Chapter 1013 Manners

Fu Zhihong looked around at the clan members.

The murmurs of the crowd were almost inaudible.

He coughed lightly.

He opened his mouth and said:

"People, the battle of Million Mountains is about to begin."

"At that time, without exception, most of the monks in the clan will be sent to the front line. Considering the safety of the clansmen left behind in the Hongling Mountains, our Council of Elders unanimously decided to rebuild the Star Temple."

"I believe."

"The Star God will definitely favor our Fu family again."

"With the protection of the Star God, we monks on the front line can fight the enemy with peace of mind, and the tribesmen left behind can also be safe and sound. In this way, when the summoning ceremony starts later, I hope everyone can pray devoutly in their hearts and let the Star God sense Thank you for our sincerity!"

Fu Zhihong’s speech.

Specially used the technique of charm.

The originally sincere tribesmen were incited to become even more pious.

When Fu Nuolan came out with the saint in one hand, his emotions immediately rose to the highest point. They all knelt down and worshiped on the ground, chanting "the saint will live forever". Fu Nuolan walked step by step under the Baizhang Guitar amid the cheers of the crowd.

She has not yet entered the Qi refining stage.

The Baizhang altar cannot be climbed at all.

Fu Zhihong, who had already landed from the air, wanted to step forward to help, but Fu Nuolan smiled and refused. His eyes were slightly closed, and then starlight flashed on the saint girl she was holding in her right hand, and the starlight circled around Fu Nuolan, Then it turned into a cloud. After Fu Nuolan stepped on it, the starlight cloud immediately started to move. It seemed to be slow, but in fact it was a hundred feet away. In less than ten breaths, it reached the top of the altar.

When Fu Nuolan walked from the starlight clouds to the altar.

He stumbled on his feet.

Fu Siyuan, who was paying close attention below, was startled. If the 100-foot-high altar fell, it would definitely turn into minced meat. Fu Siyuan wanted to go under the altar to guard him in case of any accident, but was stopped by Fu Zhihong:

"Don't worry, Luan Lan will be fine."

Finished.

But he saw that Fu Nuolan had slowly sat down on the altar, and the saint was placed on the side of the altar. Then waves of obscure and incomprehensible spells came from the altar.

A whirlwind.

It blew up from under the altar.

It spirals continuously around the Baizhang altar.

"Roar!"

The Nightshade beast that was locked in the formation began to become restless and desperately tried to break free. At the same time, a misty starlight lit up on Fu Nuolan's body. The starlight spread all the way to the bottom of the 100-foot-long starlight tree. It was divided into thirty-six pieces. The thirty-six silver chains locking the nightshade beast "clanged" and stretched straight. Tightening it, Nightshade Beast's blood trickled down from its neck, and the thirty-six silver ropes were instantly dyed bright red.

"Roar!!"

Nightshademon struggled desperately.

But.

Less than three breaths.

The essence, blood, skin and flesh on the body were instantly drained, and turned into a pile of ashes blown away by the wind.

"boom!!"

A tornado that was a hundred times stronger than before was born from under the altar, swept up, and surrounded the hundred-foot-high altar. Countless stars were reflected in the tornado.

"Boom!"

The ground collapsed.

An abyss with a diameter of several hundred meters and a depth of thousands of feet was instantly born.

In the abyss.

I seemed to hear Fu Nuolan chanting a curse.

But take a closer look.

Fu Nuolan was clearly still sitting cross-legged on the high altar.

Everyone held their breath.

suddenly.

The bottom of the thousand-foot abyss lit up, and a faint divine light slowly rose. Seeing this, the people who were kneeling on the ground burst into tears of excitement!