The Wu Lao of Houtu Village turned around, floated slightly in the air, looked at the ancestral temple, and said, "My elders Wu, welcome to my Houtu Village! Welcome to the rare Lantern Festival in Houtu Village! As we all know, my Houtu Village has not held a Lantern Festival for tens of thousands of years! If we follow the ancestral teachings, no Ji Man of my Houtu Village... can be called Ji Man! Mengshan is the sacred mountain of my twelve gods, and it is also the place where the descendants of our great gods reproduce and grow. For millions of years, I don't know how many

The wind and rain washed away Mengshan, and we stood on the top of Mengshan, and we never retreated at all! In order to continue the bloodline of the twelve great gods, we were inevitably breathing, panic, and lost confidence! However, after all, we are the descendants of the great gods, and it is not equivalent to ordinary people. The great god's hand has always been entrusted to us! Although there is no Lanting Ceremony, the Lanting Ceremony in our hearts is always there! Although Ji Man from my Houtu Village is not justified, she is still justified in the hands of the great gods!"

"Now, under the will of the Great God Houtu, in the hands of the great god, the soul-falling lamp of my Houtu Village has been repaired. From now on, all Ji Man can hold a lamp-burning ceremony when it is confirmed! Ji Man of my Houtu Village can legitimately implement the will of the Great God Houtu Village!"

As Mr. Wu finished speaking, the entire ancestral temple became excited. Not only did Wuzhai Wuzhai, who belonged to Houtu Village, shout inexplicable witch words, but Wuzhai Wuzhai, who belonged to Shebi Village, was also crazy. Everyone was reciting the grace of the twelve great gods.

Looking at the boiling scene, the young Wu Lao of Houtuzhai fell from the air, chanting an inexplicable witch language, and his body slowly danced.

The eleven old wizards behind Wu Lao Wu in Houtuzhai did not dare to be negligent. They had seriousness and longing on their faces, and their words were also speechless, and their bodies danced with the movements of Wu Lao Wu in Houtuzhai in front.

The twelve wizards moved, and the other wizards did not dare to wait, and the cheers immediately went out. The same wizards were recited in the same voice.

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

As this strange witch emerged, strands of faint green light mixed with a trace of inaudible golden light appeared in the air, gathering towards the huge statue of the god in front of him, and even some faint green light gathered from outside the ancestral temple. Obviously, all the soul sects and natives in Houtu Hall were worshiping at the same time!

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

"Silk~Is the power of faith?" Xiao Hua unconsciously guessed when he saw the faint green light and the faint golden silk.

Previously, what Mr. Wu said in Houtuzhai was all witchcraft. Xiao Hua and others could not hear clearly. Xiao Hua originally wanted Xiao Mao to say something, but seeing that Xiao Mao was also like other old witchcraft, Xiao Hua swallowed the words back. However, although Xiao Hua did not understand what Mr. Wu said in Houtuzhai, he could roughly guess what he could guess from the expression of Mr. Wu and the reactions of the surrounding old witchcraft.

As time goes by, the light has become more and more luster, just like the essence, but the golden threads in the light have become less and less and are almost invisible.

"Guguji!" Suddenly, the old Wu of Houtuzhai let out a hysterical roar and suddenly jumped up from the ground. Then the sound in his mouth changed drastically, extremely high-pitched. His body dancing in the air was also crazy.

However, the witches praised above the entire hall still maintained the previous rhythm, both fast and slow.

As the Wu Lao of Houtuzhai danced, a layer of blood light appeared all over his body, and the blood light floated out from his body again, just like the true blood Dharma body of a disciple of a cultivation family, gradually condensed into the image of a master Houtu in mid-air! This Dharma body is so clear. It seems that the hair on the master's body can be seen! Moreover, that majesty and supreme momentum gradually emerged from the Dharma body.

"Ao~" The Dharma body suddenly swung the snake's tail, and a roar that made people's heart tremble. The sound fell. A low voice immediately aroared, but in front of the god statue of the Great God Houtu, there were dozens of jastic skeletons appearing. Among the skeletons arranged in a circle, Ziming and Ji Man, dressed in costume, also showed their bodies.

At this time, Ziming knelt on the ground, holding his hands in front of him with great devout devotion. The hands that were like lilies blooming were holding the soul-falling lamp.

Ji Man from Houtuzhai did not kneel down, but stood beside her with her waist slightly bent. However, Ji Man was holding both hands, and a small bone stick was held on 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, everyone in the ancestral temple was dancing. Many of these witches had black skin and their clothes were also weird. It would be more appropriate to use the phrase "demons danced around". Look at Xiao Mao again, it seemed that he was dancing without a teacher, and some faint green light also emerged from his eyebrows and merged into the torrent of the ancestral temple.

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At the same time, all the Wu Lao stopped dancing and fell down at the same time.

"Boom~" A faint roar sounded, and the old Wu of Houtu Village rushed into the statue of the Great God of Houtu! The statue of the god instantly emitted an extremely dazzling green light, and a faint black aura was emitted from the seven hands behind the statue of the god!

Once the green light and black air appeared, the green lights in the ancestral temple rushed into the statue of the god like faint golden silk swarming. The whole statue made a strange sound, which was almost exactly the same as the witch sayings that the Tuzhai Wu Lao had recited before and after.

"Wuwuwuwuwuwu~" After the green light in the ancestral temple completely disappeared, a sharp and sharp sound like a ghost scream came out from the statue of the gods. A feeling that was as strong as a huge rock pressing down on the top of the gods instantly came out from the statue of the gods! Xiao Hua, Li Zongbao and Fairy Hongxia, who had stood there and took out quietly watching everything in the ancestral temple, had no resistance in the face of this heavy pressure, and was overturned to the ground and pressed tightly!

"This..." Xiao Hua was shocked, and the golden light flashed around him. Unfortunately, both magic power and energy could not compare with this seemingly supreme heavy pressure!

Looking at the statue of the god, the Dharma body of the Wu Lao who rushed into the Houtu Village was now squeezed out and returned to the Wu Lao's body in a very embarrassing manner! Even with the Dharma body of the Wu Lao Lao, a cold, wilderness, and ruthless aura appeared in the statue of the god. This aura had just been emitted, and immediately filled the entire ancestral temple, and it was like a vast sea of ​​smoke that completely enveloped the entire Houtu Village.

"Ao" What's strange is that Ziming and Ji Man were pressed tightly by heavy pressure, and the soul-falling lamp in Ziming's hand was flying up again. A terrifying aura rushed past the soul-falling lamp. The three black dogs in the soul treasure immediately appeared, and even opened their mouths and roared.

"Ga...ga...ji..." Just as Xiao Hua raised his head with difficulty, the statue of the god, which was a dead object, suddenly emitted obscure, difficult to understand, and uncommon syllables, which seemed to be green seal script but not green seal script. As the syllables were emitted, the three-headed monster dog immediately emitted a strong green light, and a trembling fluctuation that made people's hearts trembled from the sound of the falling soul lamp.

"Puff" It was also at this moment that Zi Ming, who had fallen to the ground, opened his mouth and spurted out his mouth, and it really fell into the air! The essence and blood instantly turned into a phantom of the image of a master of Houtu. When the three-headed monster dog saw this phantom, it sounded again, and one of the beasts opened its head slightly, and the phantom was thrown into it like a stream of light!

"Brush!" As the shadow was immersed, countless ghosts and wolves howls came out from the surrounding void, and countless streaming shadows rushed into the ancestral temple from all directions. All the firelights in the entire Houtu Village disappeared in this moment. Suddenly, a little green light came out from the head of the monster dog. The light flame immediately illuminated the entire ancestral temple as soon as it was born. Xiao Hua's eyes couldn't help but close. Even so, the green light still penetrated Xiao Hua's mind, and even his soul. A thrill of shock jumped with the beating of the light, as if the light could penetrate the whole world, and shone the souls of everyone.

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

Xiao Hua's thought just came out, and your light was immediately restrained, and the phantom of the three-headed monster dog was also thrown into the Soul-falling Lamp. The entire ancestral temple fell into an inexplicable darkness, and only the light in the Soul-falling Lamp was like beans, reflected in everyone's eyes.

"Lotus..." Another sound like an old man's breathing came from the darkness. Xiao Hua suddenly felt a lighter on his body, and the shocking aura disappeared like a rushing flow.

"Wow wow wow wow... Yiyiwu..." Xiao Hua just wanted to stand up, and countless wizards emerged from the ancestral temple again, and green lights appeared in the ancestral temple again. In front of Xiao Hua, the hundreds or thousands of wizards danced again with tears flowing, and the atmosphere was even more crazy than before.

Xiao Hua slowly stood up in this joy, feeling extremely puzzled, and his eyes were also flashing with fear and looking at the statue of the god in the green light!
Chapter completed!