Chapter 133 Influence

Only a very small part of the god-rank blood in the body was mobilized, and the few remaining nine-rank blood in the blood vessel was squeezed out.

The cuffs of the slightly stretched arms revealed snow-white wrists, and after the blood of the divine grade surged, everyone could faintly see streams of golden light in it!

The line of sight moved with the golden streamer, and the slender jade hands became transparent, and finally, the gorgeous gold poured out from the fingertips and touched the astrolabe.

The fine gold spreads from the center of the astrolabe, instead of lighting up dark stars one after another like the traditional method.

When the golden lines spread to the entire astrolabe, there was a "buzz~"! Everyone in the audience exclaimed!

Even Elder Xuan was taken aback! Lighting up nine dark stars at the same time is simply unheard of!

Everyone held their hearts, because the golden lines in the center of the astrolabe began to rush towards the last dark star, and the dense golden lines seemed to contain the special expectations of everyone.

"Ding~"

With a soft sound, the first golden branch pattern touched the dark star first, and the golden light was like a rising tide, making the dark star shine with small sesame seed-sized dots.

Elder Tongxuan opened his eyes wide. When other small golden lines "collided" into the dark star one after another, the tenth dark star shone brighter than the first nine!

Elder Tongxuan opened his mouth, and the light became more and more intense, and even began to encircle the outer periphery of the astrolabe into a dark circle!

"Kaka~"

Kuang San raised his eyebrows, his fingers left the astrolabe, and those golden lines quickly retreated into Kuang San's body as if going back in time.

There was a kind of consternation in the audience, what is this?

Divine blood?

"Ka Ka Ka ~"

There was a crisp sound, and Elder Tongxuan just wanted to use his grudge to pick up the astrolabe, the ancient test tool suspended in mid-air, when he lost his support.

With a "slap", it fell on the stage and was smashed to pieces! Another gust of wind blew, and the astrolabe turned into flying ash, blowing past the girl's long black skirt.

Elder Tongxuan raised his head and looked at the smiling girl in black skirt in front of him. He was the one who managed the blood test. Of course he knew that Miss Moer hadn't contributed!

Although it is expected that Ms. Moer has a divine blood, but Ms. Moer obviously did not consume the slightest bit, and actually used the astrolabe...

The old man took a breath, "Gu Mo'er, divine bloodline! From the colorful pen of the Heavenly Emperor, seven..."

Halfway through speaking, Elder Tongxuan coughed twice again in embarrassment, and the astrolabe was smashed into powder. He thought he was at the coming-of-age ceremony of the clan.

Come to think of it, this is just a blood test before the baptism of the emperor's altar!

There is still a long time before the coming-of-age ceremony of the clan, and now that Miss Moer can blow up the astrolabe, when that time comes... what should I do?

The old man smiled awkwardly at Kuang San, who nodded at him, and then walked down from the other side.

The saints who were ten miles away, or standing in the air to observe, showed gratified smiles.

Among them, hanging above the high platform, was a middle-aged man in black armor with a back as thick as a mountain, with a stiff smile on his serious face.

Above the eyebrows, the seven-colored family pattern faintly appeared for a moment.

Only when the surrounding saints saw this scene did they dare to come forward to say hello.

This one is the second strongest member of the ancient clan, the Eight-Star Fighting Saint Heiyu Wang Gulie!

Ordinary half-saints, one-star Dousheng, etc., can't hold up to his move at all! You will be beaten to pieces, and your soul will be broken!

This kind of person, even if the family holds a grand ceremony, they don't ask the slightest question, and now they come to watch the quiz of the direct line before the baptism of the emperor's altar! It really surprised them.

Although they have Miss Mo'er's god-grade blood, they did not expect to alarm this... Recalling that King Heiyu was once entrusted by Miss Mo'er to go to the Yan Clan alone... It should have been a long time ago They were not affected by cold and heat, and they couldn't help but send a chill down their backs.

King Heiyu......Is this to publicly support Miss Mo'er?

The several saints looked at each other and smiled. They had heard that the elders' house did not want Miss Mo'er to control the Black Army, and they were even suspected of making things difficult in the middle.

With Miss Mo'er's temperament, after the baptism of the imperial altar, there will obviously be another good show to watch!

Some four- and five-star fighting saints who have been retreating all the year round,

Once they come out of cultivation, it will be a pain in the ass to be idle.

Management line? They are all under the control of high-ranking venerables, and it is not easy for them to intervene. Therefore, going to meet friends, traveling around the mainland, and having some fun became their pleasure after leaving customs.

As for the next retreat? Let's put it after the coming-of-age ceremony of the clan. For Dou Sheng first-class, in terms of time, if it is not used for cultivation, it is not too short.

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The news inevitably got out, but it was only spread among the direct descendants, and some Dou Zun changed their words in private, calling Miss Mo'er the young master.

The next day, the baptism of the imperial altar officially began.

Those subordinate forces of the Eastern Region who had visited this place yesterday couldn't wait to go to the Emperor's Altar early in the morning.

There are no complex lines depicted on the ancient imperial altar, but the dark red imperial altar still gives people a sense of oppression.

Started by a number of high-ranking Dou Zun, a gigantic monster similar to the pyramid of the earth hangs slightly above the altar of the emperor.

Even the Tianjiao of the Eastern Territory, who was born in a fantasy world, was shocked when he saw this scene.

There is no spire in the entire tower-shaped building, and the top is a two-foot-long and wide platform. A snow-white futon is quietly placed on it, and a pure energy lingers above the futon. You can tell that it is expensive just by looking at the shape.

There are nearly a hundred of this kind of futons, which are distributed in the top ten floors of the "Pyramid".

In the ancient world, the sun, simulated by the saint, breaks dawn in the sky.

The few kilometers around the Emperor's Altar were filled with people from the subordinate forces of the Eastern Region.

The soldiers of the Black Annihilation Army blocked the surroundings of the Emperor's Altar, holding black heavy guns, and stood meticulously on the spot.

An old man who grabbed the frontmost position grabbed the granddaughter who was jumping beside him.

"Don't move!"

The girl was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and she stuck her tongue out at her grandfather in dissatisfaction.

"Remember!" The old man said seriously, "You are on the 178th floor, number 66!"

"I know, I know!" The girl rolled her eyes and repeated, "One hundred and seventy-eight, sixty-six!"

The old man's face softened slightly, "This is the quota that the ancestor managed to get. If you meet people from the ancient clan, you must let them pass first. This is not in Tianyuan City, so you can't play with your savage temper!"

Nearly a hundred miles around the Ditan, it is a no-fly area, unless there is a document approved by the elders' house, you can fly past.

However, the flight path must not pass over the sky of the Emperor's Altar!

Gu Qingyang came from a distance with Gu Hua and a group of black soldiers smiling.

With Heiyan soldiers on the side, those subordinate forces in the Eastern Region gave way one after another.

Walking to the front, two Heiyu soldiers guarding the place quickly knelt down on one knee, "I have seen the three capitals, the four capitals!"

Gu Qingyang waved lightly, and helped the two of them up, "Has Miss Mo'er gone in?"

"Back to Sandu Tong, the Erdu Tong has not yet...has come..."

The astonished expression of the black soldier in front of him was reflected in his pupils. Gu Qingyang looked back and saw a white jade flying boat with beautiful lines flying towards this side.