Chinese New Year's Eve, the day of farewell to the old and welcome the new, is also the day of the Ceres Festival.

The red-clothed priest who made the people of the city want to wear it finally appeared, wearing a big red dragon and tiger striped robe, wearing a jade leaf crown, and his face was covered with a hideous gold mask.

He held the reins in his hand and drove a two-horse bronze chariot, beside him stood a warrior in great red armor, also covered his face with a golden mask, carrying a silver bow on his back, three golden arrows in his quiver, and a rusty bronze changge in his hand.

Seventy-two armorers wrapped in gold armor and armed with gold in their hands surrounded the bronze chariot, forming a chariot phalanx that has been passed down for a long time.

The major affairs of the country are in worship and Rong.

The red-clothed priest is not only the host of the god sacrifice, but also the celebrant of the war conquest, dressed in a luxurious and mysterious manner, with a strong legacy of the ancient ancestors.

Wherever the bronze chariot passed, the people with awe-struck faces knelt on the ground like mountains.

Surrounded by the guards, the chariots of the great and small dignitaries respectfully followed behind the bronze chariots.

In a sense, the Ceres Temple is a guardian sect recognized by the Great Zhou court, with countless believers and extremely respectable status.

What is intriguing is that the cereals temples in various parts of the Great Zhou were actually managed by the local government, not the priests who did not have a temple. For the affairs of the temples in various places, the red-clothed priests who occasionally go out on patrol can only be a spectacle, not to mention the direct impact on local military and political affairs.

This undoubtedly ensured the supremacy of the Son of Heaven and greatly limited the divine power.

Liu Tugou sat silently on a secluded wall, looking at the solemn and fanatical scene from a distance, and countless thoughts turned in his heart.

Once upon a time, like those people who fell to the ground, he never really felt and thought with his own heart.

I don't know how long it took, the aura in the direction of the altar suddenly fluctuated violently, its majesty and vastness were eye-catching, even the naked eye mortals who did not know how to practice could see the splendid aura like the substance, like a colorful rain of flowers in the sky, Ambilight, watering the whole city.

The city, which had only resounded with solemn ceremonial music and no human voices, suddenly erupted in a deafening and huge cheer at this moment.

Hundreds of thousands of living beings wept with joy and danced with their hands, praising the great grace of heaven and earth, the love of the gods, and the good deeds of the priests.

Liu Tugou smiled with compassion on his face, his fingers gently rubbing the cold spine of the slaughter, and his heart felt unprecedented peace.

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The gods are holy, and all kinds look up.

The splendid aura and rain are like pure spring water gathered after the snow melts on the top of the mountain, flowing into every corner of the city.

Whether it is the beast on the eaves of the high-rise Zhu Hu, the golden bell and bronze drum of the pagoda and the Taoist pavilion, or the narrow dog hole in the corner of the civilian house, the slush moss under the root of the dark alley wall, at this moment, there is no distinction between high and low, no matter high or low.

Liu Tugou, who was sitting on the remote wall, was also bathed in the streamer, especially a wisp of ribbon-like aura flowed over, floating above his head, crystal and smart, like substance.

He reached out and grabbed it, and the fluttering ribbon immediately broke in two.

Liu Tugou chuckled, like a playful child, caught and fished again, stirred the ribbon into an empty aura, fell gently like raindrops, and poured Liu Tugou's face wet.

He subconsciously reached out and touched his face, but found that his face was still dry.

The slaughtering knife suddenly trembled, conveying a vague emotion to Liu Tugou, as if he was extremely reluctant to be in the spiritual rain.

Liu Tugou was stunned for a moment, groaned slightly, and suddenly stretched out his palm, palm to the sky, and made a gesture to catch the rain.

His palms glowed with a dull glow of iron blue, like an old glove.

The peak of refining qi, the strength of the cloth into gang.

Liu Tugou used to be ecstatic after stepping into the Grandmaster, but he was soon awakened by Murong Chunxiao and realized the potential great danger in his cultivation.

The entry is too fast, and the foundation is unstable.

The inability to spread the energy all over the body to form a protective body is undoubtedly the most direct manifestation of this huge hidden danger.

Nowadays, being able to wrap the palm of your hand in a stable Gangqi glove is a huge improvement.

As soon as the qi came out, the originally peaceful and quiet divine aura suddenly threw a stone into the water, flooding with dangerous ripples.

The surrounding divine aura began to converge towards Liu Tugou, and the slowly falling spiritual rain suddenly accelerated and fell towards Liu Tugou's palm stretched out in mid-air.

A drop of spiritual rain entered his palm and fell onto the iron-blue Gang Qi.

Zizi!

It's like a drop of boiling oil in cold water, and you can no longer be at peace.

This drop of "boiling oil" was quickly deprived of heat by the cold water and dissipated, and it seemed that it was difficult to damage the "cold water" in the slightest.

However, "boiling oil" is not one drop, not two drops, but endless.

Like an oil pot overturning, the light rain suddenly went berserk.

The iron-blue gang qi was instantly eroded to a thousand holes, like a residual red on the branch, blown away by the rain and wind, and the unending spiritual rain slammed Liu Tugou's palm into a bloody flesh and blood.

Liu Tugou frowned, withdrew his palm that had dissipated his anger, and smeared the dripping blood on the body of the slaughtering knife with his backhand.

Then, he slowly stretched out his other hand.

It's also a dull aura of iron blue, but if you look closely, you will see that this new glove has a dark red vein like a palm print, and there is a faint brilliance flowing along the veins, exuding a strange beauty.

The divine aura, which had just regained its composure due to the loss of its goal, was restless again, rushing towards Liu Tugou's palm like a moth to a flame.

Flames can burn moths, but too many moths may not be impossible to extinguish flames.

Without waiting for the divine spirit qi to break through the obviously much stronger Gang Qi, Liu Tugou grinned and jumped up from the wall suddenly, with an extra layer of iron-blue Gang clothes on his body.

This layer of clothing is mottled in color, saying that it is clothing, but in fact it is a distorted aura, you can't see the style of the clothes, some places the fabric is very thick, the color is as deep as ink, and some places are only a thin layer, almost transparent.

Liu Tugou, who jumped in mid-air, was like a huge torch, and was instantly overwhelmed by the riotous divine qi.

Fortunately, the wall he was on was very remote, far away from the main street avenue, and far away from the altar, and the divine aura flowing over was already very thin, so he was not drowned immediately.

The shoddy clothes on his body have been annoying Liu Tugou for a long time, and according to his estimates, without a few months of water grinding effort, he will not want to complete his cultivation.

However, the sharp rise in the realm after fighting with Pei Dongting undoubtedly made the already bold second master taste the sweetness.

There is a great terror between life and death, even if the person is looking for death by himself, this great terror is enough to squeeze out a person's full potential.

In this case, why not come out of the grinding and find the light in life and death?

Wrapped in divine aura, the Gangyi that Liu Tugou had pieced together by squeezing the aura of his whole body immediately and quickly consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And the first to disappear is not those weak points that can be broken almost as soon as they are stabbed, these obvious weaknesses are focused on by Liu Tugou, who consciously deploys and transports spiritual energy, and is always tenacious.

And those parts that are really made of materials are quickly empty, and the old bottom is exhausted, and they are so poor that they have to be used as pants.

This divine aura is like a skillful tailor, and he will cut a ball of aura fabric into a set of fitting clothes in three or two clicks, and on the whole, it is very similar to the set on the second master.

"Hahaha...... Scatter!"

Trying to record the feeling of the distribution of the Gang Qi at this time, Liu Tugou, who was in the air, suddenly let out a happy laugh.

He laughed wildly and heroically, but his movements were completely opposite, and the whole person shrank into a ball suddenly, and firmly protected his head and face with his arms, chest and abdomen.

At this moment, he took the initiative to disperse the qi of his whole body, and a good coat was torn into countless strips of cloth woven by the spiritual qi, and thrown into the spiritual rain that burned like fire, and was burned into nothingness in the blink of an eye, leaving not even ashes.

An ordinary cultivator at the peak of Qi refining would never dare to squander it like this, is it easy to use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for his own use?

However, I have to admit that the second master's move is really decisive and wise, and if it is a little later, I am afraid that it will be more than that set of clothes that will turn into nothingness.

Rao is like this, the new clothes that the second master has just put on his body have also been torn into strips of cloth, and blood is flowing on his limbs and back, like a bloody man, looking extremely miserable.

He grinned and gasped in pain.

Liu Tugou gently pressed his hand on his waist to slaughter, this knife was always protected by Gang Qi, and it was not hurt in the slightest.

The sword spirit is nurtured, fragile and ignorant, especially the second master's self-protection is still insufficient, and he can't be distracted and tempered at all.

He exhaled a breath of turbidity, looked up at the mouth of the alley, turned to face the depths of this narrow and dark alley, and frowned, "Isn't this a dead end?"

"It's a dead end, in other words, a dead end!"

Liu Tugou appeared in front of and behind him almost at the same time, a brocade-clothed swordsman appeared, not very old, about twenty years old, the clothes on his body were very valuable, the scabbard was inlaid with gold and jade, and the handle of the knife was also rich and richly wrapped with gold wires, full of wealth and nobility, which was very different from the image of the black clothes and masks in the imagination of the second master.

He noticed that the two young brocade-clothed swordsmen had long golden knives embroidered on their cuffs, apparently from the same door.

Liu Tugou grinned and asked, "We have a grudge?"