Chapter 607: Offering Sacrifice to the Former Emperor

Chapter 607 - Sacrifice to the First Emperor

Qin Nan exhaled and inhaled very evenly.

The air of the Son of Heaven is extremely warm, making the pores all over his body open, and the pain that covered his whole body just now is gradually wrapped by this warmth and disappears.

Even the toxins in the body were slowly swallowed by the Qi of the Son of Heaven.

"I didn't expect the aura of the Son of Heaven to be so mysterious..."

Qin Nan secretly praised.

Immediately, he heard Emperor Fentian's voice, and his heart was shocked. It seemed that he had to speed up, recover himself, and get rid of the toxin.

Nine times out of ten, Xiaori Baihu and Di Fengyun will personally do it when offering sacrifices to the late emperor to snatch the most precious treasure in the portrait of the late emperor.

While he was recovering, he was on the Heavenly Sacrifice Dojo.

All the major sacrifices brought out various food and fine wine made by demon gods, put spiritual incense on them, and began to pray, and the sound of many music resounded, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

However, underneath this, there is a surge of cold current.

Zhou Bihua and Lin Feng smiled, and looked at Xiaori Baihu and Di Fengyun in unison. In addition, the top ten princes and other powerful officials also glanced secretly.

Assassinate the third prince, all the princes and forces present could do it.

But the most likely one is the White Tiger Camp!

Because only the White Tiger Battalion has this kind of strength, the dead waiter at the peak of the venerable cannot be cultivated by ordinary people.

Of course, there are also some strong people who are more puzzled, why not assassinate Duan Qing. Because in this turmoil, Duan Qing's threat has been reduced to the minimum.

In the end, it's all the powerhouses fighting for the top!

What can Duan Qing do?

At least, killing the third prince can free up the position of prince and disrupt the situation.

Zhou Bihua took a deep breath, hesitated again and again, and still transmitted a divine thought, which entered Di Fengyun's mind, and said, "It's me!"

Di Fengyun froze, recovered quickly, and said coldly, "Why, Master Phoenix Battalion, what do you want me to do?"

"Don't trust the white tiger." Zhou Bihua said in a deep voice, "It is using you again!"

"Using me? Haha, all of you are using me, how can I not know? Zhou Bihua, don't be so hypocritical! If you really regarded me as your successor, why didn't you pass it on to me in the first place? Phoenix technique, you said I would die if I practiced it, but what about Duan Qing, Duan Qing will not die if I practice it?" Di Fengyun roared in a low voice as if he had been touched by a scar.

Zhou Bihua showed helplessness, and said, "You are in a different situation from him..."

He taught Qin Nan the Undead Phoenix Art, because Qin Nan's martial arts talent is very high, and he has also been recognized by the Azure Dragon Lord.

If it were Di Fengyun who practiced this undead phoenix technique, he would really die.

"Stop talking nonsense, just remember, the humiliation you brought to me back then will not be long, and I will return it tenfold!" Di Fengyun's expression was indifferent, in his eyes, not passing on the Undead Phoenix Technique to him was scornful of him, Doubt him!

Zhou Bihua sighed deeply, his eyes turned cold.

The last bit of master-student relationship, just blow away with the wind.

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was in full swing and carried out quickly. In less than a short time of three sticks of incense, all the ceremonies were completed.

"Start offering sacrifices to the late emperor! Lord Di Fengyun, please preside over it yourself!" the priest in white robe shouted loudly.

The eyes of the audience were all in unison.

Di Fengyun stood up, and in a blink of an eye, he came under the portrait of the late emperor. At the same time, he also changed into a large white robe, which was exactly the same as the white robe priest.

A lot of strong men's eyes were all terrified.

Only Di Fengyun can preside over the sacrificial ceremony of the first emperor!

Because, only the earth-level eighth-rank martial spirit can resonate with the late emperor's portrait and be recognized by the late emperor's portrait!

Of course, Emperor Fentian's Martial Soul has also reached the eighth rank of the prefecture level, but his cultivation has already reached the Martial Saint, and almost reached the peak of the Martial Saint, so naturally he cannot arouse the resonance of the late emperor's portrait.

"The ninety-ninth geniuses of the three major battalions, please come on stage!"

Di Fengyun opened his mouth to drink loudly.

Longhu and others all stood up and flew over one after another.

When the prince ascended the throne, he was sealed by the emperor, blessed with the spirit of the emperor, and blended into their bodies. Today, offering sacrifices to the portrait of the late emperor will resonate with the portrait of the late emperor, and the portrait of the late emperor will bring various benefits and bestow it on the great geniuses.

The two actions are all to let these geniuses, with one mind, completely belong to the ancient kingdom of Fentian.

At this moment, many eyes turned towards Qin Nan.

Now this sacrifice to the late emperor's portrait, Duan Qingshen will not participate?

Before waiting for anyone to reply, Di Fengyun said coldly: "Duan Qing was seriously injured in order to save the third prince, and now he needs to heal his wounds! You don't need to come to the sacrifice of the late emperor!"

Once the final decision was made, even if someone wanted to refute, they couldn't say anything.

"Now, start offering sacrifices to the Heavenly Emperor! The sacrificial group stepped forward, lit up their martial souls, and played the sacrificial music!"

Di Fengyun shouted loudly.

Immediately afterwards, ten young women in white robes came forward in unison. Behind them, five mysterious lights shone, which turned out to be fifth-grade Xuan-level martial souls.

These ten spirits are actually of the same type, they are all Qin spirits.

In front of the Qin Wuhun hovering, ten women were playing at the same time, moving in unison, strands of qin sounds immediately rippling between the heaven and the earth.

The sound of the piano is as gentle as water, and then sonorous, as if singing high, which makes people's blood boil.

The tall statue of the first emperor shone with rays of brilliance, and an invisible coercion began to ripple.

The portrait of the late emperor!

In a sense, like the Howling Sun White Tiger, Blood Winged Phoenix, and Zhenguo Xuanwu, they are all the patron saints of the ancient kingdom of Fentian.

For his sacrifice, it needs to be more solemn, so the sacrificial song is used.

"Chen Di Fengyun, see the late emperor, may the late emperor wake up, see this prosperous age, and see you new geniuses!"

Di Fengyun yelled loudly, and stepped forward with big strides. Behind him, streaks of golden light suddenly shone, until eight times later, a humanoid Martial Soul floated up, standing in the sky, domineering like a rainbow.

I saw this humanoid Martial Soul, wearing armor, stained with blood, with infinite aura!

This is Di Fengyun's martial soul!

According to the rumors, it was reincarnated by a strong martial sage after his fall.

As if feeling the aura of an earth-level eighth-rank Martial Soul, the portrait of the late emperor began to tremble slightly. This tremor continued to expand until finally, a terrifying aura soared to the sky!

boom!

The coercion swept across like a flood, suppressing the entire audience.

The portrait of the late emperor seemed to have really come to life, a dazzling golden light flickered in the pupils of his eyes, and he looked directly at Long Hu and other geniuses.

A stern light flashed in the eyes of the White Tiger Roaring Sun on the white jade seat. For so many years, every time he sensed the aura of the late emperor, a wave of tyranny would rise in his heart.

"but……"

Howling Sun White Tiger stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, old man, such a treasure you left behind, it will be mine soon!