(); Chang Ming was able to control more than fifty divine touches, and his training during this period of time had increased to eighty-one.

The eighty-one divine touches all controlled him, and they moved together, easily pointing on the soul imprint, breaking down the mass of energy into countless small pieces.

A whole soul imprint requires Chang Ming's spiritual power to surpass Leng Tong to dissolve, and now that it has decomposed so small, Chang Ming's spiritual power devours it one by one and turns it into its own energy.

He left the area, burped, and muttered, "Soul Marks are delicious......

Ash was silent for a moment and said, "Even if you still know the overall situation, you didn't continue to die." ”

Chang Ming smiled and said, "Look at the final situation, do you really think I'm sending me to death?"

Ash snorted and didn't speak, apparently still thinking about the serious injuries he had suffered before.

Chang Ming stretched his waist and said, "Yes, this harvest is quite big, and these ten days are worth it!"

He glanced at the horizon and said, "There are two hours before dawn." ”

Ash said, "There is a war ceremony before the start of the war, which is equivalent to the celebration of the official start of the war. Are you going to participate?"

Chang Ming shook his head and said, "I'm not going, I'll take a good rest, and I'm going to fight the war with all my might." ”

Xiao Zhihua formed a sky ray, Chang Ming sat in it, and in the blink of an eye, he circled around the base in Dongwuzhou.

By the time he sat down in the ray, he had already regained his original appearance.

He glanced at his face in the mirror and said, "After being Lu Cheng for a year, I almost forgot what my face looked like......

Ten days, plus forty-eight times the time spent in the agency factory, was almost a year for him. During this period of time, he fought Leng Tong outside, and in the factory, he also did his best to recover his body, make mechanisms, and concentrate on preparing for battle, and he didn't even have time to remove his disguise.

The base has been fully built, and the committee has sent another team of divisions to garrison it. In the course of the rest of the war, these bases will be fully managed by them.

After the three wings had completed the construction of thirty-six bases, they had retreated to Heaven Slashing City to recuperate temporarily. They will go to the war memorial, and when the war officially begins, the work of the rearmament team will be in full swing.

Chang Ming got down outside the base closest to Heaven Slaying City, casually got into a room, lay down on the ground, and began to fall asleep.

It is best not to carry out a thorough sleep recovery in the factory, in short, the factory consumes mental energy, and when it is really to the extreme of tiredness, it is better to sleep outside.

Chang Ming woke up from a dream, and the sun was already shining.

The 42** year of the Heavenly Dome Calendar has completely passed, and now it is the first day of the New Year in the year 4299 of the Heavenly Dome Calendar, and it is also the day when the organ war began!

When Chang Ming woke up, he was refreshed, his body had reached its peak state inside and out, and the pain and fatigue of the previous battle were swept away, as if he had never existed at all.

He stretched, smiling just now, and suddenly his expression froze, looking at somewhere in the ancient battlefield!

He thought he had slept enough and woke up naturally, but then he found that there was an extremely strong momentum coming from there, and it was this momentum that woke him up!

The first thing that came to his mind was what it was—a war ritual!

It must be a war ritual!

He walked to the door, and in a flash, he had already disappeared into the house.

A moment later, he crouched on the roof of the base, staring awe-inspiringly.

This momentum is sacred and solemn, Chang Ming bathes in it, like bathing in the sunlight from the clouds, warm and slightly drunk, and people can't help but have a feeling of admiration and intimacy.

Warmer than the teacher, more solemn than the mother, closer than the sky, more awe-inspiring than the earth......

This feeling makes people involuntarily think of a word -

God!

Yes, that's what God feels like!

Chang Ming had an inexplicable urge to get closer and take a look. But he was still a little sober, and his body moved slightly, and he stopped this impulse.

In just a few moments, he had already discovered that this feeling was directly acting on people's spiritual power, just like the Blood Dream Essence and Soul Crystal.

But the Organ God is worthy of being the highest existence in the Heavenly Dome Continent, and those two things are far from enough compared to the current feeling!

Moreover, there are only three temple priests who hold the ceremony, what would it be like to really face the god of the mechanism?

Chang Ming looked over there, didn't speak for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh.

You can't go against the sky, you can only go with the sky.

This sense of remoteness alone could let him know that compared to the temple, his abilities were far inferior......

......

This feeling is not only felt by the constant sound, but also by everyone around the festival.

In the center of the ancient battlefield, the fog towered like a wall, churning like boiling water, but it could never invade inward.

In the center of the "wall", there is an area about a square kilometer in size, where there is no fog at all, and the air is clear and clear.

In the sky, the sun shines through the clouds, gathers into bundles, and shines on this land, becoming more and more bright.

If it weren't for the layers of abandoned mechanisms on the ground, no one would have thought that this was an ancient battlefield.

But even those abandoned institutions are now overgrown with green grass and bright flowers, which sway gently in the breeze and sparkle in the sun, freely exuding the unique fragrance of grass and trees.

In the middle of the area, there is a towering platform.

The platform is made of stone and is surrounded by elaborate carvings. The vivid pictures illustrate the process by which the god of the organ bestowed the mechanism on mankind. These drawings are consistent with the murals of the major institutions and guilds, but they are more elaborate and detailed.

The platform was full of people.

These people were dressed in three different colors, all of them formal clothes, but their expressions were all equally solemn and solemn, full of deep admiration, and they looked up at the people above the platform.

On the stone platform is a triangle, and three priests in full costume, one dressed in golden robes, and the other two in a darker bronze color. The clothing of the three speaks volumes about who they are.

Each of the three holds a scepter in their hands, the tips of which are crossed together. A brilliant white light descended from the sky, piercing down from the intersection of the scepters and into the center of the stone platform.

As soon as the white light shone down, the reliefs around the stone platform suddenly seemed to come to life and began to move!

The images are magnified, blurred, and suspended outwards in mid-air, beginning to interpret the story of ancient times.

The people around the platform looked up in amazement, looking at the giant phantoms as if they were watching a movie. Everyone is familiar with the story of the God-given Mechanism, but under this new interpretation, it seems to have a new brilliance.

Given by God, mankind got the spark of civilization and began to study and carry it forward.

The gods have never abandoned humans, and in the development of human beings, the gods of the organs have always looked at humans with caring and loving eyes, just as parents take care of their children.

In the lineup of Dongwuzhou, Aoki King Gu Qingyuan stood at the forefront, and Lu Qianxue, Gu Qingting and others stood behind him.

Lu Qianxue looked at these pictures casually and pursed her lips without a trace.

As the image shifted, a soft chant emerged from the middle of the platform, lingering like a breeze in the huge image. All the images suddenly glowed, and the divine aura was even stronger!

Immediately afterward, two different chanting voices followed, and the three voices intertwined, like a solemn music, filled the whole heaven and earth!

No one could understand what the chant was saying, it was not poetry, it was not music, every word seemed to have a unique light, the sound of gold and stone, piercing the clouds and striking the stone.

As the chanting sounded, the surrounding images shone brightly, and white light illuminated the entire Valley of Mist.

Although the white light is strong, it is not dazzling. It's like cow's milk, soaking everyone in it.

Suddenly, with a plop, a person in Nanyangzhou fell to the ground, and the whole person prostrate on the ground, and made a big salute towards the central platform!

Almost no one felt anything strange, and then one after the other fell to their knees like wheat harvesting, and finally, all but the three priests in the middle of the valley of the mist were left, and only a few people were left beside them.

The top leaders of the three states, the chairmen of the war commissions, and the highest-ranking divisions......

Some of them were trembling and fighting against some irresistible force, and some of them were holding their heads high and their faces were unyielding.

The chanting grew louder and louder, and the white light grew louder and louder.

Shrouded in white light, a strange scene appeared in this valley of mist.

The budding flowers bloom quickly and then decay. New shoots emerge from the ground and grow luxuriantly.

In the blink of an eye, on this land, flowers and shrubs flourished and declined, and the vitality in the Valley of Mist was even more vigorous!

Lu Qianxue raised her head and muttered, "Divine language ......"

Her expression was still calm and steady, but there was a faint helplessness in the depths of her eyes.

At this time, there were few people around her who could still stand.

In an instant, the chanting of the divine language reached its peak, and Lu Qianxue sighed, bent down, and knelt down on one knee.

Her kneeling seemed to be a code, and immediately after, everyone who was still standing knelt down one after another, some of them could barely resist the pressure, and rolled to the ground with a thud, covered in sweat.

Lu Qianxue knelt on one knee, her head still held high, staring at the center of the altar.

The three priests stood opposite each other, looking up at the sky. Their eyes are empty, emotionless, thoughtless.

Their mouths continued to chant and they were immersed in the glory of God!

At this moment, three auras fell from the sky, slowly descending along a beam of white light, and landed on the hands of the priests.

After a pause, the three priests shouted in unison: "Thank God for giving us civilization, thank God for giving us a future, thank God for giving us peace!"

The three priests took the halo that fell from the sky, turned around at the same time, and shouted, "The Divine Ring has descended, and the Organ War has officially begun!" (To be continued.) )