The first two chapters of 256, alas, will be wrong and wrong. In addition, I continue to ask for a commuter pass and ask for a recommendation!

The sacrificial roof is on the right side of the Chongzheng Palace. Outside the high cliff where the wall stands thousands of feet, there is a huge rock that sticks out of the cliff until it is forty zhang away.

And this sacrificial roof was built on top of this boulder. It is also the peak of this dry sky, the real highest place, the so-called place of receiving the sky.

Zong Shou laughed, and was about to order someone to search on this stone platform. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he stopped again.

If you don't come to the scene and lure them with your body, how can you lead these people to take the risk? The legendary illusion mirror is extremely wonderful, and if you send people to search for it, most of them will only startle the snake and scare these people away.

Although he didn't pay attention to that world, it was neither big nor small, but it was also a trouble. Being able to cut the grass and eradicate the roots can save countless troubles.

At the moment, he smiled slightly, and waited for dozens of priests to routinely inspect and clean up on the stage to get rid of those sneaky and charming things. He walked to the stage with the memorial text that had been written long ago, and under the attention of everyone, he walked up to the stage with an old priest who was about sixty years old and had the most noble costumes.

This priest is also an old minister of Zong Weiran, and his name is Zong Ling. Born in the clan family, since the establishment of the Qiantian Mountain, he has presided over a memorial service in the city, and he is very respectful and respectful.

Therefore, Zongshou did not dare to be disrespectful at all, and followed the trend and walked behind.

Behind him, Zong Lanhu and several people from the Central Plains also followed closely. But when he reached the last nine steps, he stopped.

Zong Yuan hesitated slightly, showing a look of worry. After contemplating for a while, his expression was silent, and he didn't care about the sights below that were about to kill, but he stepped forward brazenly, followed the old priest and the sect guard, and climbed to the altar of the sacrifice.

Twenty zhang but in a blink of an eye, Zong Shou stood in the center of the stone platform "Set sail without watermark", and the incense case had already been placed here.

First, he burned incense, bowed down three times, and then read the sacrifice. Zong Shou opened the scroll, and when he saw it, he pursed his lips, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

I don't know who wrote it, but it is full of nearly 20,000 words. The rhetoric is gorgeous, and the six mouths are extremely neat. But I don't know how long it will take to read this sacrifice.

In the midst of everyone's exclamations, they directly threw it aside. Then he saluted to the sky from afar: "The heavens are in the Shangqian Tianshan Sect Guard, and today I will succeed to the position of the lord of the Qiantian City, please ask the heavens to protect my Qiantian! Able to drink and eat meat every day"

The people below were a little dissatisfied, but when they heard these words, they all raised their eyebrows and shouted in unison, word.

Their demon clan doesn't have so many rules, and they are even more impatient with the cumbersome articles written by literati and Confucian scholars.

On the contrary, it was the simple prayer of Zongshou, although it was a little more plain and rude, more to their liking.

Only the priest who presided over the festival was angry, but his eyes were about to protrude, staring at Zong Shou fiercely.

Fortunately, I also know that this time is not right, and it is not easy to interrupt. Still silent, he didn't say anything, just glared angrily.

The sect code was completely indifferent, his expression was solemn and solemn, and although the words he spit out were slightly vulgar, they were extremely pious.

All things have spirits, and although there is no god in this heaven and earth, "it is not to be disrespectful."

"I will make the nations prosperous, and I will make my mountain cities prosperous. May the heavens bless me, so that I will have a good wind and rain in the dry heavenly mountains, and a good harvest of grains, so that all the people can reproduce and have more big fat sons."

There was another cheer below, the wind and rain were smooth, and the harvest was just enough, anyway, they didn't rely on this to eat, most of them lived by hunting and killing spirit beasts.

But this inheritance of blood is the common wish of all people. Everyone in the demon clan is strong, even if they are children, they can also have good martial arts. But this fertility alone is far lower than that of the human race. Over the years, there have been many casualties. It can be regarded as the heart disease of everyone in Qiantian Mountain.

The white hair of the high priest's beard almost stood upside down. It's so vulgar, it's too vulgar, how can it get into the ears of the sky?

But he also closed his eyes, looked serious, and prayed sincerely in his heart.

The sacrifice is followed by the offering of wine. Zong Shouzheng picked up the wine glass, and a cold smile was heard in his ears, which sounded clearly: "It's a pity, your words to sacrifice to the heavens are really good, and they have an appetite for my sect." It's a pity, today's sky can't protect you!"...,

Zong Shou raised his eyebrows subconsciously, his heart was finally here, and he thought that these people had really given up completely. The old priest himself is also a spirit master of the Returning Yang Realm, and he is also hearing the same on the stage at this moment.

Immediately, his eyes showed disgust, and he glanced around: "Who dares to pretend to be a god and a ghost in front of my Zong Ling? Dare to destroy my Tianshan City's ceremony of worshipping the heavens, you are so bold!" At the tip of his finger was a fiery red talisman that shot out to the place where the voice had come from. Immediately, the red flame gushed out, spreading several square circles.

But before it could burst, I saw a finger like white jade, piercing through the void, and dotting in the flames to "set sail without watermarking". It was the endless power of cold that extinguished the red flame alive and spread to all sides. Dozens of nearby areas are covered with a layer of frost.

And the ground under that finger was even more frozen.

The ice fog was filled, and two figures appeared behind them. One of them is the ancestor, and the other is the owner of the finger.

is also a face like a pink carving, twenty years old, handsome to the point of almost bewitching. Holding a bright bronze treasure mirror in his hand, revealing the power of illusion in the heart.

After appearing, he smiled at Zong Shou: "Eight-tailed Xue Jiaxue Mo Yan, I have seen the prince!"

Everyone in the audience, when the voice sounded, they already felt that something was wrong.

At this moment, when you see Zong Shi and Zong Mo Yan, they both appear. There was an immediate commotion, and Hu Qianqiu and the others changed their faces, and the tiger roared and ran to the stage.

Zong Lan was the closest, and the nine steps were just a step, and they had already been crossed. But before I could get to the altar, I heard a laugh: "Give me back!

It turned out to be a halberd with eight zhang, and it slashed straight down from above. Zong Lan's face changed, and the Mo knife in his hand was also lifted. But he didn't care about himself and slashed out.

He just wants to be able to get to Zongshou as soon as possible, even if he dies with the enemy, he is also not afraid!

The owner of the voice, but hey, with a sound, the halberd shadow changed, and it suddenly shook and refused to attack.

Zong Lan's chest immediately felt tight, only to feel an irresistible huge force attacking, and his body was involuntarily, falling and flying towards the stage.

Looking up, I saw that it was the fierce tiger Jichang. It was with a smile in his eyes that he looked down. The same body was hit by the force of the shock and retreated, but there was a bit of smugness on his face.

And Hu Zhongyuan and Liluo on both sides were also blocked by the two Xuanwu Grandmasters on the stage and could not get on the stage.

When the tiger arrived, he saw a figure of a person, on the altar, rising five feet.

A mouthful of flying swords the size of willow leaves suddenly spread on the stage, a total of forty-eight, like a storm of whirling and cutting.

"Fog Leaf, Dao Ming Sect, Flying Leaf Sword Formation, you are actually a disciple of Dao Ming Sect!"

The tiger suddenly looked up at the figure in the air. I saw a man in a green shirt, looking at it with a little smile, with a slight bow, as if he was self-admitting that he was "setting sail without a watermark".

Hu Qianqiu was suddenly furious, and the tiger bully slashed out, rushing vigorously. Sweep away all the flying swords in front of you. was about to rush inward, but saw that inside, there was another Xuanwu master, holding two big guns, and stabbing with one shot.

The gun is fierce and powerful like a mad tiger. Hu Qianqiu sneered, and was about to kill the person in front of him with a knife.

There were several sword shadows next to it, attacking from one side after another. Hu Qianqiu was helpless and opened the spear. People had no choice but to push a few steps behind them, and they couldn't get closer.

And everyone in the vicinity was the same, either forced to retreat, or temporarily trapped by the sword array.

Those forty-eight Flying Leaf Sword Formations, together with Li Hu Ji Chang and several Xuanwu Grandmasters, were like an impregnable embankment, blocking many powerhouses like Qiantian Mountain.

And at this moment, on that high platform, Zong Ling also looked blue. Several escorts around him were released in a row, but he didn't dare to burn and move slightly.

Behind him were also two Yang Returning Spirit Masters, and a deep aura enveloped them.

And Zong Yuan's gun momentum is pointing ahead, and there is a faint gathering of thunder around his body. Faintly guarding Zong Ling, all of them are protected behind him.

Although he was still serving a strong enemy, Zong Yuan's face was as usual, and Zong Shou's expression remained unchanged, looking at Xue Moyan's treasure mirror carefully: "This is your Xue Clan's illusory state of mind?

When Xue Mo Yan heard this, he was obviously slightly surprised, and he couldn't stand Zong Shou's burning gaze with greed, and put away the mirror in his hand: "It's this mirror! I don't want the son of the world to be able to recognize this thing one by one" But he was secretly puzzled in his heart, Zong Shou's expression at this moment was too calm, and it was strange.

That Zong Ling was also stunned for a while, it was actually this treasure. No wonder he was unaware of it when he cleaned the altar of heaven with spiritual methods before.

Then I was secretly surprised that my own son was still indifferent at this moment. Only this spiritual cultivation is not inferior to Zong Weiran.

Zong Shi didn't care about this, took a few steps forward, and looked at Zong Shou coldly: "Being bowed three times and worshipping nine times, and the blood alliance is sacrificed to the sky, is the son of the world very proud? Is it already lost?"

Zong Shou's expression moved his gaze to Zong Shi with a smile on his face. Xiao Jin, who was above his arm, had already flowed into the scabbard of the Jiulin Sword silently under the cover of the big sleeve, fusing with the sword body.

The Yuan Yi Sword, which was integrated into the Qi of Xu Huangdao, also entered the Jiulin Sword.

In the afterglow, look around.

Including the fog leaf and Xue Mo Yan of the Lingwu dual cultivation, there are five Returning Yang Spirit Masters and seven Xuanwu Grandmasters!

This lineup, anywhere, is enough to take his life.

However, here, this Qiantian Mountain, is the home of his sect

Integrating the momentum of a country, how can it be insulted?