A group of old men were so happy that they cried. As the sacrifice spirit withered little by little, and finally fell into silence, the entire Butian Pavilion felt a crisis.
Without its most powerful foundation, Butian Pavilion has almost lost the qualification to become a great holy land.
When walking in the outside world, one usually keeps a very low profile, not daring to make too much noise for fear of causing terrible disaster.
It is far less impressive than the Holy Land, but now they don't need to worry. After possessing the Sacrificial Spirit, Butian Pavilion is the most powerful existence on this land.
At its peak, Jilin even fought with gods, making it the most incredible existence in ancient times.
Of course, there is no need to worry if you have the support of the sacrificial spirit.
Even Tang Xuanming felt a sense of joy in his heart.
He spared no effort to save the sacrificial spirit, not only because Butian Pavilion was very good to him, but more importantly, Kunpeng's lair would be opened next, and all the major forces would compete.
Without the corresponding backing and foundation, no matter how talented you are, you are not qualified to join the battlefield.
Those who can go to Kunpeng's lair to participate in the gluttonous feast are either the local indigenous residents. They have the advantage of the local area. This is understandable. As long as the creatures born in that area are eligible to participate in the competition.
Even the top figures from the major holy places, sacred mountains, and aristocratic families have the holy land family as their backer, and even the top secrets cannot be opened without their eyes, so the major forces will naturally come to take a share of the pie.
If you don't have the corresponding strength, no matter how talented you are, you won't be able to get into it.
Even if Tang Xuanming's talent was astonishing and he was invincible within his own realm, it would be impossible to walk from Butian Pavilion to Kunpeng's lair.
Without a big man to take him, he would have no way to cross this long distance.
Because Shi Hao has Liu Shen as his backer, even if Butian Pavilion is destroyed, he can still borrow the road from the sacred mountain and follow the servants of the sacred mountain to Kunpeng's lair.
But Tang Xuanming was alone. He did not have a top power behind him, nor did he have an invincible figure like Liu Shen behind him. If he wanted to participate in the next gluttonous feast, he would inevitably choose a big power to rely on.
Butian Pavilion is the best choice among the major forces.
Only Butian Pavilion has a sacrificial spirit that is about to die, and Tang Xuanming is still sure to revive the sacrificial spirit. With the sacrificial spirit as a backer, Tang Xuanming has a ticket to Kunpeng's lair.
"I really envy the treatment of the protagonist. I have to work hard to revive the sacrifice souls of Butian Pavilion, but you are directly qualified to participate."
Seeing the sacrificial spirits turning into emerald green little by little, Tang Xuanming's eyes burst with joy.
Wisps of green divine energy full of life rose up around the sacrificial spirit, like an ancient god reborn from nirvana. The power of stars sprinkled down from the sky, and endless earth essence spewed out from the depths of the earth. It seemed that everyone was preparing for this.
To celebrate the resurrection of a god.
I don’t know how long it took, but a new vine full of vitality grew out of the original withered vine.
The new vines are green all over, as if they are transparent, like the finest agate.
When everything calmed down, all kinds of visions disappeared, but this did not mean that the sacrificial spirit was calm. On the contrary, the power it contained became more and more terrifying, and one chain of order gods floated around it, able to
Give anyone the greatest shock.
Sacrifice to spirits is like a god, giving people the greatest majesty.
Countless cheers came from Butian Pavilion, and the entire Butian Pavilion was excited.
The uproar and commotion in the outside world lasted for several days before it really subsided, but Tang Xuanming had already returned to peace, sitting cross-legged in the ancient courtyard, practicing bit by bit.
After the sacrifice spirit was revived, he was the only one qualified to practice here, and all the other characters had left.
Not only because Tang Xuanming brought out the Fountain of Youth from Baiduan Mountain to revive the sacrificial spirits.
The more important point is that Tang Xuanming learned the art of mending the sky, and he wants to teach the spirit sacrifice here.
The moon is high in the sky, and the silver moonlight coats the ancient courtyard with a layer of silver gauze.
The tree that grew on the fountain of youth to worship the spirits suddenly experienced a terrible change. The newly grown tender green branch turned bit by bit yellow, and its vitality was actually lost bit by bit.
Tang Xuanming's pupils shrank, and he said slightly anxiously: "Is it still not possible? Even if there is a fountain of youth, there is no way to truly revive you?"
The vines that gradually turned yellow and swayed as they were offering sacrifices to the spirits, and an ancient vicissitudes of voice came from them.
"I have lived for a long time, from ancient times to now. I should have died long ago, but surviving is a blessing from heaven and earth."
"Can't the Heaven-Mending Technique also be able to restore it?"
Tang Xuanmin asked seriously, if the sacrificial spirits in Butian Pavilion cannot truly live, then the most terrible disaster will happen to Butian Pavilion next.
He needs to think of a way out in advance.
"The Heaven-Mending Technique has the miraculous effect of reversing life and death. It can make people do it again. It is known as the medicine of regret. It is indeed very effective for me."
The voice of the worshiper was slow and vicissitudes of life, with the unique tone of the old man, unhurried and not slow. After experiencing the vicissitudes of life, nothing seemed to be able to make his words fluctuate.
"That……"
Tang Xuanming looked at the little withered green vines, and the meaning was self-evident.
"This is my choice!"
When the topic of life and death was discussed, the deceased remained calm.
"The Fountain of Youth you brought back from Baiduan Mountain stimulated my life vitality, but it was just a flashback. With my life depleted, I can live on this basis for at most two or three years, and I will still inevitably die in the end."
"How can it be so fast? Isn't it still two or three years away?"
The originally green vines withered faster and faster, and the yellow and decaying color spread from the roots, crossing the middle line of the vines, almost covering the entire vine.
"I have lived long enough. Life and death don't mean much to me, but I can't die now. Once I die, Butian Pavilion will face great changes. The enemies back then will divide Butian Pavilion.
I can't bear it, I want to try nirvana..."
The withered color has spread to the entire vine, and only the top of the vine can still see a trace of green.
As the vines decayed, the sounds of the sacrifices to the souls not only did not age, but became more and more passionate, like two pieces of iron colliding again.
"I am invincible throughout my life. It is not my will to wither and decay silently. Either I will wither completely in silence, or I will give birth to the light of hope in despair..."
puff!
After this ancient vine that had survived from ancient times said his impassioned words, the top of the vine silently began to turn into ashes.
A little emerald green light gathers at its roots.
"Mending the sky!"
Tang Xuanming, who was sitting cross-legged on one side, let out a deep sigh.