However, what is puzzling is that Lin Mo developed a strong curiosity about this item, played with it, and was almost reluctant to put it down.
As a result, time passed like running water, and dozens of people from the Zhenling Family remained calm and focused, always waiting patiently.
After more than two hours of long waiting.
Suddenly, a dazzling spiritual light emitted from the center of the Wanling Platform, and a magic circle glowing with milky white light suddenly appeared on the hard bluestone.
Originally it only occupied a few feet of space, but after the rotation, the light suddenly intensified and expanded rapidly to the size of an acre of land.
Runes of various colors spurted out from the magic circle, making a buzzing sound.
The entire Wanling Platform began to tremble slightly the moment the magic circle appeared.
As if in response to all this, sharp screams came one after another from the surrounding mountain walls.
Immediately afterwards, huge light pillars hundreds of meters high rose up from the roar without warning, each one as thick as a bucket, shining with dazzling multi-colored light.
Affected by the light array, the sky above the canyon immediately became gloomy and dark after a violent storm.
Then, accompanied by a shocking thunder, purple-gold arcs like giant pythons appeared out of thin air.
"Ah, that's the thunder of heavenly calamity!"
Many of the disciples of the True Spirit Family who were participating in the Hall of All Spirits for the first time were already dumbfounded by the previous visions.
When they saw those purple-gold arcs, they were even more frightened and screamed in surprise.
"Hmph, you bunch of losers! What's so surprising? This is a symbol of Lord Wanling's upcoming appearance."
"The sacrificial ceremony can officially begin. What do fellow Taoists think about this?"
The ancestor from his hometown who had his eyes tightly closed suddenly opened his eyes, then jumped up and said coldly with an expressionless face.
Although his voice was not high-pitched, it reached the ears of everyone present very clearly, causing the disciples who had been a little flustered to calm down involuntarily and exchange looks with each other.
"Of course. According to tradition, Brother Long should preside over this ceremony."
The man in the Feng family's gorgeous clothes said with a smile and stood up at the same time.
"Junior has no objections!"
"The little girl doesn't have any objections. After all, Brother Long is the one with the deepest cultivation among us!"
"Brother Long, please come forward!"
Representatives of several other families also expressed their agreement.
"Since everyone has no objections, please present the sacrifice first."
The ancestor of the Long family looked around, finally nodded with satisfaction and said.
Among the people in the Ye family, other practitioners except Lin Mo, including the old man, all looked at each other and whispered after listening to the previous conversation, and couldn't help but chuckle.
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At the same time, within another ancient family with profound heritage, two strong men who had reached the integration stage of practice were discussing quietly.
"Although the woman named Tian Li did not show up as promised, the young man named Lin Shaoxia is by no means an ordinary person."
"Should we still take action according to the original plan? Because the strategy we jointly planned with the Lao family to face the woman was mainly aimed at her."
A handsome man in fine clothes asked with doubts on his face.
"Why not put it into practice? If the woman fails to arrive as expected, it can only be said that she is lucky."
"This young hero Lin has no personal grudge against us. However, since he came to the Gu family today to seek asylum, it is necessary for us to take advantage of the situation and give him a blow."
"Although the two of us are only strong men in the early stage of integration, compared with him, we have been at this level for tens of thousands of years. Even if we abandon the art of combined attack, he will definitely be able to understand the strength of both sides.
gap.
"At the same time, we only need to force him to use most of his strength by consuming his mana. The real decisive battle is left to the Lao family."
"That woman was unable to attend this grand event, and the Lao family is probably already very happy."
A strange man sitting next to him, wearing half a bronze mask and only showing half of his young face, responded calmly.
"What the elder brother said is true. What's more, Tianli when he was young was actually not the opponent of the two of us. Now this young man is naturally within our control."
The man in fine clothes thought for a moment, then smiled in agreement.
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"The irony is that Fairy Tianli did not attend the True Essence Ceremony this year. There was only a practitioner who had just entered the integration stage to guard it."
"This simply provides a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for our Lao family to stand out! In the upcoming competition, we can restrain ourselves a little when confronting many other families."
"However, when the important moment comes to challenge the Gu family, we will exert all our strength without reservation and do our best."
Such words, which contained fierce determination, echoed coldly and decisively in the long and empty environment behind a certain aristocratic family.
"I will obey my ancestor's instructions!"
Such similar plots are also playing out in other smaller families...
At this moment, Lin Mo had already withdrawn his gaze from the distance and lowered his head again to look down.
His fingers inadvertently grasped a golden gourd the size of a thumb, and the gourd swam back and forth between his fingers.
Like an ethereal phantom, apart from this sense of mystery, there seems to be no other highlights worthy of attention.
The heads and elders of the various families who were watching were accustomed to this grand event. After listening to the statement of the ancestor of the Long family.
They signaled to the disciples behind them that each family sent a disciple, holding a jade bottle that was only the size of a palm, walked calmly, and quickly climbed onto the Wanling Platform located in the center of the square.
At the same time, the Long family's ancestor's skin shone with golden light, his body shook slightly, and he actually passed through the light curtain that shrouded the Wanling Platform.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Then in the low altitude, he formed a seal with one hand and shot a dazzling golden light downwards.
This golden light disappeared instantly and merged silently into the bluestone ground below, and no trace of it could be found again.
Immediately afterwards, a low roar came from the Wanling Platform, and an ancient and simple blue stone basin appeared around the white magic circle.
This stone basin is slender and flat in shape, about three meters in length. The surrounding surface is carved with some light black mysterious patterns, as if it has gone through the baptism of many years.
At this moment, the group of disciples from the aristocratic families who had just stepped forward stood in front of the stone basin in order.
They opened the top of the jade bottle in their hands, turned the bottle mouth downward, and poured out liquids of various colors.
Some of these liquids have an extremely foul odor, some have a fragrant aroma, and some have no smell at all, just like water.
When dozens of different liquids were poured into the stone basin, they did not mix with each other, but each formed an independent droplet shape.
The ancestor of the Long family turned a blind eye to this, he just stared at the gradually increasing light in the magic circle.
Then he looked up at the majestic purple and gold net in the sky. His face did not show any emotion, as if he was waiting for something.
Outside the Wanling Platform, all the practitioners in the integration stage stood up, their eyes focused on the direction of the magic circle, and similarly, their faces became serious and nervous.
There was a loud "boom"!
The runes of various colors spurting out from the huge magic circle suddenly came together to form a huge ball of light with a diameter of more than thirty meters. It slowly rotated in the sky above the magic circle and never stopped.
However, after just a few rotations, the light ball made a dull explosion, revealing a monster with eight heads.
The appearance of this monster is like a combination of a lion and a dragon. Its figure is blurry, as if it is just a shadow, and its aura is only at the level of the early stage of virtual refining.
However, as eight different heads swayed unsteadily, sixteen gloomy gazes swept across the bottom of the Wanling Platform, causing everyone present to shiver, as if being invaded by a cold air.
Fortunately, the next moment, the ancestor of the Long family in the air clasped his hands and said respectfully:
"We sincerely welcome Lord Wanling to come again. Please enjoy the true blood sacrifices presented by our fifty-one true spirit families in the human race."
Upon hearing this, the monster named Wan Ling raised one of its heads and took a cautious look at the ancestor of the Long family in the air.
Then its figure moved, flying away from the magic circle with a light posture, and floated to the sky above the stone basin.
As the openings of the eight heads opened, the liquid originally gathered in the basin turned into eight liquid columns and flew into the sky, quickly pouring into the monster's mouth.
In the blink of an eye, the sacrifices in the stone basin were completely devoured by the monster, and then, the surface of the monster's body glowed with a strange brilliance.
The originally fuzzy body suddenly became clear and lifelike, like a solid body.
Immediately afterwards, the monster once again looked at the many practitioners outside the stone platform, and its eight heads let out a shocking thunder in unison.
A shocking breath bursts out from the monster's body, and it goes through the early and middle stages of virtual refining, and continues to rise until it reaches its peak in the later stage...
At this moment, the monster's aura has reached the peak of the late stage of integration, and has even surpassed this level, as if it has taken half a step towards the Mahayana realm.
Lin Mo's originally calm appearance deepened after he noticed the intense pressure emanating from the Wanling Platform.
However, fortunately, in this extreme situation, like a saturation point of energy, the huge aura of the Warcraft finally eased and gradually ceased.
However, the actions of this eight-headed monster in the next moment shocked many practitioners from hidden martial arts families to the point where they were almost speechless.
This monster actually raised its eight heads into the sky at the same time, accompanied by a thunderous trembling sound.
What came out of each mouth was a stream of green lightning with a diameter of several inches. The lightning was quick and short, and accurately hit the Zijin power grid high in the sky.
Even some masters at their peak had to change their expressions to show vigilance when they saw this scene.
On the other hand, although the ancestor of the Long family was only a stone's throw away from the eight monsters, his facial muscles twitched, but he could still maintain a calm expression.
Several thrilling loud noises sounded in succession!
Electric currents of two colors, purple and green, intertwined in the air, forming electric balls the size of wheel wheels, which exploded in the air.
However, after just a moment, the electric light gradually faded away, and the giant purple-gold net swayed slightly before returning to calm, without any signs of damage.
When the eight monsters saw this situation, the fierce light in their eyes gradually disappeared, and their eight big mouths slowly closed.
However, one of the cyan heads suddenly turned its neck and stared closely at the ancestor of the Long family in front of him, and an extremely old voice came out of his mouth:
"Hmph, you humans are really overly cautious. I have been here countless times, and this Thunder Control Formation has gone through thousands of years, and it has never made any mistakes."
"I hope you can always maintain this vigilance, otherwise if you are careless once, I will find a flaw in this seal, haha..."
The monster's green head could not only speak human words, but also emitted a sinister sneer at the end.
"About this, Lord Wanling, please rest assured."
"What if there really comes a day when the disciples of our Zhenling Family cannot even arrange such a small sealing circle tightly?"
"Then if the true blood in their bodies is sucked out by the adults, they can only destroy themselves."
"However, according to the agreement between our ancestors of the True Spirit Family and the Lord, now that we have presented the offerings, it is now up to the Lord to cast spells to create the Hidden Spirit Token for us juniors."
The ancestor of the Long family bowed respectfully and answered in a neither humble nor arrogant tone. He seemed not to be too afraid.
It turns out that although the monster in front of me is a true spirit-level life form from another world, what it came across across space was just an illusory incarnation.
Coupled with the restraints of the sealing formation carefully designed by the ancestors of the Zhenling family, even if the monster's incarnation swallowed the sacrificial materials, its strength was greatly enhanced.
But in fact, its real capabilities are still greatly limited.
For the ancestor of the Long family, a practitioner in the late stage of integration, there is no need to be too afraid.
"Humph, since I have accepted your benefits, I will naturally complete this small task for you."
The monster snorted coldly, its eight heads shook at the same time, and actually began to recite a spell at the same time.
Under the guidance of the spell, runes of eight different colors sprayed out from their mouths one by one, converging and blending at low altitude.
In the past period of time, there were a large number of runes of various colors, covering almost the entire sky above Wanling Platform. The scene was extremely spectacular.
Although the founder of the Long family was surrounded by runes of various colors, his expression seemed unusually calm.
The surface of his body is surrounded by a layer of golden light, making the surrounding runes no longer close to him within a few feet of him.
Along with a sharp roar, the monster let out a deafening roar again!