There were too many palace maids and concubines present. They were all standing in front of the Ancestral Temple. At a glance, there was a sea of people with no end in sight. They were all nobles of the royal family. It was unknown how many people had gathered. On the other hand, these princes and ministers could only be regarded as... They are a minority, not even one-tenth of the royal family.
After all, this is a grand ceremony for the royal family, and the princes and ministers are just here as spectators.
Only the Three Dukes, Nine Ministers, Eighteen Heavenly Marquises, and the God King can stand in the front row. The other noble men, ladies, and daughters can only stand in the back more than ten miles away, looking at the majestic towering tower from a distance. the magnificent Ancestral Temple,
Feng Feiyun now only belongs to the descendant of the God King, and can only stand at the back, waiting for the call.
Feng Feiyun was not interested in this kind of sacrificial ceremony at all, but he stared at Dongfang Jingyue from time to time. Even Dongfang Jingshui noticed Feng Feiyun's gaze, but Dongfang Jingyue seemed not to be able to sense Feng Feiyun. As if there is a presence, her beautiful eyes are still looking indifferently in the direction of the Ancestral Temple, like a proud white swan, unable to see Feng Feiyun at all, this toad is looking at her on the ground,
"There's something wrong with this damn bitch today. She didn't even glare at me. Could it be that her brain was burned out after fusing with that white jade ancient ship."
Feng Feiyun felt sad and couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart. He secretly grabbed a ball of snow from the ground and squeezed it gently. He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he moved as fast as lightning. He took action and threw the snowball directly towards the back of Dongfang Jingyue's head.
No one in the Ancestral Temple dared to release their spiritual consciousness, so no one really noticed Feng Feiyun’s little movements.
"Crack."
The snowball hit Dongfang Jingyue directly on the head, and the snow slag was all over her hair, and some even rolled down from her slender snow-white jade neck into her white clothes.
Feng Feiyun felt so happy that he quickly turned his head, stood up straight, and stared in the direction of the Ancestral Temple as if it was none of my business.
Feng Feiyun paid attention to her with the corner of his eyes and found that Dongfang Jingyue finally turned her head and glared at him fiercely with a pair of beautiful eyes.
Feng Feiyun suppressed his smile, and felt happy again for some reason. After being glared at by her, he felt much more comfortable.
At this time, nine bells rang in the Ancestral Temple. "Fengchang", the head of the Nine Qings, was responsible for the etiquette and sacrificial writings of the Ancestral Temple. The old man stood under the giant cauldron and began to swear the ancient royal sacrificial inscriptions at length.
Everyone restrained the spiritual energy in their bodies to show respect for the ancestors of the royal family.
Feng Feiyun yawned so much that he suddenly glanced at Dongfang Jingyue and planned to tease Dongfang Jingyue again. He secretly picked up a handful of snow from the ground, but as soon as he bent down, a large ball of snow hit him on his head. Smashed it and made a "bang" sound,
Feng Feiyun suddenly stood up and looked around. Everyone was standing neatly. He didn't know who had just attacked him.
Feng Feiyun glanced at Dongfang Jingyue and found that the dead woman was standing very straight, still looking like she had lost her composure, not even moving.
Feng Feiyun felt depressed. The most painful thing in the world is that when you want to plot against others, you are plotted against.
Feng Chang finally finished reading the long memorial text, and then raised his voice and said in a loud voice: "Xuan, the seventh prince, the eighteenth prince, the seventy-two prince, Feng Feiyun, received the ceremony at the Ancestral Temple."
Feng Feiyun was specially taught by an old eunuch at the Divine King's Mansion last night about the process of being honored at the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
The Seventh Prince, the Eighteenth Prince and the Seventy-Two Prince have all reached the bottom of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, only Feng Feiyun is missing.
Feng Chang frowned slightly and said loudly again: "Xuan, Feng Feiyun, receive the ceremony at the Ancestral Temple."
Under the Ancestral Temple, one has to seal one's cultivation, restrain one's spiritual consciousness, and restrain one's five senses. No matter how powerful one's cultivation is, he will still be like an ordinary person. Standing more than ten miles away, Feng Feiyun could hear what the old guy said was weird.
Feng Feiyun was originally looking for who had attacked him. This time he vaguely heard the voice of the call. Seeing everyone staring at him, he didn't feel embarrassed at all. He was thick-skinned anyway, so just stare. ,
Only then did he walk out without turning red, with his head held high and his chest high, showing his majesty as a descendant of the God King...
"Bang."
Feng Feiyun's feet were tripped by someone unknown, and his body's center of gravity became unstable and he fell directly to the ground.
Dongfang Jingyue still stood there calmly, not even looking at Feng Feiyun who fell next to her. With a pair of beautiful eyes like peach and apricot, she still stared straight in the direction of the Ancestral Temple, without even trying to help Feng Feiyun. Feiyun climbs up means,
Everyone was already laughing, and many people were thinking secretly that the son of the demon was so weak that he could fall when he walked, and it was a large-scale ceremony like a sacrifice in the Ancestral Temple. This was simply an embarrassment to the God King.
"The yin spirits of the ancestors of the royal family are above. Please accept the bow of Feng Feiyun." Feng Feiyun looked serious and respectful. He stood up calmly and faced the rich ladies and young talents of the princes and nobles. Sunshine With a bright smile: "It is the custom in my hometown to kowtow before the graves of our elders. The ghosts of our elders need to be respected and respected by us."
"The yin spirits of the ancestors of the royal family are above. Please accept this young man Feng Feiyun and bow down to the ground." Feng Feiyun said and fell down again.
And at this moment, he heard Dongfang Jingyue's subtle laughter in his ears: "This is the Imperial Ancestral Temple, which enshrines the golden bodies of the ancestors of the royal family. It is not the imperial mausoleum of the ancestors of the royal family. Where did the Yin spirits come from? idiot."
After Feng Feiyun heard this, his old face turned red and a black line appeared on his forehead, "Die Dongfang, I will repay you twice as much for today's revenge someday."
Feng Feiyun was sure that it was Dongfang Jingyue who tripped him just now. If she hadn't tripped him up, Feng Feiyun wouldn't have bothered to worship the ancestors of the royal family or his uncle.
Feng Feiyun stood up again, glanced at Dongfang Jingyue slightly, and found that this girl still had a serious face, not looking at him at all, she looked extremely arrogant and arrogant like a peacock,
"The ancestors of the royal family are here with their golden bodies. Please accept my son Feng Feiyun and bow down to the ground three times."
After Feng Feiyun completed three obeisances, he was not embarrassed at all. With a heroic look on his face and fluttering sleeves, he walked towards the Ancestral Temple in full view of everyone.
In the Ancestral Temple, eight old men with white hair and beards were sitting. They all nodded with satisfaction.
Since he wants to be the heir of the God King, he must respect the ancestors of the royal family. Feng Feiyun's performance is very satisfactory to these ancestors of the royal family. At least the first impression is good.
Beiming Mo Shou sighed in a low voice: "The God King is really good at teaching, and he really has a lot of skills."
"No, no, Feiyun is a good boy who respects his ancestors and understands ethics." The God King smiled and said,
"Let's wait until we get out of the royal family's holy land." A hint of haze flashed in Beiming Moshou's eyes. He had already made many arrangements. Feng Feiyun would definitely fail the test and would die in the royal family's holy land.
According to Beiming Mo Shou's calculation, Feng Feiyun could not become the heir to the God King. He had already chosen the real heir to the God King among the three princes.
The Seventh Prince, the Eighteenth Prince, and the Seventy-Two Prince were all waiting at the foot of the white jade stairs outside the Ancestral Temple. It was not until Feng Feiyun arrived that the four of them climbed up to the thousand-step jade ladder together. Under the huge bronze The rituals were completed under the ancient cauldron, and then they all cut their wrists and let blood drip into the ancient cauldron.
The blood boiled in the ancient cauldron and turned into a blood cloud.
"The ceremony is over, the holy place is opened." Feng Chang shouted loudly,
At this moment, the clouds shook in the sky above the Imperial Ancestral Temple, and the sky turned into a huge mirror, which could reflect another world. Four rays of light fell down, and Feng Feiyun and the three princes suddenly disappeared into the giant cauldron of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. Down,
Swish, swish, swish, swish,
Feng Feiyun never saw Emperor Jin from beginning to end. The first person in the divine Jin Dynasty had already set foot on the passage leading to the holy land of the royal family.
This is a deep passage, surrounded by void on all sides, and I don’t know where it will lead.
The three princes stood apart. They were all kings of the younger generation. Their auras were unusually powerful.
After leaving the Ancestral Temple, they had restored the spiritual energy in their bodies and released their consciousness and senses. Not only were they hostile to Feng Feiyun, they were also hostile to each other.
This is a cruel competition, no less than a battle for prince. Whoever can become the heir of the God King will not be eliminated, and can at least be the second person in the God Jin Dynasty.
The eliminated people can only cultivate in secret and can no longer touch the sacred artifacts of Sheji. For geniuses with arrogance like them, how can they be willing to do so, if it weren't for a stunningly talented dragon among the royal family? Shenya and Long Luofu, they even wanted to compete for the throne of the crown prince.
"It turns out that the holy land of the royal family is not in the Shenjin Dynasty, but in the secret realm between the gaps in space." Feng Feiyun was walking in the passage and could already feel the aura of the secret realm.
No matter it is a low-level secret realm, an intermediate secret realm, or a high-level secret realm, you cannot generate spiritual energy by yourself. Therefore, when monks enter a secret realm, they must cherish the spiritual energy in their bodies and not consume it at will.
However, Feng Feiyun is not afraid. He carries enough spirit stones on his body and is not afraid of exhaustion of his body's spiritual energy.
As soon as Feng Feiyun stepped into the Royal Holy Land, he was already sure that this was an intermediate secret realm.
The "Alien Beast Soul Realm" in the Vientiane Tower is a low-level secret realm. It is already boundless, tens of thousands of miles long and wide.
Intermediate secret realms are relatively more stable than low-level secret realms, and are tens of thousands to a million times larger than low-level secret realms (this refers to the size of the space, converted into the length, width, height, and cube of the space, which is actually only dozens of times to a hundred times,),
The intermediate secret realm still has not formed a stable earth and sky, but it has formed pieces of suspended continents.
Of course, if they were not developed, these continents would not be able to produce living things on their own. They would be completely dead and there would not even be a drop of water to be found.
But the royal family's holy land has been developed by the royal family for many years. More than half of the 6,000-year history of the Shenjin Dynasty is in this royal holy land.
In this intermediate secret realm, there are a total of twelve continents of different sizes suspended in the void. The distance between the two continents is sometimes tens of thousands of miles, which is impossible to reach.
The largest continent is 80,000 miles long and 48,000 miles wide.
The smallest continent is 6,200 miles long and 5,400 miles wide.
The royal family has been operating in this intermediate secret realm for more than six thousand years, and has only developed four continents. One continent is under development, and the other seven continents are uninhabited areas. The natural environment is so harsh that it can be Kill the monk with the highest destiny in one day,
The moment Feng Feiyun entered the Royal Holy Land, he felt several huge auras covering it, which made people feel infinitely depressed.
In the Royal Holy Land, there are several super strong men whose cultivation is no weaker than that of the God King.