As soon as he finished speaking, Han Jiulin inserted the third long incense stick into the giant cauldron bearing the sky.
The slaves, spiritual beasts and other sacrifices used for sacrifice were all beheaded and thrown into the altar, and then thunder and lightning suddenly sounded on the blood-red sky among the rolling clouds and mist.
Then, on the black-gold light bridge, a magnificent ethereal fairy palace gradually appeared in everyone's sight, making people feel awe in their hearts when they looked at it.
"Emperor's Palace!"
Almost everyone in the imperial capital was extremely shocked when they saw this scene before them. Many people even knelt down on the ground and knelt down one after another because of the sacred aura emanating from this misty fairy palace.
Such a scene appeared in the sky, and many princes and nobles could not help but think of the legend recorded in the ancient scrolls. The "Emperor Palace" where the great god Ditian lived was described in the ancient scrolls. It was this magnificent scene before them.
Han Jiulin slowly stepped onto the altar, then picked up the jade dagger specially used for sacrifices and drew a blood mark on his palm, and then poured a stream of blood into the altar.
The moment Han Jiulin's blood fell into the altar, the entire altar seemed to be boiling, turning into a sea of blood, and then gathered into streams of blood and rushed towards Han Jiulin's body.
As the blood energy surrounds his body, the world-destroying magic sword in Han Jiulin's body naturally rotates, and then the misty fairy palace high in the sky becomes more solid.
Not long after, a huge figure shining with golden light suddenly formed from the altar. It was seen that it was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a holy sword on its waist, and a sun sign between its eyebrows, which was emitting a dazzling light, appearing.
A mighty force that is unparalleled in the world is suspended in the mid-air.
"Emperor...the great god Ditian has appeared!"
"See the Great God Di Tian!"
Seeing this situation, everyone in the manor knelt down one after another and knelt down before this majestic golden phantom.
Even Emperor Canglan, the hero of the Canglan Empire, was no exception.
The sacrificial ceremony can actually trigger the great gods of the emperor and heaven to descend to the mortal world and show their holiness. This is a strange sight that has not been seen in thousands of years.
In a suburb south of the imperial capital, a thin farmer strode out of his house holding a sickle. He glanced in the direction of the sacrificial ceremony, then sneered and turned into a red beam of light.
Not long after entering the sky, they arrived at the ancestral land of King Qinglong's Mansion.
"Who dares to break into the ceremony?
Don’t you want to die?”
Two defensive cultivators riding tiger spirit beasts pointed at the ordinary-looking farmer with two spears and stopped him immediately.
"What a coincidence, I'm just here to participate in this sacrificial ceremony."
The thin farmer chuckled.
"Participate in the sacrificial ceremony?
Oh, this sacrifice requires a blood sacrifice, are you planning to sacrifice yourself?"
One of the defensive cultivators sneered with the spear in his hand.
"No...I plan to use you as a sacrifice~" As soon as he finished speaking, the thin farmer smiled even more happily.
"court death!"
In the eyes of the two defensive cultivators riding the tiger spirit beast, this thin farmer was simply a pariah who came to stir up trouble. Naturally, they immediately attacked him without any courtesy, and the spears in their hands shot out of the air one after another.
However, just when the spears in the hands of the two defensive cultivators were about to penetrate the lean farmer's chest, their two weapons suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then the chests of the two cultivators suddenly pierced.
A huge bloody hole appeared.
The place where the heart should have been beating was now empty.
The farmer looked at the bloody heart for a few times, and suddenly showed a look of disgust. Then he threw the two hearts aside, and then walked into the place carrying the bodies of the two unlucky guys.
Within the sacrificial ceremony.
"Who!"
With the great god Ditian appearing as a saint, today's sacrificial ceremony is not only about Han Jiulin inheriting the Qinglong Palace, but also about the face of the entire Canglan Empire.
Many princes and nobles present were furious when they saw that someone dared to break into the sacrificial ceremony so blatantly, with two corpses in their hands.
"It's nothing. I just came to join in the fun and participate in some kind of sacrificial ceremony. Well, this is the best thing I specially prepared."
As soon as he finished speaking, the thin farmer threw the two corpses high into the burning altar.
Lingxuzi stood on the altar, his expression darkened, he stared at the thin farmer and shouted loudly: "Where are you from, how dare you disrupt the sacrificial ceremony so brazenly?
Do you know this is disrespectful to the gods?"
Now the ancestral land of Qinglong Palace has gathered most of the top experts in the Canglan Empire. There are dozens of experts in the King Realm alone. Even the leader of the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect is shocked when he sees this battle.
I definitely wouldn't dare to go in alone.
And this thin farmer dared to be so arrogant and powerless, act wantonly in front of many powerful people in the King's Realm, and disrupt the sacrificial ceremony.
The thin farmer stared at Lingxuzi for a long time, nodded first and then shook his head, saying:
"Old Taoist priest, your cultivation level is just okay. It seems that you have obtained the true inheritance of your master. However, your heart is too weak and it is really not worthy of my attention."
"Your Majesty, you have such a strong tone that you asked me, an old Taoist, to teach you who you really are!"
As the priest of this sacrificial ceremony, Lingxuzi couldn't bear it anymore after being teased and teased by the thin farmer.
While speaking, Lingxuzi raised his hand and condensed a white flying sword in front of his body, and then drew a silver arc in mid-air, instantly piercing the thin farmer's head.
After the white flying sword pierced the farmer's head, it flew back to Lingxuzi's side with blood stains on it.
I thought that this person who dared to break into a sacrificial ceremony with so many masters on his own must be quite capable, and a fierce battle was about to happen.
But at this moment, seeing that this guy who was so arrogant before was so easily killed on the spot, most of the cultivators present could not help but heave a sigh of relief.
"Come here, throw this madman's body out to me, and don't continue to disturb this sacrificial ceremony!"
Just after Lingxuzi gave the order, an extremely strange thing suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.
The thin farmer who had fallen to the ground suddenly stood up again. The hole on his forehead that had been pierced by Lingxuzi's white flying sword had also disappeared, as if he had never suffered any damage.
Seeing such a strange scene, the entire ancestral land of Prince Qinglong's Mansion couldn't help but feel extremely quiet.
Even Qinglong King and Giant Spirit King found it completely unbelievable and stood up straight.