Chapter 259 How Can You Tolerate Slight Insults?

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The platform for offering sacrifices to the sky is on the right side of the Chongzheng Hall. Beyond the high cliff standing thousands of feet high, there is a huge boulder protruding out of the cliff until it is forty feet away.

And this platform for offering sacrifices to the sky was built on top of this boulder. It is also the top of Qiantian Peak, the real highest place, the so-called land that connects to the sky.

Zong Shou laughed, and was about to order people to search for it on the stone platform. But just as he opened his mouth, he stopped again.

If you don't come to the scene personally and take yourself as your own, how can you induce these people to take risks? The legendary psychedelic mirror is incomparably miraculous, if people are sent to search for it, most of them will only scare the snake away and scare them away.

Although he didn't pay much attention to that Zongshi, it was not big or small, but it was also a future trouble. Being able to cut grass and roots can save countless troubles.

At the moment it was a slight smile, and dozens of priests waited for a routine inspection and cleaning on the stage to remove those sneaky and evil things. He just walked forward, holding the sacrificial oration he had written long ago, and under everyone's attention, followed an old priest who was about 60 years old and dressed in the most distinguished clothes, and walked up the stage together.

This priest is said to be an old minister of Zong Weiran, named Zong Ling. Born in a branch of the clan family, since Qian Tianshan was founded, he has presided over the memorial service in the city. He is very respected and respectful. Anyone who makes this person unhappy will scold him regardless of the occasion or status.

Therefore, Zong Shou did not dare to be disrespectful at all, and followed suit, walking behind.

Zong Lanhu and the others from the Central Plains followed closely behind. But when he reached the last nine steps, he stopped.

Zong Yuan hesitated slightly, showing a look of worry. After contemplating for a while, his expression was silent, and he didn't care about the sight of those who were about to kill people below, but he stepped forward brazenly, followed the old priest and Zongshou, and boarded the sacrificial platform.

After twenty feet, Zongshou stood in the middle of the stone platform in a blink of an eye, and an incense table had already been placed here.

First burn incense, bow down and worship three times, and then read the sacrificial text. Zong Shou opened the scroll and glanced at it, and the corners of Chun's eyes twitched slightly.

I don't know who wrote it, it is eloquent and has nearly 20,000 words. The rhetoric is so gorgeous, and the six mouths of Parallel Chili are extremely neat. But I don't know how long it will take to read this sacrificial text.

Amidst the exclamation of everyone, he directly threw it aside. Then he bowed to the sky from afar: "Heaven is in Shanggan Tianshan, the eldest son Zongshou, and today he succeeds the position of Qiantian city lord, please God bless and protect me Qiantian! If Zongshou is not talented, I will definitely make my cities, the country safe and peaceful, and my sons and daughters under my command." People can have a place to live. They can drink and eat meat every day."

The people below were a little dissatisfied, but when they heard these words, they all raised their brows and shouted in unison, "Okay, word."

Their monster clan doesn't have so many rules, and they can't bear the cumbersome articles written by literati and scholars.

On the contrary, Zong Shou's simple prayer, though plain and rude, was more to their liking.

Only the priest who presided over the ceremony stared fiercely at Zong Shou with angry eyes that were about to protrude.

Fortunately, I also know that the time is wrong at this moment, so it is not easy to interrupt. Still silent, did not speak, only stared angrily.

Zong Shou didn't care about it at all, his expression was solemn and solemn, and although the words he uttered were slightly vulgar, they were extremely devout.

Everything has a spirit, although there is no "god" in this world, it must not be disrespected.

"I want to make the tribes prosper, and I want my mountain city to prosper. May the heavens bless me, and make me dry Tianshan with good weather and abundant grains. All the people will be able to reproduce and have more fat sons."

There was another applause from below, the weather was good and the crops were plentiful. Anyway, they didn't rely on this for food, and most of them lived by hunting and killing beasts.

But this matter of blood inheritance is the common wish of everyone. Everyone in the Yao clan is powerful, even if they are children, they can have good martial arts. But only this fertility is far lower than that of the human race. There have been many battles over the years, and there have been many casualties. It can be regarded as the heart disease of everyone in Qiantian Mountain.

The beard and white hair of the great priest almost stood on end. It's really vulgar, it's too vulgar, how can it be heard by the heavens?

But he also closed his eyes, with a serious expression, and sincerely prayed in his heart.

After the sacrificial offering, there is wine offering. Zong Shou was picking up the wine glass, when he heard a cold smile next to his ear, and said clearly: "It's a pity, your words of offering sacrifices to heaven are really good, and it suits my Zong Shi's appetite. It's a pity, today's sky, But it can't protect you!"

Zong Shou subconsciously raised his brows, and his heart finally came. Just now he thought that these people really gave up completely. The old sacrificial priest himself is also a spiritual teacher in the Sun Returning Realm, and he heard the same thing on the stage at the moment.

Immediately, his eyes were full of anger, and he scanned the surroundings: "Who dares to pretend to be a ghost in front of my Zong Ling? Dare to destroy the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the sky in Tianshan City, you are so brave!". )

At the fingertips was a fiery red talisman, which was thrown towards the source of the voice. Immediately, red flames gushed out, covering a radius of several feet.

But before it exploded, a finger like white jade pierced through the void and touched the center of the flame. It was the endless power of ice cold that extinguished the red flame alive and then spread it around. The dozens of nearby areas are covered with a layer of frost.

And the ground under the finger was even more frozen.

The ice fog filled the air, and two figures appeared behind. One of them is Zong Shi, but the other is the owner of that finger.

It also has a face that looks like a jade carving, at about twenty years old, so handsome that it is almost monstrous. In his hand is a shining ancient bronze mirror, revealing the power of illusion.

After showing up, he smiled at Zong Shou: "Yue Moyan of the Eight-tailed Yuki family, I have met the prince!" His expression was gentle, and his smile was extremely bright.

Everyone in the audience, when the voice sounded, they already felt that something was wrong.

At this moment, when he saw Zong Shi and Zong Moyan, they both appeared. Immediately there was a burst of commotion, Hu Qianqiu and the others changed their countenances, roaring and rushing to the stage.

Zong Lan was the closest, with nine steps, he had already crossed them with just one step. But before he could go up to the rooftop, he heard a loud laugh: "Back me back! It's not so easy to go up!"

It was actually a zhangba halberd, slashed straight down from above. Zong Lan's complexion changed, and the Mo knife in his hand was also lit up. But regardless of himself, he slashed out.

He only wanted to get to Zong Shou as soon as possible, even if he died with the enemy, he would not be afraid of anything!

The owner of the voice said, "Hey, the halberd shadow changed, and he slammed the Mo Dao hard to resist.

Zong Lan immediately felt groggy and wanted to vomit, only to feel an irresistible force coming, and his figure could not help but fell to the stage.

Looking up, I saw that it was Li Huji Chang. It was the one with a smile in his eyes, looking down. The same figure was receded by the shock force, but there was a bit of complacency on his face.

Hu Zhongyuan and Li Luo on both sides were also blocked by the two Xuanwu masters on the stage, unable to climb onto the stage.

After Hu Qianqiu arrived, he saw a figure of another person jumping five feet above the altar.

Flying swords the size of willow leaves were suddenly scattered on the stage, forty-eight in total, swirling and cutting like a storm.

"Mist leaves? Dao Mingzong, Feiye Sword Formation, you are actually a direct disciple of Dao Mingzong!"

Hu Qianqiu suddenly raised his head and looked at the figure in the sky. I saw a Taoist in green shirt, looking down with a little smile, his head slightly lowered, as if to admit his identity.

Hu Qianqiu was enraged immediately, and Huba Dao suddenly swung out, charging hard. Sweep away all the flying swords in front of you. Just as he was about to rush in, he saw another Xuanwu master inside, holding a two-foot long spear, and stabbing him with one shot.

The gun is fierce, like a mad tiger. Hu Qianqiu sneered, and was about to kill the person in front of him with one blow.

There were several sword shadows at the side, attacking one after another from one side. Hu Qianqiu had no choice but to block the spear. People have no choice but to push back a few steps, not getting closer.

The same is true for all the people nearby, either being forced to retreat, or being temporarily trapped by the sword array.

The forty-eight flying leaf sword formations, together with Li Hujichang and several Xuanwu masters, are like an indestructible dam, keeping out many powerful people like Qiantian Mountain.

And at this moment on the high platform, Zong Ling also looked ashen. Several escorts were released around him, but he didn't dare to move a little bit.

Behind them were also two Yang-returning spirit masters, and an extremely dark aura enveloped them.

As for Zong Yuan's spear, he was pointing in front of him, and there was a faint gathering of thunder around him. Faintly guarding Zong Shou Zong Ling behind him.

Although a strong enemy is still waiting, Zong Yuan's expression is as usual, and Zong Shou's expression is also the same, carefully looking at Xue Moyan's precious mirror: "Is this the illusion of your Xue family? It is really wonderful. It is said that this thing, Or a remnant of a magic weapon?"

Xue Moyan was obviously a little surprised when he heard the words, and couldn't stand Zong Shou's burning eyes with greed, so he put away the mirror in his hand: "It's this mirror! I don't think the prince can recognize this thing" in his heart But secretly puzzled, Zong Shou's expression is too calm at the moment, it's strange.

Zong Ling also suddenly realized that it was this treasure. No wonder he didn't notice it when he cleaned up the altar of worship with the spiritual method.

Then he was also secretly surprised that his eldest son, until now, was still calm and composed. Only this mentality cultivation is not inferior to Zong Weiran.

Zong Shi didn't care about this, he took a few steps forward, looked at Zong Shou coldly, and said, "Is he proud of being kowtowed three times and worshiped by blood alliances to heaven? Do you think I, Zong Shi, have already lost?"

With Zong Shou's expression on his face, he shifted his gaze to Zong Shi with a half-smile. The little gold on the arm has already flowed into the scabbard of the Jiulin Sword silently under the cover of the big sleeve, and merged with the sword body.

The Yuan Yi sword that was integrated into the aura of Xu Huangdao also penetrated into the Jiulin sword.

From the corner of the eye, look around.

Including Wuye and Xue Moyan, both spiritual and martial arts practitioners, there are a total of five Yang-returning spiritual masters and seven Xuanwu masters!

This lineup, anywhere, is enough to kill him.

However, this place, this Qiantian Mountain, is his ancestral home field. How can it be insulted? (to be continued)! .