As soon as Li Guan saw that there were slightly auspicious clouds in the depths of the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, he exchanged glances with Yao Guang, and the silver-haired girl began to hold a ceremony to offer sacrifices to the sky. The other gods, witches, and priests only served as assistants.

Between the vastness of heaven and earth, the silver-haired girl prays.

This scene fell in the eyes of many nobles and soldiers from the Western Regions. Many of them were lucky enough to return to their fields and spread the story of the ancient king and the silver-haired goddess to every corner of the entire Western Region.

In all the scrolls drawn with pigments honed by stones, the one worshiping the sky is always the ethereal silver-haired woman who looks like a goddess. She is beautiful and dreamy, forming a thrilling contrast with the king who is wearing ink armor and whose face cannot be seen clearly.

During the sacrifice, the simple and melodious chanting accompanied by the white smoke of burning incense rose to the sky. The Khans and Kings of the Western Regions had to dance to entertain the gods. The entire Juxu Mountain was still simple, majestic and sacred.

In fact, when Li Guanyi presided over the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, many people in the Western Regions felt fearful surrender, admiration, and slight unwillingness. Their emotions were so complex that it was impossible to explain them clearly at once.

But at this moment, Li Guanyi raised his hand to stop the chanting of the sacrifices, strode to the front of the altar, and threw the wooden sign with the prayer to heaven into the bonfire. The flames burned fiercely. Li Guanyi did not follow the normal instructions.

process.

He raised his wine cup to the clouds in the sky and said loudly:

"The light shines brightly in heaven, illuminating all souls."

"As time goes by, ancient and modern times, folk customs are also different. Following the heaven has reached its peak, and the law is spread in all directions."

"Shang Xiang!"

The voice was slow and calm, and had its own rules. It was spread far away with the inner energy of the eighth heaven. Just when everyone in the Western Region felt that it had no meaning, suddenly there was a change, and above the sky, the clouds dispersed.

Layers of white clouds surged toward both sides like waves.

Nine-colored rays of light fell from the sky.

Just like the promise of the nine-color sacred deer, it covers a vast area. It is extremely gorgeous and beautiful. It completely matches the scene in the oldest epic legend in the Western Regions. The white clouds in the sky are dyed into gem-like colors.

Everyone was startled, dazed for a long time, and then shouted:

"??!!This is!"

"Divine light?"

"Who is it? Is the queen who sacrifices to heaven a manifestation of the gods?"

Everyone was shocked. Only the old high priest who was beaten to a bloody head by He Lianbo suddenly understood something. With a fanatical look on his face, he knelt down and said: "It's the Changsheng Heaven. The Changsheng Heaven has appeared. Changsheng."

Heaven has become holy!"

"Tiangeer is the immortal sky walking on the earth!"

"It is the arm of the gods in heaven."

"I came to this land with a mission to unify the world and the Western Regions."

The expressions on the faces of Dawan Khan, King Yuezhi, and others had some changes and solidification. It was impossible for them to believe this. However, the scene they saw in front of them was so majestic and majestic that people could not help but believe it.

Those ordinary Western Region warriors have long been sluggish.

Li Guanyi: “…………”

No, is it such a big deal?

Just looking at the ostentation, this is simply more impressive than the Ancient Crimson Dragon.

Li Guanyi suddenly wondered, is it that the ancient red dragon is unique in that it can fight?

People from all directions, whether they were the priests or the khans from various ministries, subconsciously lowered their heads. In this place, only Li Guanyi still stood upright, with his sleeves and robes rolled up.

He raised his head.

The clouds in the sky are like boiling water, constantly rolling, and the glow spreads, until the entire sky is gradually dyed into nine colors. It is brilliant, magnificent and beautiful, and flowers condensed with clouds fall from the sky.

Those soldiers who traced Li Guanyi's arrival here could still maintain their composure, but the soldiers from various tribes in the Western Regions were shocked by this turbulent and sacred scene. I don't know who started it. They were under this magnificent celestial phenomenon.

Kneel down and bow down.

They lowered their heads and sang ancient songs from the Western Regions.

The clouds dispersed, and the beautiful and huge nine-color sacred deer slowly walked out of the clouds. The antlers were elegant and exuded nine-color brilliance. This was the incarnation of the gods in the mythology of the Western Regions and the transformation of the Immortal Heaven.

This time, even the khans of the Dawan tribe and other tribes changed their expressions and knelt down in such a sacred and majestic atmosphere. Li Guanyi stood at the place of sacrifice and looked at the nine-color sacred deer.

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer looked at the kneeling kings and sensed the turbulent human destiny here. He was silent for a long time and asked in his heart:

"……what happened?"

Li Guanyi blinked and replied with a smile:

"I'm here to worship heaven myself."

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer was even more incredible: "They actually agreed?"

Li Guanyi replied: "They dare not refuse."

"How, in this [Juxu Mountain], accepting such a sacrifice in person, do you feel a little auspicious?"

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer was silent, looking at the kings who knelt down and was speechless for a moment. Li Guanyi threw the words of prayer into the fire. The appearance of the Nine-Colored Divine Deer succeeded in defeating these kings.

It left a huge mark in my heart.

The popularity and importance of the Nine-Colored Sacred Deer in the Western Regions are too high.

In this majestic mountain, the silver-haired girl held a ceremony to worship the sky in the style of stargazing. Her silver hair was flying, misty and distant. This ceremony to worship the sky was not to worship the Immortal Heaven of the Western Regions, but to worship the Heaven of the Central Plains.

After the sacrificial ceremony is over.

Li Guanyi personally rode a nine-color sacred deer, carrying weapons, and rose to a high place in full view of everyone. He set foot on the highest point of [Juxu Mountain]. On the highest peak of the holy mountain, which is known as the holy mountain in the Western Regions, there is a piece of

Big mountain rocks.

Li Guanyi thought that if it were General Xue, he would definitely want to shoot the stone up, but he had no such idea.

Li Guanyi raised the halberd in his hand and wrote words on the highest point of the holy mountain in the Western Region.

[In the spring of the thirteenth year of Tianqi, Li Guanyi from Jiangnan led his troops to attack here]

【Legging stones to record merit】

【Fengjuxu Mountain】

[When future generations come here, they can raise their glasses and drink together]

It is Xiaozhuan of the Central Plains, a kind of ancient writing.

Murong Qiushui had taught Li Guanyi's handwriting bit by bit since he was a child, and it ended up in this place. Li Guanyi took back his halberd, stretched out his hand to touch the words, and suddenly said to himself:

"My aunt's writing skills will stay here with me, and thousands of years later, people will still see them."

"With her character, she will definitely be happy, right?"

"You must think that Li Nu'er is the most powerful, and Li Nu'er loves my aunt the most..."

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer was surprised and raised his head. What he saw on the young commander's face was a feeling of nostalgia. At this time, he didn't look like a general who had just completed a great achievement, but more like a man who wanted to take credit from his relatives.

Show off kids.

Li Guan turned around and looked at the military situation under the holy mountain and the vast land of the Western Region. He could not help but be open-minded, but he was still calm and said to himself: "The lonely army goes deep, seals the mountain to worship the sky, and drinks horses in the snowy field."

"Which of the kings and princes of the Central Plains, in the past, present and future, is as here as I am?"

"Who, like us, goes deep alone?"

Offering sacrifices to the sky, cutting stones, beheading kings, and seizing cities, this series of actions is magnificent, and the appearance of the nine-color sacred deer is imposed on these actions, adding a lot of sense of divine destiny.

The folk customs of the Western Regions are cunning yet simple, fierce yet pious.

They can fight crazily for women, gold, and the position of Khan, regardless of the blood of their relatives, or they can crawl forward for the belief in the Immortal God.

Without such bravery and heroic achievements, the so-called auspiciousness is just a joke. But if there is unparalleled bravery with incredible achievements, kindness and cruelty, awe and auspiciousness, then it is the icing on the cake, and the fire is cooking the oil.

The momentum is so great that it is almost unstoppable.

Most people were impressed, and those who were sober and rational also had to consider whether they could block the glaring soldiers. When the smoke from the sacrifice to the sky gradually dissipated, the soldiers of the Western Regions here looked at Li Guanyi's cavalry.

Riding on the nine-colored sacred deer, it descended from the sky.

I was already in awe in my heart.

The high priest held the ancient wine altar, presented it to him respectfully, and said:

"This is the wine that has been prepared for three hundred years in Shatuo Kingdom for the ritual of offering sacrifices to heaven. This jar of wine was left behind by King Tuyuhun, the first overlord of our Western Regions, after he offered sacrifices to heaven three hundred years ago.

The ones below are extremely old.”

"This is wine dedicated to the gods. I present it to you today."

As soon as Li Guanyi opened the wine, it was indeed a very mellow wine. His eyes swept over the soldiers who followed him to fight along the way, as well as the surrendered soldiers from the Western Regions. Li Guanyi suddenly smiled and said:

"How can I enjoy such a fine wine alone?"

He clenched his fist, the unicorn fire rose up, and Li Guan blasted out one at a time.

A thin layer of ice on the river flowing next to the holy mountain was blown away by him in an instant. The river here was so fast that it could not be completely frozen. Once it was burned by the Qilin Fire, it immediately surged.

, the floating ice shattered layer upon layer.

Li Guanyi carried this extremely mellow wine, walked to the side of the river, poured all the jar of wine into the river, and said: "This wine is very mellow, it's a pity that I don't enjoy it alone."

"I invite you all to drink together!"
To be continued...