With the help of the Star Refining Sect's Great Array, Mo Shaoli survived the Heavenly Tribulation without danger. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After the catastrophe, he meditated for half a month to consolidate his cultivation, and climbed the Heavenly Peak to find the Thousand Illusion Oracle, but he was told that he had started a retreat to impact the Divine Powers Realm a year ago, and it was a death retreat.

This is the third time that the Thousand Illusion Oracle has impacted the Divine Power Realm, and once it fails, there is basically no hope of breaking through in this life.

Mo Shaoli went to the Zhenshui Pavilion again to place the pavilion master Qian Huanyang, and happened to meet Li Cong, who came to the Star Refining Sect to be a pro-province. I haven't seen it for nearly two hundred years, Li Cong has already cultivated in the early stage of the Earth Wheel Realm, judging from the Taoist robe on his body, this guy has used the power of the Li family to reach a position of official head in the General Affairs Office of the Danbu, responsible for the foreign dumping of various mid-grade pills produced by the Danbu.

Li Cong is still the same as before, treacherous and insidious, after two hundred years of tempering, his words and deeds are more indifferent, and the disgusting treacherous appearance is well hidden.

What made Mo Shaoli a little distracted was the implementation of the marriage contract between Li Cong and Qianhuan Qianwu, and the two became Taoist couples thirty years ago.

The Thousand Illusion Family's Water Pavilion has made up its mind to form an alliance with the Li family. The little girl Qianyun has grown into a great beauty, and has made a double cultivation oath with another genius of the Li family. During the chat, Li Cong praised the brother of the same blood in the clan, saying that he also achieved the little master of Lingzhi before he was less than 100 years old.

The grudge between the two of them two hundred years ago has long been put aside.

Li Cong was taboo about Mo Shao's identity as the head of the army corps.

Mo Shaoli didn't want to have a conflict with Li Cong, who already had some status, for no reason because of the old things back then. However, he still didn't have any good impression of Li Cong, and secretly sighed that a flower was inserted in the cow dung mountain. After more than 200 years of cultivation, I have experienced a lot and seen a lot, my personal strength and the power in my hands have become higher and higher, and I have gradually become indifferent to many things. However, this incident still made Mo Shao's head a little stumped, and the only good impression he had for Qian Huanyang was gone.

After sitting in the Zhenshui Pavilion for a short time, he thought that the Star Refining Sect had nothing to be nostalgic for, so he went to the Qianyuan Palace to say goodbye to the Great Elder and the Baili Pavilion.

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There is still more than a month to go, and the ancestral temple sacrifice will begin.

Mo Shaoli rushed back to the imperial capital, first went to the Void Fortress in the starry sky, went to the two warships to inspect and confirm that everything was going well, and returned to the Chamber of Commerce, presiding over various matters of the Chamber of Commerce.

Within a month, the number of monks entering the imperial capital increased significantly, and at first it became lively, and gradually became as noisy as the mortal world. The same is true for the Taobao Chamber of Commerce's shops, where there is a constant stream of customers coming in and out every day, most of them not to buy things, but to wonder what kind of structure is inside the strange pointed metal tower.

Many things are expected, and occasionally there are some unexpected small things, but they are not enough to arouse the fluctuations in Mo Shaoli's mind. In the face of the pomp and circumstance in the store, he ignored it, and sat in the secret room on the top floor of the store to meditate, only occasionally when the high-level family members who could hold the table asked to see him.

Han Jian and Wu Sheng were very surprised by the sudden pomp and circumstance of the store, and organized more than 20 clerks to greet customers and try their best to sell various elixir magic weapons.

The high-grade pills are not in supply, and few people in the middle and low-grade imperial capitals need them, and the quality is average, so no one buys them. However, Mo Shaoli brought out the spiritual weapons and spiritual treasures from the Huangting Dojo was very popular, and gradually sold most of them.

At this time, there were three kinds of people who entered the imperial capital. One is the high-level family members who are invited to participate in the sacrificial ceremony, the other is the elite of the military department who will participate in the escort mission, and the other is the high-level officials of the six ministries and three divisions who have voting authority to deliberate on the referendum after the sacrificial ceremony.

The ancestral temple sacrifice, almost every Jiazi has to be held once, which is a ceremony for the human race to worship the ancestors, with greater symbolic meaning and no practical use. The referendum is different, the law system of the Immortal Dynasty has long been finalized, only the eighteen principals in the imperial capital of the Heavenly Palace are enshrined, when the emperor, the great priest, and the military master all think that a certain law and a certain system are unreasonable or no longer conform to the current situation, the Immortal Dynasty will organize a ceremony after the ancestral temple sacrifice, and it is necessary to invite the high priest of the ancestral temple to personally preside over the witness.

Three days before departure, Mo Shaoli's Futu Qianzhang Monument received an official notice and detailed arrangements.

One day in advance, all the high-level soldiers who participated in the war department gathered in the school field of the Imperial Capital General Mansion of the first branch of the military department in the east of the Immortal Dynasty, and under the leadership of the soldier master, the 990,000 elites carefully selected by the eighteen elite legions escorted the left and right rear, and marched out of the city.

A total of 108 people from the General Affairs and Communications Office were authorized to attend the meeting, but the actual number was 108. The first seat of each legion had the right to participate in the meeting, a total of 1,000 people, but it was 600 people, and the head of the legion that could not attend the meeting in person also sent Taishou to vote on his behalf.

According to the order, the three divisions led by Immortal Emperor Yu Daoyi went out of the city gate first under the protection of the Golden Scale Guard.

Immediately after that, the five monks and family leaders led by the Great Si Ming Ghost Ci were escorted out of the city under the escort of the Feather Scale Guard.

The third batch of high-ranking soldiers led by the soldier master went out of the city.

After leaving the city, Yu Daoyi drove the artifact to the sky, carrying the monks of the three divisions, the ghost Ci controlled the Wanhua Immortal Ding, carrying the monks of the five divisions and the family on the left, and the soldier master drove the Futu Qianzhang Monument on the right.

990,000 golden-scaled guards in golden armor opened the way in front, 990,000 feather-scaled guards in cyan armor guarded on the left, and 990,000 elites in black-armored armor guarded on the right.

The team of more than three million people marched towards Zuzhou at a slow pace.

Rushing is also part of the whole sacrificial ritual, just like the invention of walking, the walking route is planned in advance, the distance is measured, and the speed is naturally fixed. Can't be more, can't be less, thirty-three days just arrived at the ancestral temple. All the people who participated in the sacrifice did not have to assemble in the imperial capital, even the Zuzhou monks closest to the ancestral temple.

Mo Shaoli sat on the monument of Futu Wanzhang, lowered his head, and looked curiously at the artifact of the town under him.

The Futu Wanzhang Monument is inherited from the barbaric era and is a battle weapon of an innate deity. After countless years of killing and killing, the divine patterns on the surface of the Futu Qianzhang Monument have become dark red and black, and the evil aura is almost substantial. Sitting on it, the evil qi invaded, and the whole body was very uncomfortable. Each monk participating in the sacrifice has a fixed position and cannot move it at will. The ancestral temple sacrifice ceremony has long been announced to the world, and there are swarming immortals along the way to watch from afar, judging their tastes, which makes Mo Shaoli a little uncomfortable.

The hardest month of my life only feels longer than a year.

The aura of the vast plain is not very strong, and there is a black ancient city built with walls as high as a thousand feet. After countless years of building the masonry of the city wall, the surface is still smooth and smooth, just like a new city.

The first divine city of the human race, the head of the five ancestors and three divisions of the barbarian era, was established under the auspices of the heavenly ancestor, and to this day the human race only knows that it is the first divine city that provides shelter for the reproduction of the human race, the oldest divine city, but it is impossible to remember how many thousands of years it has existed.

The cupola spear controlled by the Great Emperor Yu Daoyi landed first, and the three high-level officials sitting on the cupola walked down, and the cupola shrank and disappeared in Yu Daoyi's hands.

Then, Guici and Lu Xiangwu respectively controlled Wanhua Xianding and Futu Qianzhang Monument to land.

Mo Shaoli couldn't wait to land and silently followed the team into the city.

The most painful month has finally come to an end.

The buildings in the Divine City are all antiquities left over from the barbarian era, and they are also arranged with the kind of prohibition that absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon and is infinitely strengthened. To this day, these buildings are also immortal. The square high-rise buildings are connected into a patch, neatly planned and arranged, which has great similarities with the big cities of the earth with many high-rise buildings. The wisdom of the barbarian ancestors was very extreme, and the city area was limited, so in order to accommodate and shelter more people, the building was designed in this shape.

The height, position, and size of these buildings are strictly set, and the whole is connected to each other to form a formation in the city, gathering spiritual power.

There is no immortal product three spirit set array in the city, and the aura is also very abundant.

In the center of the city, a nine-hundred-zhang tall cyan lonely mountain stands abruptly.

The procession walked through the high-rise streets to the bluestone square at the bottom of the mountain.

There are eight giant statues erected on the square, which are the Heavenly Ancestor, the Earth Ancestor, the Human Ancestor, the Divine Ancestor, the Ghost Ancestor, the Sun Division, the Shadow Moon Division, and the Xingchen Division, which is known as the strongest Dao Ancestor in the Barbarian Era.

In front of the statue is an altar.

On the ninety-nine steps leading to the altar, there stood a rickety old man wearing a dark ancient robe, and this person was the high priest of the ancestral temple.

There were two people standing on the left and right sides of the high priest, and Bi Shaofeng was among them.

Bi Shaofeng was holding a human sword, standing on the far right, and beside him was also a young monk, holding a pitch-black simple sword.

To the left of the high priest stood two young monks, one holding a bronze ancient tripod and the other holding a bronze ancient spear.

When the sacrificial procession entered the square and returned to its place, it was noon.

One sun hangs in the air, and one sun rises in the east.

Such a celestial phenomenon only occurs once in 60 Jiazi and 3,600 years.

The referendum after the ceremony was a good time.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Knock! knock......

The sound of war drums sounded from the top of the mountain.

The high priest raised his right arm tremblingly, and shouted softly, "Array!"

Nine colored lights rose from the altar, forming pillars of light that shot straight into the sky.

The high priest withdrew his arm and shouted, "Rite!"

After speaking, he bowed to the statues of the five ancestors and three divisions behind the altar and bowed.

The Great Emperor Yu Daoyi, the Great Si Ming Ghost Ci, and the soldier master Lu Xiangwu led the high-level officials of the Immortal Dynasty and bowed down.

After the nine salutes, the chief priest slowly turned around and shouted, "Sacrifice!"

Yu Daoyi stepped onto the altar, waved his hand to take out a huge fierce beast from the storage ring, and carefully put it into the altar with mana control.

Yu Daoyi returned.

Oni Ci followed up to the altar and put a small mountain of colorful high-grade immortal stones into the altar.

Oni Ci retreated.

The soldier master followed and walked up, taking out three thousand inner pills of different colors from the storage ring and piling them up on the altar into a small mountain.

The Great Priest began to chant aloud:

"Dazai Kun Yuan, Shude is endless, the five ancestors rule the world, the three divisions pass on the scriptures, the nine Xuanhua fields, the main yin and yang, the wind and thunder, the functions of wood, earth, water, fire, gold, build the city of gods, build the ancestral temple, bless the descendants, and everything is prosperous......"

After a lengthy recitation of the five ancestors and the three divisions' merits, the chief priest shouted again: "Ceremony!"

After shouting, the leader bowed again.

After the nine salutes, the chief priest raised his arm tremblingly and shouted: "And the future generations, thanks to the remaining shade, don't dare to forget, worship it, worship it, worship it." ”

"Ritual!"

"Shang Fang!"

On the altar, the nine-colored pillar of light that soared into the sky was closed.

The offerings on the altar also slowly dissolved and disappeared as the pillars of light contracted.

Ancestor worship is complete!

The high priest bowed to the statue behind the altar.

The crowd below, led by the emperor, the great secretary, and the master of the soldiers, bowed down one after another.

After the nine salutes, the high priest slowly turned around and said softly: "May my human race, the incense continue, the inheritance will not be extinguished, the generations will prosper, and the eternity will be forever!"

The crowd below shouted: "May my human race, incense continue, inheritance will not be extinguished, generation after generation will prosper, and eternity will be prosperous!"

"May I be a Terran ......"

The drums of war are roaring!

The roar picked up the sky and shook the earth.

It took thirty-three shouts in a row before it came to an abrupt end.

The sound of war drums gradually slowed down.

Great Emperor Yu Daoyi walked up to the altar with a bag in both hands, and said softly: "May my human race, eternal eternal prosperity, high priest, you have worked hard!"

After saying that, he handed the bag to the high priest.

Great Emperor Yu Daoyi walked down the altar.

Gui Ci and Lu Xiangwu each walked up to the altar with two pouches in their hands, and distributed them to the four people who had been standing beside the high priest, and said the same thing: May my human race, eternal prosperity, and the waiter have worked hard.

The festival ends.