Time flies, and before I know it, it is the day of Ziwei's ceremonial crown. This is a rule in the Celestial Star Continent, on the day of the month after the 6th birthday, a man holds a ceremonial crown ceremony, and ordinary people do not have this kind of enjoyment at all, it is something that only rich and powerful people can play, and this is also the first step to enter the path of cultivation.

On this day, the palace was still as usual, the order was orderly, but the large square in front of the Tianxing Palace was unusually lively.

This is a well-known royal martial arts arena, and this is an extraordinary martial arts arena.

Walking inside, there is a kind of wonder of immersive artistic conception.

It is a kind of artistic conception that only a martial artist can understand.

The intertwined and intricate stripes on the ground intersect, and from time to time there are light waves, which makes people feel like they are in a wonderful realm.

To comprehend the martial arts, improve their cultivation.

The giant altar with a height of thousands of meters stands on the edge of the martial arts arena, which is not only a martial arts arena, but also a place where major events, military parades, and diplomacy are held in Star City.

Wait a minute...... Many dignitaries and squires and commoners have gathered under the tower.

There are also warriors who come from thousands of miles away, and they talk a lot together.

After all, the head of the Cheng family, who has a bit of status in Tianxing, said: God bless the Zi family, the supreme god will definitely bless the young master of Ziwei to spend the ceremony safely.

Everyone agreed.

After all, this is the first step of a city lord, and it also means war or peace on a continent.

Life and death.

It's all in the minds of these people.

On the hundred-meter-high altar, several figures suddenly appeared, and the leader was the Heavenly Star City Lord Zi Heng, followed by Zi Feng and Zi Wei.

Suddenly, an old man with a gray beard knelt down excitedly, pointed to an old man in purple behind Ziwei and shouted: Ah, that is the old city lord of Zibin, who was once famous all over the world.

Everyone was surprised in unison, and when the others saw it, it turned out to be true.

Hurriedly knelt down and bowed.

Zi Bin shook his head helplessly, and Zi Heng stepped forward and said: Taizu, come on.

Zi Bin didn't say a word, walked three steps and stepped directly into the air, standing in the void.

Pat your hands lightly.

Endless purple soul purification power was exported from those purple hands, covering the minds of all worshippers layer after layer.

Zibin said softly: "My people of Tianxing, my Zi family will always bless you with peace and tranquility.

will not be violated by the flames of war.

This power of instant purification is also the power of faith.

It is also an insurmountable spiritual force.

They believe in nothing else.

There is only the Celestial Star Purple Family.

They firmly believe that the Purple Family is supreme and immortal.

Everyone said in unison: Zibin Old City Lord Shengming.

Yu Chengdao, the current Prime Minister of Tianxing: May the liliang of God shine on the earth and be blessed with the gift of the crown of the young master of crape myrtle.

I hope that the young master of Ziwei will successfully survive the Yiguan Tribulation.

Since then, he has led the people of Tianxing to create more brilliance.

The sun shines on the head.

The crowd began to fall silent.

At this moment, Qian Gong in the audience said fairly: the time has come, the masters are in place, the young master Ziwei is in place, and the usher is ready.

The Rite of Honor -- Begin now.

As soon as Ziwei saw a flower in front of her eyes, she was directly sent to the array, and under her feet was an incomparably huge gossip array, and the eight columns stood in the eight positions of Tiangang.

Zi Heng, as well as the eight city lords in front of him, all came.

Crape myrtle smacked her tongue secretly.

The person who received the person was his father, Emperor Zifeng, and this place was rarely open to people.

This is a place dedicated to the heirs of the lineage.

And here, there is a legend.

It is the same three altars as Zhurong City and Xiaoyao City, he is the teleportation array connected to the upper realm, legend has it that someone in every imperial city has seen someone from the altar of the imperial city, and has seen someone come down from the sky.

There was also an unexpected person standing around the altar, it was not an ordinary person, it was Ziwei's grandfather - Ling Tian.

There was also the glory of 30,000 miles of bloody slaughter back then.

Reminiscent.

It's still so exciting.

The eight city lords standing on the jade pillar each gave a drop of essence blood.

They melted together in the void.

Slowly, the ball of essence blood turned into a deep purple, located in the sky above the crape myrtle, just connected with the high sky.

The light flashed in front of Zi Feng, and the city lord's armor appeared in front of the world.

Draw the Castle Lord's sword and leap into the air.

Gently pick at the purple ball of blood with the tip of his sword.

Singing softly: Great master.

O great God.

Your descendants want to revive your bloodline and pass on your legacy today.

Descend upon the supreme glory and the gifts.

Let us, the descendants, carry on your legacy.

Ziwei shouted: Zidian Ninth Style-Splitting the Sky.

A hundred-zhang wide sword light approached the sky, and suddenly, dark clouds were covered with clouds above the altar.

Purple Wind Road: Go against the sky, the sky is here.

Ancestors, protect the altar.

End of chapter.

To be continued.

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