Outside Yunzhong Town, a three-zhang high sword-casting furnace has been built high.

Directly opposite the sword-forging furnace was an altar of dark rock, with the vast South Mountain in the background.

A row of grand chimes was erected under the altar, and the sheng pipes and Chu Zheng shone solemnly in the sun.

Around the altar, there is a circle of bronze giant tripods, which are more than enough to be full, and some lifelike and strange patterns are carved on them.

And in the center of the altar was a huge coal, ten feet in diameter, red as blood, and the flames sneered under the blazing fire.

Above the altar, there was a huge bronze table, on which were placed several bronze swords of different lengths, the bronze swords emitted a cold cold light, and the tips of the swords pointed straight to the sky.

Above the sky, white clouds shrouded in clouds, and a rainbow of light fell from the sky and sprinkled onto the altar.

All of a sudden, the area became beautiful.

The priest stood in the center, dressed in a black robe, wearing black gloves, holding a bronze sword in his right hand and his left hand above his head.

There was a faint aura of holiness emanating from his body, like a holy light, making him appear holy and dignified.

This priest is the oldest priest in Yunzhong Town, and he is a very powerful and powerful man, he became a priest here fifty years ago, and he has used his life's energy to perform various rituals, so that future generations here can be blessed, and they can also cultivate and progress here, so that they can become strong enough.

Just today, he will use the divine power accumulated in this life to perform the biggest and most legendary ritual in his life.

This festival will be the most solemn in the entire history of Cloud Town.

The priest stood in the center of the altar, his face solemn and his expression reverent.

His lips lifted lightly and he sang in a low voice: "O Holy Father, your children and grandchildren pray that you may send down the gift that our children will always be blessed by you. "

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Along with his words, thirty-two bells rang, representing the official beginning of the ritual of sacrificial furnaces.

A golden light fell from the sky and landed on the instrument beside the priest, and the instrument emitted a melodious sound.

This is a kind of classical music from ancient times, and this music has a hint of soul, and it makes people feel a mysterious and powerful power.

The sacrificial body moved slightly, the bronze sword waved in his hand, and divine white light fell from the sky and merged into the formation of the altar.

Then, a thick mist rose around the altar, and in the mist, a golden phoenix flew in the air, making one pleasant chirping after another.

It's a magical picture, mysterious and magnificent.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Thirty-two bells rang again, the priest's eyes were slightly closed, and the sword in his hand kept dancing.

The music grew faster and louder, and the priest followed the rhythm of the rhythm, his wrist flipped, and the tip of his sword cut a graceful, smooth arc through the air.

This music is like a heavenly sound, and the people under the altar are all immersed in the music, and the three patriarchs on the right side of the altar, Mo Ao, and Ou Yezi, are even more solemn and in awe.

In their eyes, this mysterious priest is simply a god-like existence in their hearts.

At the end of the song, the priest's eyes slowly opened, revealing wisdom, depth, immenseness, and divine brilliance.

I saw the priest holding up the bronze sword and shouting, "Ignite the fire!" ”

The bronze giant tripod above the altar made a loud "boom", and several flames burst out from the tripod's body, rushing into the sky like fireworks.

The flames rushed towards the swordsmithing furnace, igniting the swordsmithing furnace in the blink of an eye.

Just listen to "Boom! "A bang.

The people under the altar were all stunned, and looked at the priest with a shocked face, and their hearts were full of awe and shock.

Above the sword-forging furnace, the flames flickered, the flames were surging, and the flames kept jumping, and the flames burned extremely fast, and the entire sky above the altar was shrouded in this sea of fire.

"Roaring ......"

At this time, a roar suddenly sounded.

The voice, like the wrath of a wild beast, made everyone who heard it tremble.

Everyone turned their heads to look.

On the altar, a beast-faced monster suddenly appeared out of thin air, this monster had a pair of beast eyes, and the beast eyes flashed with a fierce light.

Its mouth, like that of a crocodile, is sharp and hideous, with its fangs protruding and its bloody mouth that seems to be able to devour everything.

The monster held a spear in his hand, and the spear emitted a dazzling blue light, and the thick steel barbs were as sharp as a sharp blade.

With the rhythm of the chime, the monster's body kept writhing, and its eyes were blood-red, and it looked around the altar with a murderous gaze, as if it wanted to tear the surrounding air apart.

"Roar!"

The monster roared in the sky.

A furious aura swept towards the surrounding space.

The whole altar shook and shook violently under this strong wind, and it seemed that it was about to collapse at any moment.

In the middle of the altar, a figure stood, like a deity.

The figure was the priest, motionless, as if transformed into a statue.

But he exudes an irresistible momentum that seems to be able to oppress everything.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

When the thirty-two bells slowly stopped, the people came to their senses, and they looked at the priest above the altar and let out a long breath.

I saw the long sword in the priest's hand raised again, and shouted:

"All bow down!"

At the priest's command, all the people present fell to their knees.

The priest smiled slightly, his face covered with a peaceful look, and his body floated in the void like a feather.

The priest waved his sword and chanted:

Sacrifice with the body, and walk in heaven;

Heaven walks, and the sword comes out;

The sword is out, and the demon is destroyed;

Demon Destruction, Budezer;

Budeze, protect the common people......

The priest's voice was loud, like a Sanskrit sound sounding between heaven and earth, so that the minds of every common people were filled with the power of faith, and their minds were hovering with the phantom of the gods, and all of them had their foreheads against the ground, their eyes closed, and they were extremely religious, and they did not dare to move.

Mo Xie and her son were also kneeling among the crowd, and she felt a mysterious power that was eroding her mind and invading her primordial spirit.

What is this force? Is it the power of the gods, or the power of the priests' divine sense?

Mo Xie felt that there was a seed in her mind, which broke through the ground and grew wildly in her mind.

An endless stream of energy is brewing, and it seems to break out of the cocoon into a butterfly and fly to the nine heavens.