Instead, there are altars that are high or low.

Thousands of the charity scholars gathered here, sitting cross-legged around many altars without saying a word.

"arrive……"

When he walked here, Feng Wushuang couldn't help but pause and looked at the center where thousands of people gathered. There was an altar as high as nine feet tall.

It uses black iron as the frame and white jade as the surface. On it, many magic flags are like jade belts. Under a tulle gauze, a kind old woman holding a baby can be seen.

"grandmother!"

Under the altar, Feng Wushuang bowed and saluted, then found a clearing place to sit down. People behind him saluted one after another, and hurriedly sat down.

"The old mother's Dharma body descends to a thousand, and spreads all the Dharmas in the world!

One day, Pangu was born, and the world was clear and turbid.

The second day after Nuwa was born, and Linghui came to the world.

Only when one is born in three days can one have a source of sect.

Four days of death,..."

boom!

I don’t know who shouted loudly, and thousands of masters of the Liansheng Sect shouted together, “My mother’s seven-day creation scripture.”

The sound rolled into the sky, almost blowing away the heavy wind and snow.

"Old mother!"

"Old mother!"

"Old mother!"

...

The sound of worship and praise was like a tsunami, spreading from afar, which shocked many invited people outside the city.

Those who can receive the invitation here are at least the masters of the cultivation of the unity of man and nature.

In the sound of the mountains and tsunamis, they heard endless fanaticism and horror. In a trance, a huge statue of god seemed to appear before their eyes.

boom!

boom!

There seemed to be a thunderclap in the sky with heavy snow in the middle of winter.

The endless rich incense aura spread out, accompanied by the sound of praise that was like the tsunami of mountains and tsunamis.

Lu Qingting's heart trembled.

Behind him, the Seven Tribulation Sword was shaking violently, and through this ten thousand-forged divine weapon, his eyes burst into pieces.

In a trance, the wind and snow no longer exist.

The wilderness outside the city has become crowded with people, countless praises and worship sounds spread from the wind and snow, from the earth, from the void.

This is the incense and vow that Liansheng has been preaching for three thousand years, which is so strong that it is beyond anyone's imagination.

"This old witch..."

Yu Baimei's heart was beating wildly, and her long eyebrows were constantly stirring. The three hundred years of cultivation were shrouded in shadow at this moment.

The throbbing that had never been seen before surged in his heart.

A few dozen miles away, there was a white crane below and the Seven Tribulation Sword was on the side. He actually felt the terror between life and death!

"Amitabha!"

On another mountain, hundreds of monks fell to the ground and sat down, chanting the Buddha's name together, which was also moved.

"Such a strong incense power..."

Under the sound of Buddha's name, an old monk who was almost dead spoke hoarsely.

However, he is the contemporary great Zen master of Guangjue, Lanke Temple, and the only monk who has entered the martial saint on the surface of Buddhism.

At this moment, he bowed to the monks, with his face as if he was like jade and saluted to the red-toothed and white-toed little monk:

"Uncle Master, how good is this senior's meritoriousness?"

The little monk clasped his hands together, his robes moved in a dignified voice:

"The gods and Buddhas in the world!"

One stone stirs up a thousand waves!

In a year, the masters who received the invitation were not only Hangkongshan, Lanke Temple, but also far more than Yu Baimei, Guangjue and Huandan Zen Master.

Further away, Jiang Wuyang, Ning Wuqiu, Five Dragons... and even the reputation is not obvious. According to legend, many powerful people who have been shut down from the death gate have also appeared one after another.

Some cold, some frightened, some horrified, some serious eyes were all staring at Anyang City, or the huge statue of the god that was invisible to the naked eye,

And the kind old woman on the altar in the city.

"die!"

"die!"

"die!"

Further away, Chu Tianyi, who had traveled through mountains and rivers, sweated like slurry in this strong wind and snowy day, and was extremely frightened.

He never felt like he came here when he received the invitation.

But he came still.

Along the way, he had inspired the magical power of "Reverse Knowing the Future" for countless times, thinking about all the possibilities and all the retreat paths.

The final discovery made him extremely desperate.

No matter where he escapes or where he goes, the only result he will wait for him is death!

On the contrary, when you come here, you will have a trace of life and death...

Can……

"Where is the vitality? Where is it?"

Under the indescribable pressure, Chu Tianyi's seven orifices were bleeding, but he was still urging his magical powers again and again, trying to find out the glimmer of hope.

when!

when!

when!

It seemed like a moment, or half a day, under the attention of countless people, a bell rang in Anyang City.

The bell finally beat the praises like a tsunami.

The bell rang for eighteen times and stopped.

At this time, under the look of thousands of believers under the altar, the gauze on the altar faded away, and the old woman's voice suppressed all the noises between heaven and earth, echoing in the ears and hearts of everyone inside and outside the city.

"Since you are here, why don't you come in?"

A plain sentence seems to be more powerful than any sound wave power. Tens of miles outside the city, a master from the martial arts world was shocked.

He ran away without saying a word, but in just a few steps, he screamed and fell down on his back. A bloody hole suddenly appeared in the middle of his eyebrows!

It seemed like an arrow penetrated through the entrance between the eyebrows!

This is,

"Nailheaded arrows and curse!"

The plain and old voice echoes between heaven and earth:

"Zhang Xuanba, you died after being killed by seven arrows in his body. How many arrows should you get?"

quiet!

There was a dead silence inside and outside the city.

Under the altar, Feng Wushuang's face was pale. She swept her lightly, but saw the flag floating above the altar.

It is written with a person's name and birth date, and there is oneself...

"Is there no more junior who comes to the city to face the old man..."

There is regret and indifference in the voice.

However, there was no response.

The cold wind outside the city seemed to be suppressed, and there was no sound for a long time.

"snort!"

Yu Baimei couldn't help it. He was about to pull out the Seven Tribulation Sword behind Lu Qingting, and he heard the wind and thunder.

A square sky painting halberd fell from the sky with a long whistle:
Chapter completed!