The clear voice resounded inside and outside Wuhun City, and the eyes of everyone on the stage focused on the central divine chariot. The person who gave the order just now was not Wuhun Palace Pope Bibi Dong?
No one was able to answer the surprises of the many big figures on the stage. Today, it was the director of the Light Festival who was in charge of arranging the procedures for the Light Festival. Of course, he was the current Holy Son Yan of the Wuhun Palace. When his voice came into the arena
, the ceremony officially begins.
Classical music full of sacred meanings sounded, intertwined with the prayers of millions of believers, and converged into the sacred gospel.
The breath between heaven and earth dances with the music, and then the wind rises again. However, the wind that rises now is no longer the chilly autumn wind, but is as warm as spring.
The flowers and grass all over the surrounding mountains are trembling in the wind. The blue silver grass on the ground blooms with tiny blue flowers, jasmine, magnolia, spring chrysanthemum, pink peach... all kinds of flowers actually begin to bloom in autumn, with countless petals rising in the wind.
, flying in the air inside and outside the altar.
Tens of thousands of petals flying all over the sky spread out bursts of fragrance to the earth. This fragrance is not just the original fragrance of flowers. It is unforgettable. It is stronger than the fragrance of any flower in the world. However, after entering people's nose,
, but there is no greasy feeling, instead it is as refreshing as the wind after the rain.
Millions of believers looked up at the petals flying in the air, saw such a beautiful and dazzling picture, and smelled such a refreshing fragrance, and were extremely intoxicated.
Outside Wuhun City, which had entered autumn, a warm spring breeze suddenly blew, and countless petals were fluttering in the wind, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.
Suddenly the wind stopped, and thousands of petals fell one after another, turning into a grand rain of flowers. The believers knelt down while bathing in the rain of flowers.
Countless big shots on the stage looked at this grand rain of flowers from a distance, with a trace of uneasiness flashing deep in their eyes.
This time during the Light Festival, the Wuhun Temple advertised that the gods would send miracles to the human world. The millions of believers who were kneeling down to pray might not have doubted this, but most of them did not believe it.
They originally thought that this time was just a trick directed and performed by Wuhun Palace. After all, miracles only appeared in myths and legends, and no one had seen it with their own eyes for a long time.
However, the grand festival in front of them, just the rain of flowers at the beginning, made them shaken in their hearts.
Such a grand scene cannot be accomplished by just one or two auxiliary soul masters. It must be a strong one among the auxiliary soul masters. When it comes to life, light and many other rare and powerful attributes, it is necessary
There are many soul masters, is this the foundation of Wuhun Palace?
"The God of Angels has come."
"Praise to the God of Angels!"
"A miracle! A miracle! A miracle!"
…
Colorful rain of flowers descended on the earth, and the hazy light rendered the altar into a mist. Among the countless prayers and gospels, it seemed that just divine light flickered, and an extremely tall and shining angel statue appeared on the altar. This
This scene was regarded as a miracle by countless believers.
Millions of believers knelt down to pray. The deacons, elders, and bishops of the Wuhun Palace were taking the lead in praying. The crowd at the back and some nobles who were just watching the excitement now also had many people choose to join the prayer team.
Along with countless prayers and music, the heaven-sacrifice ceremony officially began. The divine chariots on the left and right were shining brightly. There were also figures shining in the team behind the chariots. Pope Bibi Dong took the lead, and the ten people from Wuhun Palace
Titled Douluo appeared on the altar.
"This is...an offering from the Wuhun Palace."
On the viewing platform, a group of important figures from the two empires looked at the ten powerful men on the stage and fell silent one by one, especially the handsome middle-aged man standing side by side with Bibi Dong.
Few people feel trembling inside.
"These guys actually showed up."
"They are legendary existences."
"The first and second enshrinements of Wuhun Palace are both over a hundred years old."
"This great priest actually looks so young. Without Tang Chen, he would be invincible in the world. With him here, who can compare to Wuhun Palace?"
…
The ten titled Douluo standing on the light altar at this moment include the seven major worshipers of the Enshrinement Hall who have not been in the world for a long time, Pope Bibi Dong, the left and right guardian elders Gui Mei and Yue Guan. They are the most powerful in the Spirit Hall.
Among the ten people, the lowest cultivation level is ninety-five.
Such an extremely powerful lineup naturally frightened all the forces in the two empires. Although they had always known that the top forces in Wuhun Palace were very powerful, they had never seen such visibly muscular bodies before.
Ning Fengzhi, Gu Rong and Chen Xin of the Qibao Glazed Sect were extremely shocked and secretly rejoiced at some of their previous decisions.
Yu Yuanzhen, the leader of the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect, had a hint of fear in his eyes. No matter how arrogant he was, his arrogance was gone under such absolute strength.
He himself can only reach level ninety-five, and may be slightly stronger than the new pope and the two guardian elders, at least he thinks so, but if he is up against these seven who are at least level ninety-six,
If you make an offering, there is probably no chance of winning.
Wuhun Hall has such strength. If you add the elders of the Elder Hall, you will feel a little desperate. Not to mention that the Haotian Sect has been closed down. Even if they have not retired and have not taken up the position of Haotian Douluo Tang Chen, they are still resisting.
It can't be done.
When ten titled Douluo appeared on the altar, the white jade-like altar shimmered with light. Not only were various rare and rare herbs and precious spiritual objects appearing in the center of the altar, but there were also various kinds of gifts donated by millions of believers.
Sacrificial offerings appear around the altar, and they represent the dedication of countless believers in the world to the gods.
When countless eyes focused on the altar, light suddenly bloomed in the central chariot. A figure dressed in a golden ceremonial robe walked to the altar step by step as if walking on a bridge of light.
This figure is unusually young. It can even be said that he is young. He is only in his early ten years. He is not the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, Yan.
After he looked around, a clear voice resounded throughout the audience, "We are the dependents of the gods, bathed in the divine light of hope...the light is immortal, the martial spirit is eternal, and we praise the benevolent and great God of Angels..."
"The light is immortal and the martial spirit is eternal."
Along with the shouts of countless believers, an extremely dazzling golden light with a sacred aura rose from the angel statue on the altar.
"Martial spirit, eternal."
There seemed to be a voice that penetrated deeply into the soul, and then everyone saw that in the sky, there seemed to be an unearthly figure dancing gracefully in the golden light. There were six white wings behind her, as if she had been banished.
Angel on earth.
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