On the altar

Yu Heng glanced at the juniors who were standing neatly, and shouted, "Respect the incense—"

"Please ask the disciples on behalf of each mountain to bow down to the mountain god and perform a great sacrifice."

According to the current standing situation, everyone turned to face the stele of the three mountains and bowed down reverently.

"Worship, heaven and earth."

The people bowed their heads and bowed to the ground.

"Second worship, Cangling Mountain God."

The people got up and bowed their heads again.

"Three bows, the spirits of the ancestors."

The crowd got up again, and finally bowed their heads and bowed again.

"From—"

As Yu Heng's voice fell, everyone followed the figure of the first Murong Feng, pulling the wide robe, and stood up together.

"After the worship—"

"Please wish the disciples on behalf of each mountain."

The disciples clasped their hands together, silently closed their eyes, and began their prayers.

Yuxi glanced at the figure of the person opposite before closing his eyes, and saw that he was standing straight, his eyebrows were hard and delicate, his eyes were dull and sharp, and he was calm and calm, without any movement, as if the surrounding prayer ceremony had nothing to do with him and was out of the world.

When he finished praying and opened his eyes, he still didn't move a little, like a piece of wood.

The surrounding brothers and sisters have already begun to talk about their blessings, but he is still like an uninformed person, without any fluctuations.

Murong Feng pulled down his sleeve slightly and asked him, "Senior brother, what did you pray for?"

Han Mo shook his head, "No senior brother."

"Huh?" Murong Feng was a little surprised, "Doesn't Senior Brother need to pray for anything?"

Everyone has a direction to strive for and a journey of hard work, even if there is no big ambition, there must be something that you want to get at the moment.

Judging from the appearance of Senior Brother Hanmo who has been in the mountain for 10,000 years, he shouldn't have no desires.

Hanmo turned his head to look at him, "Senior brother, they can't bless us or anything."

As he spoke, his gaze passed through him and looked at the Three Mountains Stele behind him.

If the ancestors could really manifest their spirits to help them, he wouldn't have to worry about how to solve the matter of the silver beast herd now.

Murong Feng followed his line of sight and immediately understood what he meant, knowing that he was unwilling to pin his hopes on non-existent people, but living in the present, who doesn't wish that one day he could achieve his wish and ascend to the sky in one step.

Just like him......

He only hoped that the master would forgive him and let him teach his mentors and sisters again, which was probably the wish he had hoped for all his life.

"Wish—"

"Please represent the disciples of each mountain and bow to the sect master and the elders of each mountain."

Everyone quickly closed their mouths, stood still, and first bowed in the direction of Twilight, and then bowed to their fellow disciples.

"Disciple, meet the Sect Master—"

"Meet the Master."

The figure of Yu Lan slowly fell from the top of the stele of the three mountains. Several elders then also collected the power of the spell in their hands, stood up, and accepted their prostration.

Twilight Lan walked up to Yu Heng's side and said in a deep voice, "Get up."

"Thank you, Sect Master."

Yu Heng saw that the time was almost up, so he shouted, "Finish the ceremony."

Twilight interrupted him suddenly, "Wait a minute,"

"Master?" Yu Heng was puzzled.

Twilight Lan looked at the four elders and teleported a secret voice, "Let all the disciples leave immediately."

The four elders nodded at the same time, and without knowing what was happening, they resolutely obeyed Yu Lan's order, immediately waved their sleeves, and used all the power of their hearts to send out all the disciples in the center of the sacrificial platform with the power of magic, including Yu Heng.

"What's going on?"

"Why did we come out?"

A group of disciples who landed on the ground were very surprised to see their figures fall in front of the sacrificial mountain gate, and they were shocked.

"yes, what's going on?"

"The sacrificial ceremony is not over yet, how can we be sent out by the elders?"

Murong Feng and Yu Heng, who came out together, also had a sad face, they knew that if there was no accident, the sect master and the elders would not end the sacrificial ceremony in such a hurry and send them out.

Yuxi and Hanmo stood aside, puzzled, "Do you know what's going on?"

Hanmo ignored him.

Yuxi pursed her lips and turned her head to find Murong Feng and Yu Heng, "Senior Brother, why didn't Senior Sister Yan Yun come out with us?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes subconsciously looked around.

"Yes, why didn't Senior Sister Yan Yun come out together?"

"Yes, all of us came out, only Senior Sister Yan Yun didn't come out."

"In my arms, nothing will happen to Senior Sister Yan Yun, right?"

When Han Mo heard this, he suddenly looked up at the disciple who was speaking, but he didn't want to meet Murong Feng's gaze.

I saw that Murong Feng was the same as him, his face was solemn, and the sadness on his face was difficult to hide, they all thought of the same place, if Senior Sister Yan Yun didn't come out at this time, I was afraid that something really happened.

Thinking of the silver beast group they and Senior Sister Miao Yuan encountered here some time ago, they were worried about Yan Yun a little more.

They are also people of the ghost clan, and if they can't protect it, they will be attacked by the silver beast clan.

However, Yan Yun was fortunate that the Sect Master and the four elders were inside. They will protect her.

On the altar

After all the disciples left, only one disciple, Yan Yun, remained.

She didn't see any discoloration on her face, and the whole person was not chaotic in danger, and she was not alarmed, and even when this danger was coming, her face could sink like water.

"You're a good disciple." Ruolin smiled bitterly and praised her at Fanli. Unlike his disciples, one by one, none of them became a weapon.

Fanli sighed, "No matter how good it is, it hasn't entered my door." From the first day she walked in the door, she knew she was good. It's a pity, it's a pity that Yan Yun's disciples are arrogant and unwilling to worship her disciples.

Perhaps it can be said that Yan Yun's disciples only want to cultivate, and they never care about these red tape and status declarations.

Chu Mengcheng walked over and smiled, "It's okay in your name in name, and you also have a light on your face."

It's better than a group of leather monkeys under his door, and he spends a whole day worrying less.

Elder Hua glanced at the silver beast clan gathered around him, and his whole face was very gloomy, "What are you doing here?!"

"It's not enough to destroy the sacrificial ceremony, but you still want to attack the sect master? Rebellion?"

Yin Xian walked slowly to the altar with his sturdy limbs, "I've seen the Sect Master, I've seen the four elders."

Elder Hua snorted heavily and did not speak.

Twilight Lan walked forward, "I know why you came, it just so happens that today, there is a descendant of the ghost clan, you can ask her if you have anything to say."

After the words fell, Yan Yun walked over with his sword, "Yan Yun, the daughter of Yan Yin, the current Great Elder of the Ghost Clan, has seen Your Excellency."

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