The fastest runner was Mo Wen.
"Haotian Temple!"
"Haotian!"
Mo Wen became more and more excited as he ran. After a hundred years, he came to Haotian Temple again!
The last time he came with his master, half of his brothers died before he reached the Haotian Temple.
That time, after the sacrifice, his master was selected by Haotian and ascended on the spot.
Those of them who were not selected by Haotian had to return the way they came, and more people died on the way back. He was lucky enough to survive because he was thrown out by his senior brother, but the senior brother who saved him was chopped into pieces by the ice sword energy...
The past was too painful to look back on, so Mo Wen shook his head and put the past aside, leaving only excitement and excitement: the master who was selected last time was the master of the sect. Now, he is the master of the sect, and the spot should be his.
Changsheng and Changsheng didn't know that at least one lucky person would be able to ascend during the Haotian Temple sacrificial ceremony. They thought they also had a chance, so they cheered excitedly and ran towards the mysterious and sacred temple full of hope.
Everyone took a short break and then set up the decorations.
The altar was set up and the sacrifices were laid out.
"Sacrifice should be grand, but today's scale..." Mo Wen glanced at Mu Chen strangely, secretly hating Mu Chen for being stingy and not preparing a few treasures for sacrifice.
In the past, before the fall, in which time did Haotian not sacrifice several carts of treasures?
Because Mu Chen, a descendant of Haotian, would need to be used in the sacrificial ceremony later, Mo Wen did not voice his complaint, but said worriedly: "It's so simple, I don't know if it will make our ancestors misunderstand that our filial piety is not pure. well……"
"Now that the world is declining, we can only slow down this old man." Mu Chen also sighed.
He wanted to get more treasures to sacrifice, but the things in the palace that were truly valuable to the upper world were all taken away by the tribesmen when they were taken to the upper world.
These were the ones he collected from other more declining sects and families during this period of time, taking advantage of Xiaoshenghu's fake power.
Wang Jingzhu clicked her tongue when she saw it, and thought to herself: Even if you send dozens of carts of things, they are also produced in the lower realm, can Haotian appreciate them? No, no, Haotian has been missing for more than 20,000 years. If Haotian could sense this kind of sacrificial ritual, the Haotian Palace in the heaven would not be in decline.
Thinking of this, Wang Jingzhu lost interest in the entire sacrificial ceremony.
To be honest, don't ask a bad old man shouting sacrificial prayers at the top of his lungs in front of the Haotian Temple. It is really hurtful to the eyes and ears.
Mu Chen led everyone to kneel down, get up, kneel down and worship again, get up again, kneel down again... Everyone was meticulous and very serious.
Even Xiao Sheng followed religiously. In Zhaoyang Continent, Xiaosheng is not qualified to participate in such important ceremonies.
Only Wang Jingzhu knelt down and scratched her skin, feeling extremely unbearable.
It is clear that Haotian is no longer here, so the sacrifice is lonely!
The ceremony went on for an hour, but there was still no intention of ending. The old man Mo Wen was "getting better and better". Not only did his voice become louder and louder, but he also danced and performed the sacrificial dance.
Wang Jingzhu couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and withdrew from the sacrificial team.
There are ruins all around, and apart from the occasional sword energy rising from the ruins and the fleeting silhouette of an ice beast, there is really nothing to see.
Wang Jingzhu did not set his sights on Haotian Temple.
It's really strange that this building can remain intact in such a harsh environment.
No, why don't they enter the temple to perform sacrifices? But in the square outside the temple.
Thinking that in Zhuixing City, everyone could only kowtow at the gate of Haotian Temple, Wang Jingzhu suddenly became curious: What is behind this solemn gate?
After glancing at everyone again and seeing that everyone was performing the sacrificial ceremony seriously and no one was paying attention to her, Wang Jingzhu dodged and touched the side of Haotian Temple.
She didn't dare touch the front door.
Because the sacrifice led by Mo Wen was conducted facing the main gate of Haotian Temple, if she walked to the gate, she would be exposed to everyone, and they would be able to sense her even if they were blind.
Wang Jingzhu walked around the side of the temple, thinking about touching the back door, or climbing over the wall and jumping out of the window... What was terrible was that she walked around the base of the temple wall, but couldn't find a window.
From the outside, it looked like it was the second courtyard with a wall. She looked around but couldn't find the wall.
After hesitating for a moment, Wang Jingzhu went to the room.
After climbing over the roof of the house in the backyard, Wang Jingzhu jumped into the yard.
boom!
Wang Jingzhu seemed to have jumped onto a trampoline and was thrown away.
A Frost looked happily at the person flying over, and opened its mouth to catch it, only to see the person spin around and fly up.
The ice beast roared and shot ice arrows at Wang Jingzhu.
Wang Jingzhu hurriedly jumped back to the roof of Haotian Temple.
The ice beast glanced at Haotian Temple, shrank its neck in fear, turned around and ran away.
Suddenly, a golden light fell from the sky.
Wang Jingzhu hurriedly turned her head to look and saw Mo Wen jumping into the golden light and being pulled away into the sky by the golden light.
Chang Sheng and Chang Sheng flew away, trying hard to squeeze into the golden light, but were not accepted by the golden light. They shouted anxiously: "Master - Master -"
Mo Wen was so excited that he burst into tears as the golden light slowly rose, so he couldn't care less about his apprentice.
Someone yelled "Haotian Haotian" crazily and rushed towards the golden light pillar, trying to squeeze into the golden light just like Chang Changsheng.
More and more people are joining the team chasing golden light.
Not long after, the golden light pillar was filled with people.
Wang Jingzhu's sharp eyes saw Xiaosheng among them, and she couldn't help but press her eyebrows. She didn't want to stop Xiaosheng, but she just felt extremely embarrassed.
She turned out from the side of Haotian Temple and saw Mu Chen alone in the square standing behind the altar.
After one more glance, her eyes widened.
The long altar was empty.
Wang Jingzhu ran a few steps and came to the altar, standing opposite Mu Chen. "Your Majesty Mu Chen, where are the sacrifices?" There are more than a dozen of them, all of which are good things at the sub-immortal level. There were several kinds that she wanted to ask Mu Chen to buy.
Mu Chen raised his chin and gestured to Wang Jingzhu to look at the sky.
There is only a golden light pillar connecting the sky and the earth, and the crazy monks inside and outside the light pillar.
"Haotian took it away?" Wang Jingzhu was surprised.
Mu Chen nodded, tears flashing in his eyes. "Master Mo Wen succeeded. We impressed Haotian. Haotian took away the sacrifices and gave us the light of guidance." It's just so sad that Haotian, as always, chose the successor disciples and gave up the descendants.
Wang Jingzhu shook her head: No! This is absolutely impossible!
She looked up at the sky: Who is it? Who is impersonating Haotian?
The golden light pillar was still there, and it was filled with people who struggled to squeeze in but couldn't get in. They were howling, begging, and calling Haotian.
In the beam of light, Mo Wen looked anxious, fearing that these bastards would disrupt his ascension, but he did not dare to say anything or move. I am afraid that if I move my fingers, I will destroy the balance of the guiding light.
The more Wang Jingzhu watched, the angrier she became. She turned over her hand and took out her spear, wishing she could smash the golden beam of light into pieces with one shot, but in the end she still recognized her master. The other party can cast the light of guidance, and it is either a god or a group of powerful immortals. Even the Immortal Emperor cannot support the guidance alone.
She can't afford to offend others.
