The standing man also took his eyes away from the chessboard, turned his head to look over, and echoed: "It shows how much the Yuan Xiang clan chief values those foreigners, this plan is done!"
The man holding the chess game was suspicious and looked at the man in white robes on the other side of the chessboard, "On the left and right are just some low-class foreigners. Even if the Yuanxiang clan leader failed to protect them, leading to their annihilation, we can really make the Zhu Yan clan and those over there
Is there a rift between you and me? My uncle said that there is a foreign force over there, but they got Mirage Jue for some unknown reason. Since they are foreigners and want to make a difference in the Holy Land, they will never easily kick away the Zhu Yan clan as an ally."
"Three feet of ice is not a day's cold! If this plan doesn't work, there will be a next time. Over time, estrangement will inevitably arise! With one less ally, the Zhu Yan clan's power will be weaker, and our clan's chances will be greater."
The standing man paused and looked at the man in white robe: "Moreover, uncle should have another purpose this time, which is to win over the great minister of the Lu family, right? I wonder what is so different about that great minister that he can get
Uncle takes it seriously?"
While he was talking, the Siyou tribe's army outside the mountain had already arrived, and the chief priest invited Yuan Miao to board King Luan's chariot.
The sky was completely dark.
Luan Jia soared into the sky, turned into a rainbow, and headed east. A mighty army followed Luan Jia, his momentum soared into the sky, and the situation changed!
The man in white robe calmly watched the Siyou tribe's army march out without saying a word.
The two brothers looked at each other and asked no more questions knowingly. The man playing chess returned his mind to the chess game, thought for a moment, and finally made the move.
'Snapped!'
…
Luan Jia opened the way, and the army followed behind.
Dark clouds are rolling in the sky, and the clouds are like surging rivers, rushing eastward.
The Zhu Yan Clan and its Royal Clan would not allow them to continue to use the road to move the formation. They could only follow the agreed route, cross the Zhu Yan Clan's territory, and fly to the Storm Realm on their own. They had no cover, and no need to cover it up. They only wanted to think about the news.
If you are more knowledgeable, you must have been warned.
On the top of the Luanjia, there is a jade ball the size of a human head. The jade ball emits colorful rays of light. The dark clouds under the army are infected by the rays of rays and become colorful. The soldiers of the Siyou tribe suddenly feel light and their speed increases sharply.
At the same time, its own consumption is also greatly reduced.
The army marched forward in a hurry, and within the Luan Jia, the great envoy invited Yuan Miao to the guest seat, and he himself sat at the head of King Lu.
King Lu himself is a mid-level master of the second level of the sky realm. On the left and right are the young masters of the royal family and the great ministers of the Lu family.
Yuan Miao faced three masters alone, and secretly thought that it was very difficult. Those in the clan who could control the situation thought that if they could not fight in person, it would be better to practice in the cave. They did not want to accept this job, so they pushed him back and forth.
come out.
Fortunately, he has excellent concentration and is a war-loving person, so he is not afraid even on a life-and-death battlefield. Faced with the three people's inquiries, his response was neither salty nor cold, which is consistent with his status as a supervisor.
After a lot of back and forth, Luan Jia fell into an awkward silence.
After continuing to fly for an unknown distance, the great minister and the young master seemed to feel something, and stared forward, then King Lu, and Yuan Miao finally noticed that there was a breath in front, as if they were waiting for the army.
This aura was very familiar. Yuan Miao immediately recognized this person's identity and his expression darkened slightly.
The Luan Jia slowed down, and the great priest stood up, flew out of the Luan Jia, and soon brought back one person.
The person who came was none other than Minzhuo, the chief of the Changyou clan.
Min Zhuo entered the main hall and saw Yuan Miao at the first sight. His expression couldn't help but froze, and he solemnly saluted: "Min Zhuo, see Yuan Miao!"
In name, the Changyou clan is still the royal clan of the Zhu Yan clan, and etiquette cannot be abolished.
Yuan Miao nodded and did not question or reprimand him face to face.
In fact, Yuan Miao had no ill feelings toward Min Zhuo in his heart. As the leader of a clan, in order to avenge his clan, he was not afraid of power, would never compromise, and would never give up. His temper was quite to his liking.
Since the superior family does not help others, who has the right to blame them for asking outsiders for help?
If he can succeed this time, he will also take a high look at Min Zhuo.
Of course, this does not mean that Yuan Miao will favor Min Zhuo.
Minzhuo was ready to face the violent storm, but he was gently knocked over. He was surprised, but he also breathed a sigh of relief. He took two steps forward and bowed his hands, "Minzhuo has met King Lu!"
"Your Excellency is the leader of the Changyou Clan, and I have long admired your name!"
King Lu had a pleasant look on his face, raised his hand and said, "I've kept the Minzuo people waiting for a long time. Please take a seat quickly."
"Thank you King Lu for the seat!"
Minzhuo was sitting upright, not squinting, "I was overjoyed to learn that King Lu led an army to crusade. Our clan finally has hope for revenge, so I came here to greet Master Wang in person!"
He also prepared a lot of compliments, fearing that they would offend Yuan Miao and cause unnecessary problems, so he could only swallow them.
King Lu laughed loudly and said, "I would also like to thank the Minzhuo clan chief for his message and warning. Only then did we find out that the rebels had fled here. This crusade against the rebels is also to avenge the Minzhuo clan chief. When it is done, it will be a great achievement for you and me. This king and
The young master will definitely personally ask the Si Huang for credit as the leader of the Minzhuo clan!"
As he said that, both he and the great minister looked at the young master beside him. They saw the young master smiling all over his face, playing with the jade cup in his hand without expressing his opinion.
The two of them secretly said to each other, "Old Fox," King Lu met with Emperor Si this time and asked for a letter to summon him and his young master. Apart from the young master, Emperor Si did not send any soldiers. All the troops were invited by King Lu and them.
helper.
The wording of the appeal was also very particular, saying that King Lu’s report accused Yanshan of Sijia’s rebellion, and the evidence was conclusive. The purpose of this crusade was nominally to bring Sijia’s descendants back to meet the Emperor and question them face to face.
In this way, if something goes wrong, the royal family can always get rid of it. Before they gain a certain advantage, don't expect the young master to really contribute to them.
Of course, King Lu could not let the royal family sit back and enjoy the benefits. After some bargaining, he also obtained a formation diagram and prepared to use it to deal with the enemy's altar formation.
Yuan Miao glanced at Min Zhuo and secretly said that the news was indeed leaked by the Changyou clan.
Minzhuo didn't look proud and said, "I don't dare to take credit. This request for help is actually for ourselves. King Lu can severely injure the enemy and return my homeland, so I am satisfied. This is what I have collected recently."
I'll ask King Lu to review the information I received. Unfortunately, the enemy is very powerful, so I don't dare to offend my few old friends. I'm alone and don't dare to get too close."
Seeing that he was interested, King Lu was even more satisfied. He took the jade slips into his hands and shook his head secretly after looking at it. If it was as Min Zhuo said, there was not much valuable information, not as much as Lu Gan could find out in one trip.
King Lu looked as usual, handed the jade slip to the big worshiper, and continued to ask: "This time to defeat the enemy, I wonder if the Minzuo clan leader has any good strategies?"
Minzhuo stood up and said solemnly: "I have little talent and little knowledge, and I dare not comment. I see that King Lu's army is majestic and has countless strong men. I think that as long as he crushes it in an upright manner, the enemy will be frightened! I am willing to lead the elite of the clan and obey you." King Lu orders!"
Yuan Miao listened to the conversation between King Lu and Min Zhuo, but he always closed his eyes and calmed down without saying a word.
…
Storm Realm.
At this moment, all altars have been built in accordance with Qin Sang's will, and countless altars are scattered throughout the Storm Realm.
The four borders of Beihai, Zhongzhou Continent, East China Sea, Canglang Sea, Demon Sea...
Regardless of race, good or evil, all the monks and forces in the Storm Realm who own the altar have received the same order, and they are all ready in front of the altar.
Zhuque, Silu and Sunu were currently in charge of the three core sub-altars.
After urging Canglanghai to build the altar, Silu changed positions with Suzaku and took charge of the West Tu sub-altar. The enemy would most likely attack from the West Tu direction, and Silu would need to show up at that time.
The sacred mountain of the Wu people.
One of the altars was built on Broken Mountain.
There is a cicada floating in front of the altar, and behind the cicada stands a young man from the Wu clan, who is none other than Fang Laomo's adopted son.
The other sub-altars are also divided into priorities and have different requirements for those who hold the altar. This altar requires Fang Laomo and his adopted son to sit together.
Further behind, there were some Wu Clan monks, all of whom were at the Nascent Soul level, and all of them looked nervous.
The aura on their bodies is very different from that of other Wu clan people, because they have been practicing a Taoist thunder method during this period to prepare for the next opening of the altar.
Fang Lao Mo was suspended in the air.
There were no clouds in the sky above the altar, and there was total silence.
The young man from the Wu tribe waited for a long time, but when he saw no response from the altar, he couldn't help but look up at the sky. At this moment, countless Storm Realm monks, like him, were waiting anxiously.
Unfortunately, there was no movement at the altar until the sun set and the night was dim. The altar finally shook, and then the light shone brightly, spreading clear brilliance, and strange fluctuations emitted.
"Kaitan!"
Fang Laomo suddenly flew to the top of the altar.
The young man from the Wu tribe immediately rushed to the front of the altar, and the other monks from the Wu tribe spread out, formed a formation, and surrounded the altar. They made seals with their hands, ready to cast spells at any time.
After waiting for a moment, the altar suddenly emitted spiritual light, drowning the figure of Fang Laomo, and immediately the sound of cicadas rang in everyone's ears.
The young man from the Wu tribe focused his gaze, and the seals in his hands changed continuously, but he heard the sound of thunder and lightning and thunder around the altar.
In the thunder light, a larger illusory altar was faintly visible, standing in the void, as if it were made from heaven, gathering the power of heaven, and echoing the mysterious existence in the distance.
Similar scenes appear in every corner of the storm world.
The young man from the Wu tribe was not the altar owner, so he could still be distracted at this moment, and the look of surprise in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger. He didn't realize it when he was building the altar before, but when he actually opened the altar, he felt that he seemed to be passing through the altar.
Integrated into a majestic force.
He could only vaguely perceive the existence of this great force. He didn't know how powerful this great force was, but the altar where he was was turned out to be only a tip of this great force, an insignificant part!
Ever since the Qingyang Temple Ceremony, he once again felt deep awe in his heart!
At this moment, the plain girls, Zhuque and Silu, who were in charge of the three core altars, also truly felt the power of the altar array, with different expressions on their faces.
The power of countless magic altars is constantly gathering towards them. Those who lead the altar may not be worth mentioning in the eyes of the monks of Lianxu, but when the power of so many magic altars gathers together, no one dares to underestimate the power formed.
.However, although this kind of power is strong, it should not be enough to stop the Siyou clan army.
Silu closed his eyes tightly, his eyelids trembled slightly, and secretly advised himself not to be impatient. He only controlled a part of the altar array, and the main altar was in Qingyang Temple. Since Qin Sang was full of confidence and the altar array was completed, maybe there would be a success.
Shocking power!
At this moment, they all felt Qin Sang's thoughts transmitted to them, and immediately followed Qin Sang's order to activate the altar.
At this moment, the altar array was truly activated, but the power of the altar array was hidden and there were no astonishing celestial phenomena outside the altar.
Qingyang Temple.
Qin Sang's original deity returned, and the Dharmakaya entered his body.
The main altar under him is already complete. The lower altar has four directions, the middle altar has eight corners, and the upper altar has a round shape. It has countless runes and is so mysterious that it makes one dizzy to look at it.
However, at this time, the Thunder Altar still lacks one thing, and it is also the most important thing - the Thunder Sacrifice Affidavit!
After having some exchanges with the Yuanxiang clan leader, Qin Sang felt confident and quickly rushed back to Qingyang Temple to engrave the magic talisman.
The spiritual talisman is the core of the altar, and the fourth-level spiritual talisman is inscribed with the Thunder Sacrifice Oath. Qin Sang was still unable to do so, so he decided to use the power of Qingluan True Thunder. When he was in Yuedu Bay, he was preparing for this matter and had already done it.
Be fully prepared.
Next, he continued to attract traces of Qingluan True Thunder from Phoenix Wings, and he lived up to his expectations. As expected, Qingluan True Thunder was of a very high level. It was used to 'outline' the runes of the Thunder Sacrifice Affidavit without any reluctance, making Qin
Sang's pressure was greatly reduced.
One after another, the scattered shapes were engraved on the altar one after another, and the progress was very smooth, until today, the most critical step has been reached.
Spiritual conformity!
In this step, he must use the altar formation to gather the power of all the altar owners to help him.
As Sunu, Suzaku and Silu mobilized the separate altars, the main altar became powerful, and the sky above Qingyang Temple was filled with thunder! At this time, the Thunder Sacrifice Affidavit had not yet taken shape, and the prestige displayed by the Thunder Altar was even greater than it was back then.
Not to mention more concessions.
Qin Sang's expression was calm, his body was surrounded by the shadow of the illusory thunder altar, his wings were spread wide, and strands of blue thunder filled the air. Finally, his whole body turned into a ball of thunder and completely integrated into the thunder altar.
As the lightning flashed, countless runes flashed frequently, but there was no sense of scatter. The runes were combined into runes, appearing and disappearing.
Although it is just a series of scattered shapes, it seems to be more complicated than a third-level spiritual talisman.
Qin Sang wandered among these scattered shapes, as if he had fallen into the ocean of spiritual talismans. This time he successfully combined the forms to sacrifice the Thunder Affidavit, and his understanding of the talismans was bound to be completely reborn!
'Click! Click!'
‘Rumble…’
The Qingyang Guanshan Mountain Formation was activated to cover up the celestial phenomena.
In the thunder slurry, Qin Sang completely forgot himself and guided the scattered shapes to float to where they should go.
Gradually, fewer and fewer scattered shapes were scattered outside, and in the center of Lei Ze, there was a ball of lightning that became more and more bright and dazzling.
There is chaos inside the lightning, which means that the scattered shapes are merging and it is difficult to distinguish each other. Gradually, a vague outline emerges from it, like a piece of paper made of lightning, but it is not the previous silver, but cyan!
In an instant, Qin Sang's figure reappeared on the main altar, but in fact, he had never left.
‘Whoosh!’
Qin Sang opened his eyes, stared at the illusory thunder paper, and suddenly created a seal.
At this moment, all the altar owners felt an inexplicable throbbing. This feeling was fleeting, and before they could react, the power of the altar suddenly dropped.
Su Nu, Zhu Que and Si Lu all felt that something had changed in the altar, but they couldn't explain what it was.
Qin Sang smiled and stretched out a hand.
A piece of cyan thunder paper, as light as a feather, fluttered into his palm, then passed through his palm and disappeared into the altar.