The mantra echoes the music, and at the end of the ceremony, almost all the disciples step together, chanting mantras, waving their arms and dancing their sleeves.

Such scenes are complex and neat, and they are really spectacular.

Elder Black was hidden on the side, as if he was a passerby, and all the prosperity was a cloud of smoke and clouds. No one thought it was strange, because his duty here was to be an inspector of ceremonies, and he needed to be objective and sober.

The mantra of the Lord of the Altar is in harmony with the surrounding music, like a chant, ethereal and mysterious.

Suddenly, with a bang, in front of the Lord of the Altar, a faint cyan cloud suddenly appeared, like a green lotus, so large that several people were long.

At this time, all the disciples in the hall were prostrate on the ground, chanting the blessing loudly in their mouths.

With the sound of the ring, around the main hall, the immortal qi suddenly rose up, rotating around the center, slowly floating out wisps of cyan clouds, swaying with the green lotus in front of the lord of the altar, jumping up and down, like hundreds of invisible spectators, dancing slowly around everyone.

When everyone saw this scene, they chanted more diligently, and danced with rhyme, one voice was higher than the other, and the sincere thought was even more prominent.

“...... Ninety-nine to one, the spirit of the Yuan Soul talks about the pulse, the soul of heaven and earth, the sun god and the moon immortal...... The ancestors of the past dynasties, Liuhe Xianjun, all came to refer to the evidence, the seventy-fourth generation of the door, returned to the Yuan to seek cultivation, and handed over the ......"

At the end of the recitation, the Lord of the Altar recites the Dharma, bends his knees and kneels to the end.

At this moment, the nine ancient immortal emperor statues suddenly made a gentle sound, faint like a song, but it was difficult to discern the true meaning.

The incense floats up, suddenly flickering, looking from a distance, it is like drawing a rune, and it is very mysterious.

The nameless pressure that came from nowhere, suddenly descended in the temple, not a physical existence, but only a heart.

The disciples in the "Ninety-Nine Gates" feel the solemnity in the hall, cautious and respectful.

And Elder Black suddenly raised his head, looking out of nowhere, as if he was feeling something.

At this moment, in front of the statue of the Immortal Emperor, the huge magic weapon, at the last moment, suddenly vibrated and was out of place, making a buzzing roar.

The disciples who had been prostrating themselves on the ground, although they did not get up, were a little surprised when they heard this strange roar.

The sudden strange roar became more and more high-pitched, overpowering the music, and in the main hall, it sounded to the sky.

Some of the disciples couldn't help but look up, their eyes full of confusion and uneasiness.

"What's this noise?"

"Unheard ......"

"Before the altar master, I didn't mention it at all?!"

"What's wrong?"

“......”

As the strange roar intensified, the artifact began to glow brightly, but no one would think that this was a normal auspicious omen.

At this moment, the green lotus in front of the lord of the altar suddenly began to soften, as if it was about to change its appearance, but after a long time, it failed to have a fixed shape, but became more and more soft mud, as if it could not stand upright, and faintly began to dissipate.

The light of the magic weapon also shone continuously with the whistling sound, shrinking and amplifying, and constantly jumping.

The inexplicable uneasiness, with this light, pressed on the hearts of all the disciples.

Suddenly, a gratuitous and violent aura, out of nowhere, rampaged, circling in the main hall, making the low-level disciples even tremble instinctively.

In addition, the green lotus dissipated and the light shone, and the atmosphere in the entire hall was so bewitching.

Elder Black suddenly stood behind the Lord of the Altar, his gaze staring directly at the light.

"Elder Black, this ......" The tone of the Lord of the Altar was a little hurried and a little panicked, "This kind of situation is unprecedented......

"Haven't you seen it before...... Elder Black probed carefully, feeling his sound sense, and as soon as he approached this light, he was drawn away by a strange force.

"The whistling sound, the strange light, is definitely not the phenomenon contained in the classics, it should be!" the master of the book came over and said in a deep voice.

Elder Black still wanted to speak, but the strange light suddenly exploded, as if a space was opened, a powerful and cold fluctuation, centered on the strange light, collapsed outward.

Except for a few altar masters and Elder Hei who reacted instantaneously and resisted and stood still, the rest of the disciples were almost all pushed out by the sudden force.

The fairy energy on the ground seemed to be blown by the wind, and immediately retreated, the bluestone on the ground shook, and the whole hall shook lightly again......

The strange light broke away from the magic weapon and lingered in the air, bringing that kind of power and might, which was unheard of, and it was not at all experienced by any monk.

The light in the air quickly converged, gathered and united, and in the end, it turned into a strange head that did not look like a human!

Then, from then on, a high-pitched voice suddenly entered the field, and everyone's ears were heard.

Screaming like an arrow!

Most of the low-level disciples, almost immediately on the spot, were punctured in their eardrums and blood flowed out......

The screams were repeated, and the disciples covered their ears with their hands, trying their best to resist the sound waves that seemed to pierce their brains.

In the chaos, the master of the square altar was just about to set up a defensive formation, and suddenly found that the screaming high voice suddenly lowered, turning into a deep voice, flat and monotonous, like ten thousand years of ice, ruthless.

“......”

What does "it" say?

Xiao Yu was at a loss for a moment at this moment, and he suddenly found that his consciousness was blinded by a force, and he couldn't think, and when he looked around, his movements slowed down and he was silent.

It's like time standstill, and the surrounding scenes are all frozen.

The people present seemed to hear the unbelievable horror sound, their faces were bloodless, and their bodies trembled.

He couldn't hear the words clearly, but he could feel a kind of terror lingering in the hall, a kind of extinction, a throbbing of dying in the face of all living things.

Xiao Yu saw all kinds of almost frozen scenes around him.

Yiyi faced him, that kind of flowery face, desperate and helpless look.

Several altar owners were dumbfounded, unable to hide their horror.

Among the disciples, Bai Yunchang, who had just been included in the scope of his investigation and planned to inherit the mantle, was in the midst of a gray mind.

......

Outside Wanyin Mountain.

In the sky above the Law Realm, the immortal clouds were suddenly disturbed, and they all turned into residual smoke and scattered in all directions.

"I say, "Definitely!"

Like the voice of a god, it descended from the sky abruptly, and all the clouds were appeased again and slowly condensed.

At the top, a white cloud suddenly stood up and turned into a huge female figure, looking down and pondering for a long time.

......

The light and shadow change, the stars change, this feeling, Xiao Yu suddenly realized, it seems to be very clear.

This is a harbinger of leaving this realm!

Xiao Yu looked at his side and pulled the hem of his robe, as if he was aware of something, and he was attached to the helpless Yiyi.

Her figure, separated by an invisible force, is like water washing, and the color gradually fades, but there is a touch of resentment, which does not melt for a long time, and condenses her brows.

In Xiao Yu's heart, there was a sudden dull pain.

"Master......" Xiao Hei's voice suddenly reached his ears.

"I know," Xiao Yu replied in a low voice, "You want to talk about Yiyi, right?"

"Yes, the master really doesn't have to, he cares about parting......" Although Xiao Hei was enlightened, her sad tone still exposed her heart, "As those Yin Xiu said, this place is just an ancient illusion ......"

"Little Black ......," Xiao Yu interrupted softly.

"Master?"

"You don't have to say that I can now understand the real emotions of this place......"