction of the three families of Longhu Mountain, Sanqing Palace, and Kunlun, the use of the magic to cooperate with the magic array should be able to manifest the heroic spirit!"

"We have already contacted the Magic Association over there, before going to the island country of Dongmu Town, you should prepare first, use the location of Huaxia to summon the Eternal Heroic Spirit, and then learn about the situation of the Holy Grail Battle, so as not to be caught off guard after you go!"

"Yes!"

......

In a small courtyard north of Dongmu Town, the Yamada couple in the courtyard had already traveled to Great Britain, and the small courtyard was also rented out to a young Taoist priest from the far east.

There was a circle of green vines in the courtyard, Zhang Cheng looked up at the stars in the sky, and then turned his head to look at the green-bearded middle-aged man in a yellow robe behind him, looking quite bitter.

Zhang Cheng stared at the bright moonlight, and his thoughts seemed to return to the time when he summoned the heroic spirit in Longhu Mountain.

"Elder, what does this mean?"

Zhang Cheng pointed to a sentence on the yellow paper on the altar with a black line on his face, and asked the old Taoist.

The old Taoist priest with a long beard was also a little speechless when he looked at the words on the yellow paper, and said a little brightly: "Don't worry, try to change the ancestor?"

"The ancestors of the Heavenly Master's Mansion have gone, who will they change?"

Zhang Cheng shook the yellow paper in his hand speechlessly, and there was a string of golden seal characters on it: "Heavenly Court Commendation Conference, Heavenly Master's Mansion collectively receives the award, and we will discuss it tomorrow!"

"Ahem, maybe it'll be tomorrow, you try it yourself first, and I'll go and discuss it with those old ghosts!"

The old Taoist priest said it seriously, turned around and left, leaving Zhang Cheng standing alone in the small courtyard and indignant.

Tomorrow, one day in the sky, one year on the earth, you tell me tomorrow, there will be no daylily to eat!

If you can't count on the old Taoist priests, you can only rely on yourself and do it yourself.

In other words, what is the difference between a heroic spirit and a soul? One has an entity and the other is a spirit? Summoning a heroic spirit requires a magic array, and inviting a god to summon a soul requires an altar, if you want to say that it is different, it is probably the holy relic that the elder said.

"Yes, Holy Relic!"

Zhang Cheng was stunned, since those old ghosts can study the magic array and use it in combination with the magic technique, then the so-called holy relics and magic array should also be able to manifest the so-called heroic spirit.

"By the way, there is such a thing as a holy relic in Longhu Mountain?"

Zhang Cheng was a little stunned, the ancestor bosses of the past dynasties don't have to think about it, and the treasures under the patriarch's tablet can't be used, all of them are the treasures given by the heavenly boss Taishang to the ancestor to slay demons and subdue demons, even if you invite Taishang, people will take care of your own half-baked little celestial master?

Rao is based on Zhang Cheng's understanding of Longhu Mountain, racking his brains and only thinking of one eligible item, a wordless bamboo slip.

The level of the wordless bamboo slips can be put together with the relics of the ancestors, and it is not simple to think with the toes, from the perspective of the importance of the heavenly masters of the past dynasties, it is definitely left by a cow, as for the possibility that it may be a monster, hehe, the monster can be put together with the relics of the ancestor?

Ideas pay for practice to produce results, Zhang Cheng's identity as a little heavenly master is easy to convince the two senior brothers who guard the Jing Pavilion, each with a pot and two pots, Zhang Cheng leisurely took the nameless bamboo slip back to the small courtyard.

When the bright moon was in the sky, the silver moon moonlight was sprinkled on the earth, and the magic array drawn by mercury lines in the small courtyard reflected bursts of silver light waves.

"E, Jiufang Lingyao, my Dao is with you, the end of the law is looking for opportunities, the sixty-sixth generation disciple of the Heavenly Master Dao, I have asked the seniors to help in the lower realm!"

The silent courtyard echoed with Zhang Cheng's deep voice, and after speaking, Zhang Cheng's eyes were firmly fixed on the dilapidated bamboo slips on the altar that had no movement.

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

"Well, failure is the ...... of success"

Before Zhang Cheng finished speaking, the dilapidated bamboo slips on the altar seemed to explode, a trace of golden light broke through the yellow-brown bamboo skin and bloomed, the talisman flags at the two corners of the altar moved without wind, and the silver ** magic circle followed by a sudden brightness, and the golden light mixed with the silver light illuminated Zhang Cheng's small courtyard.

"Dao Venerable Wuji, this Heavenly Master has succeeded?"

Zhang Cheng showed a hint of hope on his face, after all, the summoned character was going to follow him to participate in the Holy Grail War, and of course Zhang Cheng had to pray for an eternal cowman.

Just as Zhang Cheng was looking forward to it, a brilliant voice sounded, followed by a long-haired middle-aged man in a yellow and blue robe who walked out of the gold and silver.

"The stars are billions and billions, not as bright as one day, and the words of the pillars and heavens are not as good as the country's virtuous and virtuous!"