Immediately, above the heads of Wang Zijia and their area, the four seniors and uncles who were at least sacrificing wine realm with their eyes closed opened their eyes together. The four of them looked at each other, and then glanced at the disciples below.

"It's all right, then let's start preparing first!" Among the four, an uncle wearing a bright yellow Heavenly Master Dao robe was the first to speak.

"Good!"

"Yes!"

"Good!"

The other three responded in unison.

There are three people left, a charming female cultivator, a middle-aged Confucian student, and a strong man in the iron tower.

The strong man of the iron tower took the lead in flipping his hand, and all kinds of strange-shaped utensils were thrown out by him, and they were randomly thrown into the coffin phalanx below, and there was no movement in those coffins.

In the coffin not far in front of Wang Zijia, there was an object. It looked like a broken sword, it was very broken, I don't know what it was used for, so it was thrown on the corpse in the coffin, and I didn't care about it.

The tower man stopped when he finished it.

The only female cultivator uncle among the three also flipped her hand at this time, and jade bottles kept popping up, and in the blink of an eye, they were actually all over the small half of the sky.

After a while, the jade bottle stopped coming out, and then, more than half of the jade bottle fell downward.

One of them, under Wang Zijia's blank gaze, fell in front of him. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and took the jade bottle.

"The best Qi Rejuvenation Pill, one bottle is three pills, if the mana is not enough, you can swallow it immediately." As Wang Zijia stretched out her hand to catch the jade bottle, the female cultivator in the sky spoke.

"If anyone has that Yin Virtue, consuming three Returning Qi Pills is not enough·····" She gestured to the small jade bottle left beside her, and said, "There is no need to scruple, you can reach out and take it yourself." ”

Between the words, she flipped her hand again, and a huge alchemy furnace appeared in front of her, and then she didn't move, looking like she was waiting to open the furnace to refine something.

When the middle-aged Confucian saw this, he also turned his hand, and the movement was too big.

Countless runes flowed, illusory books, stars everywhere, floating above everyone's heads, slowly rotating around the phalanx below, and there were no other changes.

Wang Zijia looked up at the illusory book on his head, which looked somewhat similar to the style of the magic cheats, but there were no words at all, and they seemed to be blank.

"Those who belong to the rune academy and who have become small runes, and those who have not yet fully controlled the change of the rune paper form are listed!" After doing this, the middle-aged Confucian suddenly opened his mouth and said to the disciples around the coffin phalanx below.

Everyone looked at each other, and in the lace area of the entire hexagram phalanx, there was not a single disciple out of the ranks.

The middle-aged Confucian nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand, and said, "After the festival starts, you don't have to worry about anything else, just make rune paper on the spot and put it on top of the phalanx." The rune paper can be in the form of a cheats book. ”

"No!"

Everyone should be together.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Confucian looked like the first one, wearing a bright yellow Heavenly Master robe.

Lao Dao and the three of them glanced at each other, nodded slightly, and said to the group of disciples in different clothes in the phalanx: "Open the altar, do it!" ”

Between the words, the aura of his whole body soared, and a strange mana fluctuation, like a force field, enveloped all the personnel in the entire hexagram area.

Wang Zijia was in the force field, and a sense of peace and tranquility rose in his heart, and there were bursts of sound in his ears, as if someone was reciting scriptures in the far distance of the sky, and his practice was excessive.

Immediately afterwards, a group of disciples below who had been waiting for a long time to enter the funeral vein gathered in the center of the coffin area to which they belonged, on their own open space, and placed the altar and opened the altar.

There are traditional offerings to the altar, there are witch doctors who dance the gods, and there are also those who kneel and pray for blessings.

Although the knowledge reserve has gone up somewhat, it is also a very low-level level, and the mortuary has no understanding at all.

Of course, Wang Zijia is not the only one who is confused, there are many disciples.

Even Wang Zijia saw several disciples, looking at the disciples who danced the great god inside, and they blushed one by one, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

"Up!"

Without waiting for everyone to wait for a long time, in the center of the square, inside the yin and yang fish, an old voice suddenly came out.

An invisible shock wave spread, sweeping the entire Bagua Square in an instant. The moment Wang Zijia was approached by the invisible shock wave, the whole person was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of coolness surged in his mind, like drinking ice water in the summer, and a stirring spirit swept through the body.

His whole person was a little more sober, and his mind seemed to have become active, and his state was much better than eating Huixin Pill.

And at this time, as the shock wave spread, in the phalanx, the body of the disciples of the Jumping Great God who entered the burial vein, Qi Qi began to emit mana fluctuations, like a force field, enveloping his own area, and began to reveal his means.

Wang Zijia, who was still at a loss, suddenly contracted his pupils.

I saw that in the phalanx, with those disciples dancing like gods, in the coffin, some corpses began to have a little fluorescence that was difficult to see the naked eye, floating and converging in the air above the three inches of the corpse.

Even if it was noon and the sun was in full bloom, it was difficult to hide their unique light.

Wang Zijia shouldn't be too familiar with this, because when the two pollution methods he had seen precipitate the spiritual root, wasn't it just this kind of light point convergence!

However, unlike the contamination method, the points of light that precipitate from these corpses do not converge into a specific shape on top of their corpses. Instead, it floated a few inches above its corpse, forming a vague fluorophore with no other movements.

One by one, the light points are precipitated, and on each corpse, there will be more or less a cloud of fluorescence.

"Fu Yuan belongs, the technique, the ritual!"

At this time, the middle-aged Confucian in the sky suddenly spoke softly, waking up the stunned Wang Zijia.

When Wang Zijia heard this, he didn't care about anything else. With a move of raising his hand, he took out a spiritual material from the spiritual material prepared on the side, and stimulated the rune paper making technique that was temporarily piled up to Dacheng.

As the spiritual materials wriggled and gathered, a blank rune paper the size of a secret book page condensed. Wang Zijia looked around, followed the instructions of the middle-aged Confucian before, and threw the freshly formed rune paper into the coffin phalanx.

In an instant, paper rain fell in the sky above the phalanx.

The rune paper fluttered on the phalanx, and when it fell down, it actually scattered without fire, and before it landed, the paper drifted away without a trace.

The coffin, the altar, the heavenly master of the practice, and the talisman paper scattered all over the sky are really a funeral ceremony.

Wang Zijia frowned slightly, because until now, he hadn't been able to determine what he wanted them to do!

Can't be, it's really just for them to be the atmosphere group that sprinkles paper money on the funeral dragon, right?

In a flash of thought, I wanted to cast a spell again and make rune paper.

But before I started it, the breath was stagnant.

He was so successful that it was difficult for him to cast spells again.

Instinctively looked up, and in the dark, at a glance, he could find the one he made in the sky rune paper. It was still slowly drifting, slowly dissipating, and it looked like it would take at least five minutes or so to completely land or dissipate.

And the time for his second spell should be when the last rune paper dissipates.

"Huh?"

(End of chapter)