New Year's Eve, the day to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, is also the day of the Grand Ceremony of the Grain God.

The red-clothed priest who made the people of the city look forward to finally appeared, wearing a big red dragon and tiger pattern robe, a jade leaf crown, and a hideous golden mask on his face.

He held the reins in his hand and drove a bronze chariot with a double horse. A warrior in big red armor stood beside him, covering his face with a golden mask, carrying a silver bow, three golden arrows in the quiver, and a long rusty bronze spear with mottled marks.

Seventy-two soldiers wearing golden armor and holding golden swords in both hands surrounded the bronze chariots, forming a long-standing chariot array.

The major events of the country are sacrifices and wars.

The priest in red was not only the host of the sacrifice of gods, but also the ritual officer of the war and conquest. He was dressed in a luxurious and mysterious manner, carrying a strong legacy of ancient ancestors.

Wherever the bronze chariot passed, the people with awe-faced expression were kneeling like a mountain.

Surrounded by the guards, the chariots of powerful officials from all over the world respectfully followed the bronze chariot.

In a sense, the Valley Temple was a national protection sect recognized by the Great Zhou court. It has countless believers and extremely respected status.

What is interesting is that the valley temples in various parts of the Great Zhou are actually managed by local governments, rather than priests who do not have temples. For the affairs of temples in various places, the priests in red who occasionally go on tour can only take a quick look, not to mention the direct impact on local military and political affairs.

This undoubtedly ensured the supreme status of the emperor and greatly restricted the divine power.

Liu Tugou sat silently on a secluded wall, looking at the solemn and fanatical scene from afar, and countless thoughts turned to his mind.

Once upon a time, like those people who could not afford to rest, he never truly felt and thought with his own heart.

After a long time, the spiritual energy in the direction of the altar suddenly fluctuated violently, and its majesty and vastness made people look sideways. Even the mortal body who does not understand practice can see the gorgeous spiritual energy that is like the essence, like colorful rain in the sky, flowing light and watering the whole city.

There was only solemn etiquette and music in the city that was resounding without hearing the voices, but at this moment, a deafening cheer suddenly burst out.

Hundreds of thousands of creatures cried with joy and danced, praising the great grace of heaven and earth, praising the love of gods, and thanking the priests for their good deeds.

Liu Tugou smiled with compassion, gently stroked Tu Miebing's cold knife spine with his fingers, feeling unprecedented peace in his heart.

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Gods show their holy spirits, and all kinds of people look up to them.

The gorgeous spiritual energy rain is like the pure spring water gathered after the white snow melts on the mountain, flowing into every corner of the city.

Whether it is the auspicious beast on the eaves of the tall buildings and the red houses, the golden bells and bronze drums in the pagoda pavilions, or the narrow dog caves in the corners of civilian houses, or the snow mud and moss under the walls of the dark alleys, at this moment, no matter how high or low it is.

Liu Tugou, who was sitting on the remote wall, was also bathed in the flowing light, especially a ray of colorful aura flowed over him, floating over his head, crystal clear and lively, as if it were the essence.

He reached out and grabbed and grabbed, and the light ribbon immediately broke into two pieces.

Liu Tugou chuckled, like a playful child, catching and catching them again, stirring the ribbon into an empty aura, falling down gently like raindrops, and pouring Liu Tugou's face wet.

He subconsciously reached out and touched his face, but felt that his face was still fucked.

The Tu Mie Knife suddenly trembled and conveyed a vague emotion to Liu Tugou, as if he was extremely reluctant to be in the spiritual rain.

Liu Tugou was stunned, pondered slightly, and suddenly stretched out his palm, facing the sky, making an action of receiving rain.

A layer of dark blue glow appeared on his palm, as if he was wearing an old glove.

At the peak of Qi refining, the power is spread to form a gang.

Liu Tugou was once ecstatic after becoming a master, but he was soon awakened by Murong Chunxiao and realized the potential huge dangers in his practice.

The entry is too fast and the foundation is unstable.

The inability to use qi and energy to form a protective garment throughout the body is undoubtedly the most direct reflection of this huge hidden danger.

Now, being able to wrap your palms into a stable Glove of Gangqi is a huge improvement.

As soon as the qi came out, the originally peaceful and quiet divine aura suddenly felt like a stone thrown into the water, and dangerous ripples appeared.

The surrounding gods began to gather towards Liu Tugou, and the slowly falling spiritual rain suddenly fell to Liu Tugou's palm, which was stretched in the air.

A drop of spiritual rain fell into the palm and fell on the iron-green Qi.

Sizzle!

It was like a drop of boiling oil dripping into cold water, and we could no longer be at peace.

This drop of "boiling oil" was quickly deprived of heat by cold water and was dissipated, which seemed difficult to damage the "cold water".

However, "boiling oil" is not one drop, not two drops, but endless.

It was like a pan of oil was overturned, and the light rain suddenly became violent.

The iron-green energy was instantly eroded and full of holes, like the red on the branches, blown away by the rain and wind. The remaining spirit rain hit Liu Tugou's palm and blood and flesh flying.

Liu Tugou frowned, pulled back his palm, which had dissipated the energy, and wiped the dripping blood on Tu Mie Dao with his back hand.

Then, he slowly stretched out his other hand.

It is also a dark iron-green Qi, but if you look closely, you will see that this new glove has a dark red pattern like a palm pattern, and there is a faint light flowing along the pattern, emitting a strange beauty.

The divine aura that had just recovered from the loss of his goal was restless again, rushing towards Liu Tugou's palm like a moth to the fire.

Flames can burn moths to death, but with too many moths, it may not be impossible to extinguish the flames.

Before the divine energy could break through the much stronger qi, Liu Tugou grinned and jumped up from the wall. There was already a layer of iron-green garment on his body.

This layer of garments is mottled in color. It is actually a twisted aura. The style of the garments cannot be seen. Some places have a very thick fabric and a dark color, while others have only a thin layer, almost transparent.

Liu Tugou, who was leaping up in the air, was like a huge torch, and was instantly flooded by the rioting spirit energy.

Fortunately, the wall where he was located was very remote, far away from the main street and a long distance from the altar. The divine aura flowing over was already very thin, so he was not drowned immediately.

The shoddy braid on his body has troubled Liu Tugo for a long time. According to his estimate, he would not have been able to practice perfectly without several months of water grinding.

However, the sharp rise in realm after fighting with Pei Dongting, undoubtedly made the already bold Second Master taste the sweetness.

There is a great horror between life and death. Even if this person is seeking death by himself, this great horror is enough to squeeze out a person's full potential.

In this case, why not bring out spirit from tempering and seek enlightenment in life and death?

The body was wrapped in a divine spirit, and the yarn that Liu Tugou had squeezed all his spiritual energy to piece together was immediately washed away with a visible degree of naked eyes.

The first thing that disappeared was not the weak points that were almost broken with one stab. These obvious weaknesses were taken seriously by Liu Tugou, who consciously allocated and transported spiritual energy, and were always tough.

However, those parts that use solid materials quickly died, and they were exhausted, so poor that they had to be used as pants.

This divine spirit is like a skilled tailor. He cut a ball of spiritual fabric into a set of fit clothes in just a few strokes. Overall, it looks very similar to the one on the second master.

"Hahaha...split!"

He tried hard to remember the feeling of the distribution and flow of the qi at this time, and Liu Tugou, who was in the air, suddenly burst into laughter with pleasure.

He smiled wildly, but his movements were completely opposite. He suddenly shrank into a ball, and he used his arms, chest and abdomen to firmly protect his head and face.

At this moment, he took the initiative to dissipate all the energy in his body. A good energy garment was torn into countless strips of cloth woven by spiritual energy, and threw it into the burning rain like fire. In the blink of an eye, it was burned into nothingness, and even the ashes were not left behind.

The ordinary monks who are at the peak of Qi Refining will never dare to squander this. Is it easy to use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for themselves? It's too much of a loser.

However, I have to admit that the Second Master’s move was really decisive and wise. If he was a little late, he would probably not be the only one who turned into nothingness.

Even so, the new clothes that the second master had just put on his body were also torn into cloth strips, and blood flowed from his limbs and spine, like a bloody man, looking extremely miserable.

He stood up with grin and took a breath of coldness in pain.

Liu Tugou gently pressed his hand on his waist and slaughtered. The knife was always protected by the Gangqi without any injury.

The sword spirit is born, fragile and ignorant, especially the second master has shortcomings in protecting himself just now, and he cannot be distracted and tempered at all.

He gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, looked up at the entrance of the alley, then turned to face the depths of the narrow and dark alley, frowned and said, "Isn't this a dead end?"

"This is naturally a dead end, in other words, a dead end!"

A swordsman in brocade clothes appeared almost at the same time in front of Liu Tugou. He was not young, about twenty years old, and his clothes were valuable. His scabbard was inlaid with gold and jade. The handle of the knife was also rich and generous, which was very different from the image of the black-clothed masked person as Erye imagined.

He noticed that the two young swordsmen in brocade clothes had a long golden sword embroidered on their cuffs, and they were obviously fellow disciples.

Liu Tugou grinned and asked, "We have a grudge?"
Chapter completed!