Chapter 1686 Lantern Lighting Ceremony

The witch of Hou Tu Village turned around, his figure slightly floating in the air, and glanced at everyone in the ancestral temple, and said: "Welcome to my Hou Tu Village! Welcome to the rare Lantern Lighting Ceremony of my Hou Tu Village! As everyone knows, my Hou Tu Village has not held a Lantern Lighting Ceremony for tens of thousands of years! If we follow the ancestral precepts, none of the Ji Man of my Hou Tu Village can be called Ji Man! Mengshan is the sacred mountain of my twelve great gods, and it is also the place where the descendants of us great gods reproduce and live. For thousands of years, countless winds and rains have washed Mengshan, and we have stood on the top of Mengshan, never retreating at all! In order to continue the bloodline of the twelve great gods, we can't help but breathe, panic, and lose confidence! However, after all, we are the descendants of the great gods, and we can't be equated with ordinary people. , the hand of the great god has always been entrusted to us! There is no Lantern Lighting Ceremony, but the Lantern Lighting Ceremony in our hearts is always there! Although Ji Man of my Hou Tu Village is not legitimate, she is still legitimate in the hands of the great god! "

"Now, under the will of the great god Hou Tu, in the hands of the great god, the soul-falling lamp of my Hou Tu Village has been repaired. From now on, all Ji Man can hold the Lantern Lighting Ceremony again when it is determined! Ji Man of my Hou Tu Village can legitimately execute the will of the great god Hou Tu again!"

As the voice of the old witch fell, the whole ancestral temple was boiling. Not only the old witch of the Wu Village belonging to Hou Tu Village shouted inexplicable witch language, but also the old witch of the Wu Village belonging to Shebi Village was crazy. Everyone was chanting the grace of the twelve great gods.

Looking at the boiling scene, the young old witch of Hou Tu Village fell from the air, chanting inexplicable witch language, and his body was dancing slowly.

The eleven witches behind the Wu Lao of Hou Tu Village did not dare to neglect it. They had serious and yearning faces, chanted the same words, and danced with the movements of the Wu Lao of Hou Tu Village in front of them.

The twelve witches moved, and the other witches did not dare to wait, and the cheers died down immediately. The same witch language was chanted at the same time.

The same voice was heard in the entire ancestral temple, revealing an extreme solemnity and extreme piety!

And as this strange witch language was born, a wisp of dark green light mixed with a trace of almost inaudible golden light appeared in the air, converging on the huge statue of the god in front, and even some dark green light gathered from outside the ancestral temple. Obviously, outside the ancestral temple, all the soul warriors and natives of Hou Tu Temple were worshiping at the same time!

This light seemed like a stream at first, but after a meal, it was like a tide, filling the entire ancestral temple and completely covering the statue of the god!

"Thread~ the power of faith?" Xiao Hua saw the faint green light and the faint golden thread, and he began to guess.

Previously, the words of the Wu Lao of Hou Tu Village were all witch language. Xiao Hua and others could not hear clearly. Xiao Hua wanted Xiao Mao to explain, but seeing that Xiao Mao also had extreme longing on his face like other witches, Xiao Hua swallowed the words back. However, although Xiao Hua did not understand what the Wu Lao of Hou Tu Village said,

but from the expression of the Wu Lao of Hou Tu Village and the reactions of the surrounding witches, he could roughly guess what.

As time went by. The light became more and more, like substance, but the golden threads in the light became less and less, almost invisible.

"Gugujiji!" Suddenly, the Wu Lao of Hou Tu Village made a hysterical roar, and suddenly jumped up from the ground, and then the voice in his mouth changed greatly, extremely high-pitched. The dancing figure in the air was also crazy.

However, the witch language praising the whole hall still maintained the previous rhythm, neither fast nor slow.

As the Wu Lao of Hou Tu Village danced, a layer of blood light appeared around him, and this blood light emerged from his body, just like the true blood Dharma body of a disciple of a cultivation family, gradually condensing into an image of Hou Tu God in mid-air! This Dharma body is so clear. It seems that even the hairs on the body of the God can be seen! Moreover, that kind of majesty and supreme momentum gradually emerged from the Dharma body.

"Ah~" The Dharma body suddenly swung the snake tail and raised its head to make a heart-shaking roar. Where this sound fell. A low voice was born immediately, and in front of the statue of the god Hou Tu, dozens of jade skeletons appeared. Among the skeletons arranged in a circle, Ziming and Ji Man, who were dressed in gorgeous clothes, also showed up.

At this time, Ziming knelt on the ground, holding his hands in front of his eyes with great piety. In his hands, which were like blooming lilies, he held the Soul-Falling Lamp.

Ji Man of Hou Tu Village did not kneel down, but stood beside with a slightly bent waist. However, Ji Man also raised both hands, and a small bone staff was held in her right hand!

Xiao Hua, Li Zongbao and Fairy Hongxia stood at the end, with a hint of surprise on their faces, looking at everything in front of them. In the ancestral temple, all the people were dancing. Many of these witches had black skin and their clothes were weird. If they used the phrase "a group of demons dancing wildly", it would be more appropriate. Looking at Xiao Mao again, he seemed to be dancing without a teacher, and there was also some faint green light from his eyebrows, which merged into the torrent of the ancestral temple.

"Gaga gaga~" The flying figure of the witch of Hou Tu Village suddenly stopped, and the sound in his mouth increased again. The Dharma body slowly flew towards the statue of the god with the green flow that seemed to be the same as the substance. Seeing that two very similar images were approaching, the figure of the witch of Hou Tu Village fell to the ground like a meteorite, and prostrated himself, deeply prostrating in front of the statue of the god!

At the same time, all the old witches stopped dancing and fell down at the same time.

"Boom~" A faint roar sounded, and the Wu Lao of Hou Tu Village rushed into the statue of Hou Tu God! The statue of the god instantly emitted an extremely bright green light, and a faint black gas came out from the seven hands behind the statue of the god!

Once the green light and black gas appeared, the green light in the ancestral temple mixed with faint golden threads swarmed into the statue of the god, and the whole statue made a strange sound, which was almost exactly the same as the witch language recited by the Wu Lao of Hou Tu Village.

"Woo woo woo woo~" When the green light in the ancestral temple completely disappeared, a sharp sound like a ghost's cry came out from the statue of the god, and a feeling comparable to a huge stone pressing down on the top of the head instantly came out from the statue of the god! Xiao Hua, Li Zongbao and Hongxia Fairy, who were standing and watching everything in the ancestral temple quietly before, had no resistance at all in the face of this heavy pressure, and were overturned to the ground and pressed down!

"This..." Xiao Hua was horrified, and the golden light flashed around him. Unfortunately, no matter the magic power or the strength, it was simply not comparable to this seemingly supreme pressure!

Looking at the statue of the god again, the Dharma body of Wu Lao in Hou Tu Village, who had rushed into it, was now squeezed out and returned to Wu Lao's body in a very embarrassed manner! Even, with the appearance of Wu Lao's Dharma body, a cold, wild, and ruthless breath appeared in the statue of the god. As soon as this breath was released, it immediately filled the entire ancestral temple, and it was like a vast sea of ​​smoke that completely enveloped the back mountain and the entire Hou Tu Village.

"Ah" What was strange was that Ziming and Ji Man were suppressed by the heavy pressure, and the soul-falling lamp in Ziming's hand flew up again. The terrifying breath rushed through the soul-falling lamp, and the three-headed black dog in the soul treasure immediately appeared, and even opened its mouth to roar.

"Ga...Ga...Ji..." Just as Xiao Hua raised his head with difficulty, the statue of the god, which was originally a dead object, suddenly uttered obscure, difficult to understand, and unfamiliar syllables, which seemed to be green seal characters but also seemed not to be green seal characters. As the syllables were uttered, the three-headed strange dog immediately emitted a strong green light, and a kind of heart-shaking fluctuation came from the sound of the soul-falling lamp.

"Puff" It was at this moment that Ziming, who fell to the ground, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which really fell into the air! The blood instantly turned into a phantom of the image of the great god Hou Tu. When the three-headed strange dog saw this phantom, it let out another "Ao", and one of the beast heads opened slightly, and the phantom was thrown into it like a stream of light!

"Swish!" With the shadow thrown in, countless ghosts and wolves howled from the surrounding void, and countless streamers and shadows rushed into the ancestral temple from all directions. All the fire in the entire Hou Tu village disappeared at this moment. Suddenly, a little emerald flame was born from the head of the strange dog. As soon as the flame was born, it immediately illuminated the entire ancestral temple. Xiao Hua's eyes closed involuntarily. Even so, the emerald flame still penetrated Xiao Hua's mind, and even into his soul. Waves of horror jumped with the beating of the flame, as if the flame could penetrate the whole world and illuminate everyone's soul.

"Si~" Xiao Hua took a breath, "This soul treasure... is too powerful, right?"

As soon as Xiao Hua had this thought, the flame was immediately restrained, and the shadow of the three-headed strange dog was also thrown into the soul-falling lamp. The entire ancestral temple fell into an inexplicable darkness. Only the light in the soul-falling lamp was as bright as a bean, reflecting in everyone's eyes.

"He..." Another sound like an old man's panting came from the darkness. Xiao Hua suddenly felt his body lighten, and the frightening breath disappeared like a torrent.

"Wow wow wow... Yiyiwu..." Xiao Hua just wanted to stand up, countless witch words came out from the ancestral temple, and green light appeared in the ancestral temple again. In front of Xiao Hua, the hundreds of thousands of witches were dancing again with tears, and the atmosphere was even crazier than before.

Xiao Hua slowly stood up in this jubilation, with great confusion in his heart, and his eyes also flashed with fear as he looked at the statue of the god in the green light! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to read.)