Chapter 1169 Whose Blood, Whose God

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"The ceremony of conferring the gods, the second step: sacred objects and spirits."

When Ji Jue and Feng Xingying reached the top, the ritual official sang loudly again.

The loud voice, with strong spiritual power, clearly entered everyone's ears.

"The sacred artifact of Canglong Mountain, the Canglong Sky Splitting Spear. Please make the Son of God manifest."

As a golden spear was sent to Ji Jue, Ji Jue held Feng Xingying's hand and naturally drew a bloodstain at the muzzle of the gun.

Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, they are deeply in love with each other. Even if they verify their bloodline, Ji Jue will not let go of Feng Xingying's hand.

Because Ji Jue's hand was bleeding profusely, and Feng Xingying just accidentally rubbed his palm a little.

Ji Jue's method of manifesting the Holy Spirit was exactly the same as when Feng Xingying used the Xihuang Sword to see blood at the same time.

Ji Jue's movements are natural and smooth, and there is no doubt at all.

Everyone is looking forward to it, just waiting for the blood dragon gun to change.

Everyone held their breath, and no one dared to make a loud noise, for fear of disturbing the appearance of the gods.

Time passed little by little, and the quiet and terrifying crowd inevitably produced doubts.

"Everyone, don't be impatient, the ancient gods have three chances to test. The sacred object has not manifested itself for thousands of years, so I would like to ask Master Ji Jue to try again." The official said.

Ritual officials are all the core children of Ji's family, and of course they help Ji Jue to speak.

Ji Jue nodded, looking a little embarrassed. When he saw Feng Xingying manifested in blood that day, there was only a little blood, how could he not be here?

Is there less blood?

Ji Jue could only be ruthless, using the sharp edge of the spear to slash a long mouth from her right arm.

Of course, Feng Xingying, who was holding him on his right hand, was also accidentally injured, and the spear also slid across Feng Xingying's arm, leaving a deep bloodshot.

Anticipation, silence.

"Haha." The sudden laughter broke the silence of the space.

Everyone looked in the direction of laughter.

The person who laughed was actually Feng Xingying?

Ji Jue's heart beat faster, he wanted to say it was great, Xingying, you finally woke up, but his heart pounded again, feeling that something was wrong.

"Isn't it possible that you will kill me for blood if it is not developed this time?" Feng Xingying sarcastically said.

"Xingying, stop making trouble." Ji Jue wanted to say something, but was stunned by the vision in front of her.

I saw that with Feng Xingying as the center, a fiery red phoenix bird spread its wings and flew high, becoming bigger and more real in the air, just like a phoenix bird invited from the sky.

Some people even saw the expression on the phoenix bird's face, with a hint of seriousness and sadness, and it was even seven or eight similar to Feng Xingying.

The stature of this phoenix bird is even more frightening, and one of its wings can cover the entire sky.

Fortunately, this is just an illusion, not a real phoenix.

But people were still excited and spontaneously fell to their knees and shouted:

"Divine Phoenix!"

"Divine Phoenix!"

"Divine Phoenix!"

"God bless Yunxi!"

At this time, Feng Xingying was holding the Xihuang sword in his hand, and said aloud: "Feng Xingying, the descendant of Ye Wahuang of the Ye clan of the Divine Phoenix clan, the branch of Xihuang. The sword name is Lihuang, the sacred relic of the Phoenix clan."

Feng Xingying's voice was not loud and calm, but it could reverberate over the entire Kowloon City.

It was no longer Ji Jue who everyone knelt down and looked up at, but Feng Xingying who suddenly opened his bloodline.

Feng Xingying revealed his identity in such a simple and rude way.

The thing she regrets the most now is that she once worried too much and dared not reveal her identity. If she had abandoned all estimates earlier to take the risk that her identity brought her, perhaps Qin Molin would not have...