"I didn't say he wanted his life, as long as his Nascent Soul dissipates, it will be done." Li Xunzhen did not turn his head, and his relaxed words seemed to be saying an irrelevant little thing.

However, the dissipation of the Nascent Soul is the biggest blow to an ancestor of the Nascent Soul. Not only does the magic power disappear, but even the life span will be shortened to about the same as that of ordinary people.

In this way, Mr. Xuanyu was completely useless. However, the ancestor Sanyang was not going to say anything else. It would be enough to save Mr. Xuanyu's life.

"Report to the ancestor, the prince leads all the lords of the Ministry of Rites to report to you about the sacrifices of the long river!" A Taoist boy in white walked in quickly and reported to the ancestor Sanyang respectfully.

Generally speaking, there is no need to worry about this kind of trivial matter at all, but this matter is extraordinary. The ancestor of Sanyang still ordered the Taoist boy: "Let them come in!"

An ordinary carriage that is no longer ordinary, is inconspicuous in the rolling traffic. In front of the carriage is a woman in her twenties wearing a plain dress.

However, when the roadsiders looked at the woman, they would find that they could not see the woman's face clearly.

Inside the body of the carriage was a young man, with a simple Taoist robe, which made the man look simpler and more unpretentious.

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"It seems that Senior Brother Sanyang and his friends have been working hard for this sacrifice to the long river. I think at least millions of people will watch it." The woman who was driving the train gently waved the willow branches that had just been folded and said with a smile.

The man sitting in the car smiled and said, "It's one hundred and fifty-two thousand three hundred and forty-eight people. No, there are twenty-five pregnant women here. In addition, one of them is pregnant with twins, so the number should be one hundred and fifty-two thousand three hundred and seventy-four."

The man's words made the woman roll her eyes, and she was just a gossip. You need to be so confident!

However, from her heart, she felt a little admiration for the man. If she had to use her spiritual sense to view this matter, it would not be as accurate as the man could see it.

"What you said is really accurate, but let's wait a moment, how should we show up?" The woman looked around for a few times, then said.

The man smiled and said, "Xunzhen, should you add a title when you talk to me?"

Speaking of the word "name", Li Xun's face turned red, but in the end, she still said softly: "You are right, godfather!"

Godfather, Li Xunzhen seemed to have used a lot of effort to use these two words, but Fang Ling, who was sitting in the car, burst into laughter when he heard Li Xunzhen's words.

He had no idea about Li Xunzhen, but he was just the first time in his life to be a godfather. And his goddaughter was still in front of him, so he just made two jokes.

The distance between the Changhe River and the capital is only ten miles away. On the way Fang Ling and his friends rushed to the Changhe River, countless people were watching the fun. Not only were the roads, but also the fields filled with the fields, and even some people stood in the fields.

In order to maintain the order of this sacrificial ceremony, the emperor of the Shang Dynasty dispatched tens of thousands of elite soldiers at once.

He himself came to the long river early, quietly waiting for the arrival of the sacrificial moment. Those who don’t know think that the emperor’s heart of sacrificing sacrifice to the long river is very pious. Only those ancestors of the Nascent Soul who know how to understand why the emperor came so early.

Not only did he come early, but hundreds of Nascent Soul Ancestors who came from all directions also came early.

But they sat one by one on the reed shed, silently speaking, and even some people with good relationships didn't speak.

At noon, the emperor, who was over 60 years old, respectfully knelt by the long river and read the tribute honestly.

This sacrificial text is very long and written in classical Chinese. For ordinary people, they simply don’t understand what their emperor is pronunciating.

What most people think about when they come here is to see what the monarch in their country looks like.

As the king's sacrificial text was halfway through reading, many people began to feel drowsy. After all, they could not understand something for half an hour, which was really boring for ordinary people.

"Wow!"

The originally calm water suddenly churned, and the huge waves rolled up dozens of feet high in an instant. This scene fell into the eyes of ordinary mortals, making many people widen their eyes.

"Look, it's a dragon!" the sharp-eyed man shouted loudly.

As he shouted, someone shouted loudly: "It's really a dragon. Oh, this is not the Dragon God who gave gold books to the five great saints back then!"

"Your Majesty is worthy of heaven and earth, sacrifices to the long river, and lets the divine dragon come out of the water. It is really a great blessing for our dynasty and a great blessing for all people!" Someone who is good at flattering and slapping horses even knelt on the ground and shouted loudly.

If it were normal, such words would have pleased the emperor, but now, the emperor wished he could pull the man who was beating him out and beheaded.

Although he is the emperor, in general, he is just a puppet held up by Xuanhuo Sect, and he has to listen to Xuanhuo Sect for big things.

Now, he vaguely knew that this sacrifice was something a big man pointed out to do. If someone suspected of taking over his horse and accidentally made the big man unhappy, maybe he would want Long Yubin Tian.

Although the emperor for decades is not short, he still wants to borrow another five hundred years from heaven!

But at this moment, he did not dare to rebuke those people, because there were too many people kneeling down, so he did not dare to speak indiscriminately.

At this moment, the golden dragon transformed by Long Heng had already flew out of the water, but the direction of Long Heng flying was not the emperor, but a road a hundred feet to the left of the emperor.

The road was already full of people, but the dragon flew out and all of them immediately gave in.

For a moment, a passage that was ten feet wide appeared in the sea of ​​people. At this moment, a dilapidated carriage slowly drove over from a distance.

The speed of the carriage seemed unfast, but in just a moment, the carriage had already arrived at the edge of the river. The giant dragon that was originally flying in the void knelt on the ground.

At this moment, many people saw clearly that there was a book shining with golden light on the back of the dragon.

"A dragon comes out of the long river and offers gold books, and there will be a saint in the world!" A Confucian scholar in his fifties shouted loudly when he saw this situation.

As the Confucian scholar said, many people knelt directly on the ground, but their eyes were staring at the carriage.

There was a young man on the carriage. After coming to the dragon, the man did not get out of the car, but leaned over and picked up the dragon-patterned golden book, and then said lightly: "I want to cross the long river, can I send me a ride?"

The giant dragon transformed by Long Heng was originally intended to send Fang Ling across the river. When he heard Fang Ling's words, it immediately turned into a long bridge that was thousands of feet long and straight to the sky.

Driven by Li Xunzhen, the carriage slowly stepped onto the long bridge and slowly drove towards the distance.

At the end of the long bridge is the clouds, so millions of ordinary people see the most worthy of boasting in their lives.

The saint took a car to cross the long river, and the dragon painted the bridge to reach the sky! Then the endless purple air in the void came eastward, covering the void three thousand feet.

"That is the True Lord of the Five Mountains, no, that is the Great Sage of the Five Mountains. Our Shang Realm finally welcomed the sixth Great Sage." The ancestor of the Nascent Soul shouted loudly!

This Nascent Soul Ancestor was full of strength, and for a moment his voice could be heard within a thousand miles of radius.

The reason why he shouted like this was naturally because Fang Ling had already arranged it.

With the shouts of the Nascent Soul Ancestor, the emperor who sacrificed the long river knelt on the ground in a regular manner. Under his leadership, except for those Nascent Soul Ancestors with special identities, everyone knelt on the ground and worshiped the sixth saint!

"The Five Mountains Saints are here, Little Minion Li A Chou, who is the only one who passes on the nine generations. Now, the incense is about to be cut off. Please be kind to the saint and give me a son."

A chubby middle-aged man kowtowed to the huge statue of the god while muttering: "The villain will never forget the mercy of the saint. As long as I give me a son, I will definitely donate money to you and then shape the golden body."

"Li A Chou, get out of here. This is the position of the Five Mountains Saints, so how can you kneel down and worship?"

The person who spoke was a skinny man. He smiled at Li A Chou and said, "What you asked for is even more of a dirty audio-visual experience of the Five Mountains Saints. You should get out of here."

"My family Rong'er is going to participate in the assessment of the recruitment of disciples in Qingjian Sect. I want to ask the Five Mountains Saints to bless my son to pass the assessment."

"Come on, hurry up and offer my offering!"

More than a dozen servants put them on the incense table with various sacrifices. The thin man reached out and wanted to pull Li Achoo down.

Li Achou was very angry and was about to speak when a young man in a black robe standing beside him said, "The Five Mountains Saint is approaching, who dares to do anything wrong? He will be killed immediately!"

The young man's words frightened Li A Chou and the thin man. After the two apologized to the young man in the chariot, they glanced fiercely, then turned around and left.

As for the noise between the two people, the crowd standing around waiting seemed to have not seen it.

They either kowtowed to the huge statue of God, prayed for their wishes to the statue, or muttered words...

The statues of the gods these people faced were a man full of majesty, with a robe carved with dragons and phoenixes, a Taoist crown full of jewelry, and a yellow dragon under his feet.

"I didn't expect that the statue of the Five Mountains Saint was carved into this by these ordinary and stupid women. It's really hateful!"

A young man standing at the door of the palace, looking at the huge statue of the god, said with a hint of dissatisfaction in his words.

The middle-aged Taoist standing beside him grabbed the young man's shoulder with his hand and said, "Don't talk nonsense, otherwise it will cause big trouble for the master."

"Senior brother, there are all ordinary people here, what big trouble will there be? What's more, what I'm talking about is the facts!" The young monk was not convinced of his senior brother's accusations. (To be continued...)

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