The fastest one is Mo Wen.

"Haotian Temple!"

"Haotian!"

Mo Wen became more and more excited as he ran. After a hundred years, he came to Haotian Temple again!

Last time, he accompanied his master, and half of his brothers died before he walked to the Haotian Temple.

That time, after the sacrifice, his master was chosen by Haotian and ascended to the spot.

Those who were not selected by Haotian had to return the same route, and more died on the way back. He was thrown out by his senior brother and was lucky enough to survive, while the senior brother who saved him was chopped down by the Ice Sword Qi...

The past is unbearable to look back on, Mo Wen shook his head and put aside the past, leaving only excitement and excitement: the master who was selected last time was the master at that time, and now he is the master, and the quota should be his.

Changsheng and Changsheng didn't know that there was at most one lucky person who could ascend at the sacrificial ceremony of Haotian Temple. They thought they had the chance, so they all cheered excitedly and ran towards the mysterious sacred temple full of hope.

Everyone had a short rest and set up the arrangement.

The altar is set up and the offerings are placed.

The ice beast glanced at Haotian Temple, shrank his neck in fear, and turned his head and ran away.

She didn't dare to touch the main door.

There is nothing on the long altar.

Thinking of the time when we were in Jiexing City, everyone could only kowtow at the gate of Haotian Temple, Wang Jingzhu suddenly became curious: What is behind this extremely solemn gate?

He glanced at everyone again and saw that everyone was carrying out this sacrificial ceremony seriously and no one was distracted from her. Wang Jingzhu flashed and touched the side of Haotian Temple.

Changsheng and Changsheng flew away, trying hard to squeeze into the golden light, but they were not accepted by the golden light, and shouted in a hurry: "Master-Master-"

To be honest, a terrible old man shouting prayers at the top of his lungs in front of Haotian Temple, which really hurts his eyes and ears.

Wang Jingzhu ran a few steps, came to the altar, and stood opposite Mu Chen. "Your Majesty Mu Chen, where are those sacrifices?" There are more than a dozen, all of them are good things at the sub-immortal level. There are several kinds that she wanted to ask Mu Chen for.

After a little extra glance, she widened her eyes.

"Now that the world is in decline, I can only wait for him." Mu Chen also sighed.

Even these were also collected by him from other declining sects and families after using Xiaosheng's fox to pretend to be a tiger's power during this period.

This building is really strange and can be kept intact under such a harsh environment.

Mo Wen was slowly rising in the golden light, and she burst into tears in excitement. How could he care about his apprentice?

No, why don’t they enter the temple for sacrifice? Instead, they have to be in the square outside the temple.

Before this time, when I was not falling, when I sacrificed Haotian without offering several treasures?

Because the sacrificial ceremony will require Mu Chen, the descendant of Haotian, Mo Wen did not express his complaints, but just said worriedly: "It's so simple, I don't know if it will cause the ancestor to misunderstand that our filial piety is impure. Alas..."

Soon, the golden light column was filled with people.

Even Xiaosheng followed him devoutly. In Zhaoyang Continent, Xiaosheng is not qualified to participate in such major rituals.

A frost looked at the person flying over happily, and when he grew up, he went to pick him up, but saw that the man turned around and flew up.

Mu Chen led everyone to kneel down, get up, kneel down, and bow again, get up, and kneel again... Everyone was meticulous and very serious.

Wang Jingzhu hurriedly turned his head to look, and saw Mo Wen jumping into the golden light and being pulled away by the golden light.

Wang Jingzhu looked at it and thought to himself: Even if you send dozens of cars of things, it is also produced in the lower world. Can Haotian be favored? No, Haotian has been missing for more than 20,000 years. If this kind of sacrificial ceremony could make Haotian sense, the Haotian Palace in the Heavenly Realm would not have fallen.

Wang Jingzhu walked around the side of the temple, thinking about touching the back door, or jumping over the wall and jumping into the window... Badly, she touched around the corner of the temple wall, but couldn't find a window.

Wang Jingzhu could no longer bear it, so he stood up and left the sacrificial team.

"Haotian took it away?" Wang Jingzhu was surprised.

Because the sacrifice led by Mo Wen was carried out facing the main entrance of Haotian Temple. If she walked to the front of the gate, it would be exposed to everyone, and even if they were blind, they could sense her.

Wang Jingzhu hurriedly jumped back to the roof of Haotian Temple.

From outside, she looked at the courtyard that was probably a second-hand one, and she looked at it with a courtyard wall. After touching it, she couldn't find the courtyard wall.

Someone was yelling wildly, "Haotian Haotian" and pounced on the golden light column, just like Changsheng Changsheng, trying to squeeze into the golden light.

Only Wang Jingzhu kneeled and rubbed his skin and itchy, which was extremely unbearable.

Mu Chen raised his chin and signaled Wang Jingzhu to look at the sky.

She turned out from the side of Haotian Temple and saw that Mu Chen was the only one standing lonely behind the altar in the square.

Suddenly, a golden light fell from the sky.

He wanted to get more treasures to sacrifice, but the things in the palace that could be taken away by the upper realm were taken away by the clansmen when they were taken to the upper realm.

More and more, join the team of golden light.

Wang Jingzhu did not look at Haotian Temple.

Wang Jingzhu saw Xiaosheng in sharp eyes, and couldn't help but press his eyebrows. She didn't want to stop Xiaosheng, but she felt extremely embarrassed.

There was only one golden light column connected to the sky and the earth, and the crazy monks inside and outside the light column.

After hesitating for a while, Wang Jingzhu got into the room.

There are ruins all around. There is nothing to see except for the Sen Rui sword energy that rushed up from the ruins and the flashing figure of the ice beast.

"The sacrifice should be grand, today's scale..." Mo Wen glanced at Mu Chen with a angrily, and secretly hated Mu Chen in his heart that he had no preparations for the sacrifice.

After turning over the roof of the backyard room, Wang Jingzhu jumped into the yard.

The ice beast roared and sprayed ice arrows at Wang Jingzhu.

Thinking of this, Wang Jingzhu was indifferent to the entire sacrificial ceremony.

It’s clear that Haotian is gone, so I’m lonely in sacrifice!

The ceremony lasted for an hour and still had no intention of ending. The old man Mowen was even more "going to a better place". Not only did his voice become louder, but he also danced with his hands and feet to perform the dance.

Bang!

Wang Jingzhu seemed to jump onto a trampoline and was jumped out.

Mu Chen nodded, tears flashing in his eyes. "Mo Wen, the sect leader succeeded. We moved Haotian. Haotian took away the sacrifice and gave the light of guidance." But he was so sad that Haotian chose as always, his inheritor grandson and gave up his descendants.

Wang Jingzhu shook his head: No! This is absolutely impossible!

She looked up at the sky: Who is it? Who is pretending to be Haotian?

The golden light column was still there, and the light column was filled with people who struggled to squeeze in but could not squeeze into the ground. They cried, begged, and shouted at Haotian.

In the light column, Mo Wen looked anxious, for fear that these bastards would disrupt his ascension by making trouble, but he did not dare to say too much or move around. He was afraid that a little touch would destroy the balance of the light of the guide.

Wang Jingzhu became more and more angry as he looked at it. He took out a spear with his hand and wished he could smash the golden light column with one shot, but she still recognized her master. The other party could cast the light of attracting, either a god or a powerful immortal gang. Even the Immortal Emperor did not have the ability to support attracting alone.
Chapter completed!