On the top of the brownstone mountain, in the Holy Fire Temple.
Archbishop Sang Xian was discussing with a group of priests how to deal with the people at the foot of the mountain.
At first, Sangxian and the others had no intention of helping the people who moved to the foot of the mountain to build a city. After all, the Senluo Presbyterian Church had already attacked Brownstone Mountain twice.
It wasn't until the Shenhuo cultists who were placed in each tribe followed the people to the foot of the mountain that Sang Xian and the others believed the news of the spiritual beasts' invasion from the south.
Fortunately, their support was timely, and the city wall at the foot of the mountain was completed in time.
When the overwhelming beast tide arrived, the human race who was forced to gather in a corner became a community of destiny.
This made Sang Xian and others realize that they should unite with the people at the foot of the mountain.
After all, the supplies of the Shenhuo Sect actually come from those tribes.
But what troubles Sang Xian is that there are too many people!
If the previous population was a bonus, the current population is definitely a burden!
Because the people at the foot of the mountain were all trading partners of the Shenhuo Cult in the past, but now they are mixed together. How to develop production?
With so many people, how easy is it to fill their bellies?
So everyone was arguing all morning, without even a clue.
"It would be great if the Achao Divine Envoy was here!" Sang Xian bowed devoutly to the sky.
At this time a young priest said:
"Archbishop Sangxian, hasn't the Divine Envoy always taught us that we should be diligent in using our brains and brainstorming ideas?"
Sang Xian's lips twitched, and finally gave in.
Today's young people are becoming more and more thoughtful, and he doesn't want to dampen their enthusiasm.
The most important thing is that he really has no good solution.
So soon someone went to the foot of the mountain to invite some relatively high-status people, including leaders of various tribes and some elders from the Senluo Presbyterian Church.
"Everyone, everyone has seen the current situation! The Spirit Beast Clan has completely surrounded the Holy Mountain. If this continues, even if they don't attack us, we will starve to death here!"
Sang Xian, who was sitting in the main hall, asked the question straight to the point, and then let everyone present express their opinions.
"In my opinion, we can send all the high-level spirit speakers out to hunt! Anyway, these people can't take advantage of the forbidden spirit realm. It's better to go outside and try to solve the food problem!"
"Get out? How to get out? There is a circle of high-level combatants from the spirit beast tribe outside the Forbidden Spirit Realm. Who can get out?"
"Isn't it said that the Divine Fire God will appear? Why don't you try praying to him again? I heard that this forbidden spirit realm is the divine grace sent down by the Divine Fire God!"
"That's right! Since your Shenhuo Sect calls itself the Holy Religion, this mountain is also called the Holy Mountain. How can we not show our holiness at this time?"
Everyone was noisy and the expression on Sang Xian's face, who was sitting above him, became much heavier.
He founded the Shenhuo Sect, and he knows the truth and falsehoods better than anyone else.
He suddenly realized that listening to those young people "brainstorming" was a big mistake.
Most of the naysayers present were the elders of Senluo Presbyterian Church.
When they questioned the Shenhuo Sect, they actually wanted to find out the reality of the Shenhuo Sect.
Once they succeed, the authority of the Divine Fire Cult will be wiped out, and Brownstone Mountain will become their territory!
Thinking of this, Sang Xian sighed.
"Everyone must have faith! God of Fire and Fire will not abandon us! At this time, I hope that everyone can unite! Otherwise, the human race will be destroyed!"
The old man first took the moral high ground and deliberately made the problem very serious.
Everyone in the hall was speechless after hearing this.
Only one gray-level elder from the Presbyterian Church is still holding up the banner:
"Then you should tell us what we should do!"
Sang Xian: "Notify everyone that when the moon rises in the sky tonight, recite the [Shenhuo Sutra] to communicate with the gods!"
Everyone: "?"
For those who fled here, how did they know that the Shenhuo Cult still has this kind of magical operation?
In fact, even people who have lived in Brownstone Mountain for a long time have no idea what Sang Xian is talking about.
But that's what Sang Xian said.
Because the old man has no confidence in his heart.
The only trick he can use to deceive people now is the fire passing ceremony.
But I don’t know why, but the portal used for the fire transfer ceremony left behind by the Achao Divine Envoy last time sometimes doesn’t work.
This left Sang Xian helpless and had to use the lame excuse that some of the people attending the ceremony were not sincere enough.
But if such a small thing can be dealt with, how can a big thing be dealt with?
Although he knew this truth, Sang Xian still had no choice.
Even if you can't evade it, you have to evade it!
Because he is a magic stick!
As a result, the spirit beasts at the foot of Brownstone Mountain saw a scene that stunned them that night.
I saw everyone on Brownstone Mountain walking out of the building, and people were standing outside holding torches.
For a time, the brownstone mountain and the city wall at the foot of the mountain were all filled with dots of firelight.
Then people began to recite the "Shenhuo Sutra".
[Drink boiled water, eat cooked food, and burn with divine fire, and the pain will go away! 】
[Wash your hands frequently before and after meals, and keep away from other people where you defecate! 】
【………………】
At the beginning, people's voices were still very mixed.
But as time went by, the frequency of everyone's chanting began to become unified, forming a strange sound.
This sound hit the eardrums of the spirit beasts at the foot of the mountain as if it were something real, causing them to have an inexplicable palpitation for no reason.
…
But at this time, Jia Chao was studying a complex restriction in the Valley of Creation.
Above this restriction is the ancient tower, what people call the Tower of Creation.
But this tower has no door at this time!
Its lower two floors actually disappeared, leaving only the upper floors.
Only then did Jia Chao realize that this tower was actually made using some kind of holographic projection technology.
Just like the teleportation array projected by Jia Chao himself, the door entering the Creation Tower should also be a teleportation array.
What created this projection was the restriction that Jia Chao was studying.
Jia Chao, who understood rune engraving and was involved in teleportation circles, quickly discovered the problem.
It seems that somewhere in the confinement was damaged, causing the circuit in the confinement to malfunction.
But... this restriction is in the realm of forbidden spirits. What kind of existence can destroy this restriction?
Just when he was obsessed with studying the restriction, suddenly an indescribable thing fell from the sky.
He immediately looked up and saw a strange light falling on top of his head.
At this moment, a lot of strange aura suddenly surged out of his body.
At this moment, he seemed to feel that he had sublimated, and some strange chanting sounds sounded in his ears.
Involuntarily, Jia Chao turned his head and glanced south.
There was a ray of light rising into the sky, reaching straight into the sky.
